<?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-27458703</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:30:50.055+08:00</updated><category term='singstar'/><category term='stress'/><category term='personal'/><category term='web'/><category term='360'/><category term='development'/><category term='alice'/><category term='playstation'/><category term='fun'/><category term='xbox'/><category term='fail'/><category term='gta 4 ballad gay tony online multiplayer xbox 360'/><category term='game'/><category term='blog'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='brutal'/><category term='legend'/><category term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>madmikeone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></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-27458703.post-3668403003844211144</id><published>2010-04-20T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:32:59.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earthquake'/><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>I have been quite strung out today, and not that surprising really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Woke up this morning to an earthquake. Living in one of the most stable areas of Australia this isn't an everyday occurrence. It was a magnitude 5.0 quake, the biggest WA has seen in 50 years. There is something truly terrifying about waking up, immediately hearing a big bang and having the whole building shaking. My first thoughts were that it was the shockwave of a nearby house exploding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Watching a couple of documentaries on the Crime &amp; Investigation channel as I do from time to time. One had some rather scary imagery in a re-enactment. The kind of stuff that makes you jump and shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Driving out to Boulder (the hardest hit area by the quake) knowing it had been cordoned off by Police was still wanting to look. It was a rather large area that had been cordoned off. Blocks from the main street in all directions. Couldn't even get a glimpse of something (Seriously, how bad was the damage?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Scenes from worlds worst drivers! Just when I'd started to relax I had a guy pull out in front of me at an intersection. Smashing into this dickhead in his little tampon car would have really ruined my day. Luckily he saw that there was in-fact a car coming and breaked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having written this out, it doesn't seem so bad. But putting it out there also relaxes me as I'm not holding it all in. I may also have forgotten something, but this will do for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-3668403003844211144?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3668403003844211144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=3668403003844211144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3668403003844211144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3668403003844211144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2010/04/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2747434507604878670</id><published>2010-02-20T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:51:30.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>"Have you ever pissed in a hooker?"</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the movies with my friend Brys. We saw Shutter Island, it wasn't the type of thing I'd normally see but the trailer made it look good and it was a decent film if not a bit predictable. &lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, after the movie we did our normal thing, driving around aimlessly for hours and hours! When you have a good friend, good music and good conversation who needs to out going pubbing and getting pissed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent many many hours driving around town these last few months we felt the need for a change. So what about a drive out to Coolgardie? I used to live there and I could check it out and show him the houses I used to live in. When first coming into the town we went to a petrol station to get some red bull (and were served by a very old and slow man) and then continued on. Driving down the road on which my second house was situated we noticed a cop car turn its lights off and pull over on an intersecting road, not surprisingly while moving past the vehicle it fired up the red and blue and rightly pissed me off. I knew I had done nothing wrong, but still worried that perhaps I had not noticed a stop or give way sign. It was just a random breath test which was fine, and the young Indian gentleman officer was fine to deal with, but the woman was not. I had told the male officer why we were driving and he was happy with our answer. But while taking my ID and writing down my details (why was she doing that?) the woman officer pretty much interrogated me. Asking me annoying questions like "Where do you live?" (its on my ID bitch!) and inquiring as to what we were doing, I answered "Just driving around randomly." She abruptly and rudely asked "Why would you do that?" I answered that we had nothing better to do, we were driving around Kalgoorlie and got bored, so we thought we'd drive out here and that I was showing my friend the houses I used to live in. She couldn't understand that and asked why going out drinking in town didn't interest me. (spending lots on drink and getting drunk surrounded by bogans, who the fuck would find that appealing?)&lt;br /&gt;Having done nothing wrong they then let us go, but had set me on edge. For the rest of the night I would remember her rudeness randomly and exclaim "That fucking bitch!" to which Brys would reply "Yeah! I know!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to Kalgoorlie we followed a silver Landcruiser swerving all over the road and driving much slower than the speed limit and also not driving at a regular pace, slowing down and speeding up often. We a little worried (and also wanted to see them get pulled over) so phoned it in to the police while following behind them. Though they turned off the highway long before we saw the police car coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving around Boulder (a complete shit hole for those not familiar with it) there were multiple people just sitting on the footpaths and near the road. One particular female was obviously passed out near a roundabout. How close was she? Well her legs were ON the road. She was just waiting for someone to rape her. Brys came up with the newspaper headline "Boulder woman drunk, raped. Not surprised." or some variation there of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving through one particular northern suburb we saw many Kangaroo's, so many that I wish I had brought my camera so I could have taken some great photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One a side note, the Hyundai Getz is a girls car. It is not remotely masculine, it doesn't matter if its black and you put some fancy rims on it. Its still a girls car. And dude, you look ridiculous in it, even more so since it was filled with all your guy mates, no women in site. Sad, very sad. I understand its one of the cheapest cars on the market, but buy secondhand and buy MANLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2747434507604878670?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2747434507604878670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2747434507604878670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2747434507604878670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2747434507604878670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-you-ever-pissed-in-hooker.html' title='&quot;Have you ever pissed in a hooker?&quot;'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2038220592209524223</id><published>2010-02-07T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:40:49.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Property</title><content type='html'>I used to be a Realtor, as even though it didn't work out for me I've still kept my keen interest in everything property related. I love architecture, I love going to home opens, I love drawing house plans and designs. If I ever went to university, Architecture would definately be one of the courses i'd consider studying. &lt;br /&gt;There were parts of selling houses that I enjoyed and some I didn't. Making a sale is a great feeling, having to wait at least a month to get paid is not. Answering peoples questions and knowing your stuff is great, but having a home open in an asbestos shack on a hot afternoon and having no-one come to view it sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;While some of my colleagues were great and fun to be around, my boss was a massive bitch. She was about 70-80 and really should have retired a long time ago. But she was almost always in a mood, questioned everything anyone ever did and even when in a good mood sounded like she was majorly pissed off. I remember one time when she stormed out of her office and told me to come into her office, I thought for sure that I was fired, but she just wanted me to fix something on her computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really know what the point of this particular post is. I've been spending an hour on Flickr looking at pictures of nice apartments and wishing I had one and go into a real real estate mood. Also, there is a decent looking townhouse in town for sale and I'm interested to know how much they want for it and what is looks like inside. I tried to find it online but it wasnt there. I have no problem with people selling their own homes as they dont want to pay the realtors 10-20k fee, but many people dont like looking at homes while the owners are there, its very uncomfortable. But people, if you are selling your own home, dont just put a sign out front. Put it online, especially on realestate.com.au, Australia's largest real estates sales website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule one of sales, ADVERTISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2038220592209524223?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2038220592209524223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2038220592209524223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2038220592209524223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2038220592209524223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2010/02/property.html' title='Property'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7136210185014852363</id><published>2010-01-10T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:56:02.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Nakedness</title><content type='html'>I do believe I'm feeling the vapors, and by that I meant it is FUCKING HOT!! This week we have had 40+ degree days and I'm sick of them! One of the reasons I love Winter and Autumn is because you can always put more clothes on, but there is only so much you can remove in dignified society. It has gotten to a point that I'm wearing the absolute cruddiest clothes I own as I'm sick of the sweat ruining my semi-decent apparel. The week ahead calls for mere 30+ but with increased humidity.&lt;br /&gt;Its times like these I wish I lived in Siberia. I cannot stand the heat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7136210185014852363?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7136210185014852363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7136210185014852363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7136210185014852363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7136210185014852363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2010/01/nakedness.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Nakedness&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4303830217978109616</id><published>2009-12-04T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:34:21.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>Line up the red dot and take me out!</title><content type='html'>Being the electronics and web enthusiast that I am, Web Design should be something I naturally enjoy. A chance to be inventive and creative. I bought the domain of http://madmikeone.com and for a time had a half finished site I had created up. But quickly growing bored of it I began work on a new one, GEN 2 if you will. I created a quick humorous site informing visitors that madmikeone.com would be back soon, but having spent countless hours working on my site I'm nowhere near finished. I think I'm on what is probably the 4th incarnation of the site, constantly changing the form, mood, colour scheme and layout of my site when the mood takes me. But the main problem I've had from the beginning is finding a way to display my blog on the site in a way I'm happy with. I know it can be done, I've seen it done; but I just can't manage it. I've tried and I've tried, but nothing comes to fruition; just my hopes being squashed time after time after time. Putting my blog in my site didn't work and building the site around my blog didn't work either. Today I thought I had finally had it, but it was not to be. Nothing is working for me. I'm coming so close to paying someone to do it for me, but the point of it all is to create something I'm proud of. But if I can't manage to present my blog in a way I'm happy with then I don't know what I'll do. Its stressing me out when I should be enjoying the learning experience. I've spent way to many hours on something that shouldn't be this hard. It's nothing fancy, just a blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4303830217978109616?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4303830217978109616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4303830217978109616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4303830217978109616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4303830217978109616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/12/line-up-red-dot-and-take-me-out.html' title='Line up the red dot and take me out!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7499799613690419354</id><published>2009-11-19T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:32:24.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gta 4 ballad gay tony online multiplayer xbox 360'/><title type='text'>I PWNED Dead Rider 19...</title><content type='html'>... and I did it multiple times too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 days I have been playing GTA 4: Ballad of Gay Tony Online Multiplayer on a friends Xbox 360. It is the most fun I've had in a long time (even when I kept dying). I only came across the tiniest bit of lag which is good considering I live in a country area (albeit a City in a country area). &lt;br /&gt;My favourite of the modes was Free Mode as I was free to do as I wish (taking brief drives to get away from the mayhem occasionally). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Controls are all the same, everything is the same but its more challenging than the actual game as I'm against REAL people, not a predictable AI. And may I just say PEEPS ARE CRAZY!! There were n00bs, pros and everything in between, they were cunning, they were stupid, it was fantastic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of note were the helicopter skills of a user named Nikita something (remarkable skills, a real pro); the idea of hiding in a tank in the lake in Middle Park and firing upon anyone who dares come closer (don't know username), and of course Dead Rider 19; I killed him once and he then spammed the game telling the other users to go after me (thats what the damn game is about! Killing!) so I then forgot about all other players and only targeting him! I think I got in at least another 6 kills before he finally left the game (that'll teach you punk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wasn't so enjoyable was towards the end of the second day when there were a total of 7 players. 5 of which were all friends, most probably on a LAN network would came after the other 2 of us (complete strangers). But when you're running from a guy with explosive shotgun rounds, a tank and 2 helicopters, all firing at you, you know you're alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7499799613690419354?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7499799613690419354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7499799613690419354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7499799613690419354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7499799613690419354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-pwned-dead-rider-19.html' title='I PWNED Dead Rider 19...'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5850260669230487732</id><published>2009-11-04T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:53:26.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brutal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='360'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox'/><title type='text'>Brutal Legend - The game you'll return a few days later..</title><content type='html'>Its not that its a bad game. It has good graphics, some sort of storyline and keeps you occupied for a while. The theme is metal and not being much of a metal music fan myself, I found myself being a bit bored sometimes while a true metal fan might find it BRILLIANT!&lt;br /&gt;One part which annoyed me was the close contact with one of the main enemies on various occasions and NOT KILLING HIM!! In one situation he is surrounded by your people, but all they do is tell him off. In another he is at arms reach, right for the stabbing. But what happens? Someone points at him. Like you would do while telling a small child off.&lt;br /&gt;Some people will love this game, though I found it to be rather repetitive. If you love it you'll keep it. If not, then you'll return it (should you have purchased from a store that lets you (like EB Games))&lt;br /&gt;Main bad point of note is that you can complete the game on HARD in 4 hours! Thats nothing. It took me 10 hours to complete BLACK (albeit they are different types of games) on EASY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5850260669230487732?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5850260669230487732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5850260669230487732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5850260669230487732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5850260669230487732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/11/brutal-legend-game-youll-return-few.html' title='Brutal Legend - The game you&apos;ll return a few days later..'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4156310114320119470</id><published>2009-09-15T03:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:53:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He's running!" *BANG* *BANG*</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my friend Brys came over with his Xbox and I've been playing it for the last couple of nights. Mostly GTA 4, but also a little of Prototype.&lt;br /&gt;Prototype was fun because you can pick up cars and throw them at anything and run around with them, knocking into people and cars and sending them flying. Making stuff explode was so entertaining, and seeing masses of black smoke rising from the city was just the icing on the cake. &lt;br /&gt;While playing GTA we had two funny moments, in the first, Niko was on a date with Michelle and lost at bowling so he immediately turned around and punched her in the face which scared her off and she asked why he was so violent. During the second it was a mission where I am meant to be following someone on foot, and I AM NOT meant to kill them. While following the man I got too close and he started running which would mean I run after him but Brys said "He's running!" so I shot him immediately twice in the back, killing him and failing the mission. Nice one. At least I have quick reflexes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4156310114320119470?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4156310114320119470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4156310114320119470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4156310114320119470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4156310114320119470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/09/hes-running-bang-bang.html' title='&quot;He&apos;s running!&quot; *BANG* *BANG*'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1185424808236899635</id><published>2009-09-09T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:20:39.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Binks</title><content type='html'>Yesterday (8th September 2009) my dog died. She was 13 years and 6 months old. It's so sad, I loved her, I'd had her since I was 7 and a half. She had aged alot over the last couple of years, getting cataracts and arthritis. But yesterday she went to a better place. I don't know what exactly she died of, I know she couldnt stand or move, she wouldn't eat, and it didnt look like she could focus her eyes on me when I spent time with her. She would whine a little and attempt to bark. I feel bad because I wasn't with her when she passed. But apparently dogs prefer to die alone, so maybe it was better I wasn't there. I looked at her from the kitchen and saw she wasn't breathing. I went outside to her and she we dead. I don't know exactly how long she had been lying there. I think perhaps an hour or less. When my mum came home we rang the animal hospital to ask what we should do as we didnt really have anywhere to bury her. The animal hospital said if we brought her in that they could take care of the burial. It was sad having to carry her body into the vet, I wish I had spent a bit more time with her in her final moments. I loved Binks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1185424808236899635?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1185424808236899635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1185424808236899635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1185424808236899635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1185424808236899635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/09/binks.html' title='Binks'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1024532765035181257</id><published>2009-08-21T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:26:33.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Feelings</title><content type='html'>Well it was my birthday yesterday (technically as it is now 12.16am), and I planning on travelling to perth this morning to spend the weekend with my friends. I have had these bad feelings all week which has kind of ruined anything fun i've been doing and made me worry alot. The feelings seem to be a mix of guilt and feeling that something bad will happen when/if i go away. I was so excited about my trip, but now I almost feel like cancelling it if it didnt mean losing $300 from my prepaid hotel. I was just now thinking of making my trip a day shorter which would mean it would cost me 100 less, plus a day of spending money on activities but my friend Nikki has already prepaid for some gold class movie tickets. Though i could just give the $20. &lt;br /&gt;These feelings have been really bad, almost bringing me to tears on some occasions and I still don't know why. I was looking so forward to my trip and seeing my friends, but not all excitement and passion for the trip has gone, and its such a shame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1024532765035181257?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1024532765035181257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1024532765035181257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1024532765035181257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1024532765035181257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-feelings.html' title='Bad Feelings'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8853194799421733957</id><published>2009-07-18T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:57:24.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That My Torch?</title><content type='html'>Well today started off as any other (except I got up before noon) and after doing a few thing around the house I bored as. So I was talking to my friend Brys on Facebook chat, and since he was also bored I suggested we go for a drive and catch up, and half an hour later we so. &lt;br /&gt;We'd been driving around a bit, did a few laps of town, stopped and got some chips. Then started off again, I parked down the road from our friend Corey's place and rang him asking if he wanted to come hang out, he said he was going to the movies later but could join us for a bit. I was like "be there in 10 seconds!" We parked out front and as usual Corey decided to take fucking forever to come out. We drove around for a bit talking. Making jokes about Corey while he told us about his latest sexual conquest (his first!), which I had heard before but had to deduct some points after this time hearing that they had done it in a caravan (I had not been aware of this.) C'mon, a caravan? Even if she lives in it WTF? Get a hotel room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was dropping Corey off he told us to stick around while he went inside to see if they were still going to the movies, they were not. So we were standing out in the driveway talking and then we had climbed onto the back tray of his dads work car and were sitting there talking about a bunch of things. Again making jokes, (at Corey's expense of course. What? He's free to make them back, but he's just to slow to think of anything within an acceptable time frame). One joke had started simple and innocent but then escalated into a scenario of secretly hiding a camera that would film Coreys "exploits" and "bats" and that it would all be uploaded onto a site called VoyeurCorey.com, one which Corey was convinced I had already created. As it, what am I? A pornographer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when were standing on the grass for some reason Corey and Brys were wrestling when Corey says "Is that my torch?" referring to the torch in his front pocket. Brys at this point started laughing; this is when the wrestling ended. While getting up he made the joke "is that my torch or are you just glad to see me?" Later that night it was revealed that Corey did not yet understand the funniness of "Is that my torch?" when we kept laughing about it. But he is a bit slow on the up take sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, something different. Me and Brys were making a joke about grabbing Corey and putting him in the boot of the car and driving around. It was just a joke but Corey was totally up for it, we didnt even have to grab him, he happily climbed in after I popped the trunk. It was funnny as! I did some hard braking, went all the way around a few roundabouts, hard corners and some hard swerving. It was hilarious listening to Corey in the trunk yelling out things like "Ah, fuck!" "Where are we?" "I'll kill you!" "Are we near dewsons?" and "It would be much better if I knew where we were" to which I replied "How could that possibly help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we were just standing around Corey's front yard when this little kitten started running around the area. Brys likes cats and fearing it would be run over, got hold of it and is planning on taking it to the pound on monday so that if it has owners they can pick it up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Events that werent as fun or entertaining have not been included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8853194799421733957?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8853194799421733957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8853194799421733957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8853194799421733957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8853194799421733957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-that-my-torch.html' title='Is That My Torch?'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5900439064757777573</id><published>2009-07-15T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:22:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilli Dogging</title><content type='html'>One of my friends, Kayla, has recently discovered Urban Dictionary which I have thought was fantastic for years. Well she was posting some definitions on facebook and then I copied her idea to get a rise out of her. We were then commenting on our stuff and I mentioned to her that the previous day I looked up "chilli dogging" because it had been mentioned on a show I was watching. She is now a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont post the definition here, but feel free to look it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5900439064757777573?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5900439064757777573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5900439064757777573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5900439064757777573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5900439064757777573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/07/chilli-dogging.html' title='Chilli Dogging'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-3164612815389989584</id><published>2009-07-12T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:00:02.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle is a ..... BASTARD!!</title><content type='html'>Well my friend Alice's friend Kyle is a total bastard! She lent him her little Suzuki. And while borrowing it he let it run out of fuel, so he left it at the side of the road. Did he then go and get some fuel to put in it? NO! Did he return to it ASAP to put fuel in it? NO! Did he make Alice call her friend Michael(me) to take her to get some fuel and then to her abandoned car? YES! Did Kyle leave the car abandoned and it was broken into and Alice's in-car CD player was stolen from it? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Kyle a dickhead? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dick! I just cannot believe that he did this. It had been sitting there for 2 days, and then while Kyle was having a good old sleep in, me and Alice were getting a can of fuel and putting it in the Suzuki and cleaning out all the glass. What a dickwad! What a crap friend! He better be paying to repair the damage and stolen CD player. Asshole!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-3164612815389989584?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3164612815389989584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=3164612815389989584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3164612815389989584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3164612815389989584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/07/kyle-is-bastard.html' title='Kyle is a ..... BASTARD!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4539737829234707153</id><published>2009-07-08T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:34:20.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a new blog DAMN IT!</title><content type='html'>Well I have tried so many times to find a new template for my blog, I've tried to come up with a new online identity that I like, and I've tried to find another blogging site that I'm happy with. AND I CANT! I think the only way I would be happy is if I bought a domain and paid someone to come up with my perfect site. But for the meanwhile I guess I'll stick with this site, though I would very much like a new layout/template, as I dont like this one as much as I used to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4539737829234707153?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4539737829234707153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4539737829234707153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4539737829234707153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4539737829234707153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-new-blog-damn-it.html' title='I want a new blog DAMN IT!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7151507883637747524</id><published>2009-06-28T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:26:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna did it again, Anna, Anna, Anna!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha!, Alyshia was talking to me on messenger about her two roommates fighting. Let me catch you up to speed. Anna is a bitch, she doesn't have her own computer so she has to use Alyshia or Calebs. They don't like her using their stuff, but as long as she asks its ok. But she was getting sick of asking so she just started using Caleb's computer without asking, which pissed him off. So he confronted her and started an argument. He had very valid points, she however, did not. Her points were about getting sick of asking (then buy your own computer B-ATCH!!), that she would have to take peoples washing out of the machine to put hers in (Yeah, so? They have to do the same to yours B-ATCH!!), and that they should label all their food in the fridge and cupboard (Why? Will that stop you eating their food without asking B-ATCH??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, there isn't actually much more to this story. So I think I will just leave it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7151507883637747524?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7151507883637747524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7151507883637747524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7151507883637747524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7151507883637747524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/06/anna-did-it-again-anna-anna-anna.html' title='Anna did it again, Anna, Anna, Anna!!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5158601411769070034</id><published>2009-06-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:14:53.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geocache doesn't grow on trees, or does it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/SkdpMuB8UTI/AAAAAAAAABo/lzQySsqwEIk/s1600-h/DSC_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/SkdpMuB8UTI/AAAAAAAAABo/lzQySsqwEIk/s320/DSC_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352362349388648754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as bored as we were on day, my dear friend Alice and I decided to go Geocaching(look it up yourself) after knocking back going to the movies and ten-pin bowling. It was such a fine day to do such a thing, and we had much fun doing it. First we had to do a one hour return trip to Coolgardie to pick up a GPS unit and take note of some coordinates of the Geocaching sites. On our way to Coolgardie however, we came across a strange occurrence, Water, on the road. It was mid afternoon so any dew would have dried up long ago, it had not rained and it was far too much and far too remote to have been dripping off a recently washed vehicle, there was a light layer of the H20 on the road (only the road, the shoulders and surrounding areas were completely dry) for a good few kilometres. Completely unexplainable. After leaving Coolgardie we made our way to our first Geocache point, Lake Douglas. This was the most exciting of the 3 points as it was our first. We found it with relative ease and it had decent objects in the container (one of which being a zip disk, which I found rather intriguing, if I knew anyone who had ever had a zip drive then I would have voted we took that, but since I didn't we took a screwdriver). After taking out the screwdriver, I placed a yo-yo in the container; Alice wrote a message in the notebook and we returned to the car, but not before noticing the concrete path that goes around the lake ends abruptly for no reason, it just stops hundreds of metres before meeting up with the other end. I made a comment about it possibly being like Platform 9 and 3 quarters from Harry Potter, and that only magic folk could continue along the path.&lt;br /&gt;The second point at Mt. Charlotte was uneventful as we could not find the container (we believe it had been removed). At the third site the GPS unit began going crazy, constantly changing direction and distance, so we had to check out every possible old thing (part of the clue) in the area. We eventually found the container in an old rusty pipe. It had pretty crap objects inside. Alice took the incense sticks and I cannot for the life of me remember what I put in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5158601411769070034?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5158601411769070034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5158601411769070034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5158601411769070034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5158601411769070034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/06/geocache-doesnt-grow-on-trees-or-does.html' title='Geocache doesn&apos;t grow on trees, or does it?'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/SkdpMuB8UTI/AAAAAAAAABo/lzQySsqwEIk/s72-c/DSC_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8966500657950004255</id><published>2009-04-27T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:52:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LEADER wants YOU! Join a CULT today!</title><content type='html'>In this time of growing uncertainty about job security, unemployment and tough economic times I've started to think. What a perfect time to join a CULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. No longer will you have to worry about a mortgage, utility bills and car repayments. Join a cult community where you will no longer need to worry about these things, the day to day stresses are gone too since you will have someone else to make decisions for you, and you will only need to work for what you need, ie- clothing and food. You will no longer be living in a materialistic consumer world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not see this as the definative reason to join a cult, they are dangerous and I would never join one. But I just got to thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8966500657950004255?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8966500657950004255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8966500657950004255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8966500657950004255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8966500657950004255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/04/leader-wants-you-join-cult-today.html' title='The LEADER wants YOU! Join a CULT today!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4786017802173842140</id><published>2009-04-27T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:48:28.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac Related Drivel</title><content type='html'>Well I recently found some cool pics on Flickr. (which i wont bother putting on here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was a picture of a persons license plate that says "IMA MAC" which I loved, as I am a big fan of those "I'm a Mac, and I'm a PC" ad's for Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not as cool was a picture someone had taken of their Macbook Air on a desk. What interested me was one of the comments said to tag the photo under "macbook air" and watch the number of hits rise exponentially. An administrator also asked them to join the Macbook Air Addicts group. Which made me think, why are people so addicted to the Macbook Air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it first came out I was impressed that it could fit in an inter-office envelope, but after seeing the price I quickly lot interest, especially after seeing it had no disc drive as standard. But I am now beginning to see why people like it, it's thin and beautiful, it doesnt weigh much so it is fantastic for grab'n'go situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to JB Hifi with my friend Corey (who was buying a PC notebook), I began playing around with all the notebooks they had on display, the Macbook(previous white and black models), the previous model Macbook Pro and the Macbook Air, I found that I really loved the keyboard on the Air, it was the easiest to use. Though one thing I find a little weird is their new trackpad, which is now on all their notebooks, but I suppose that is something you just get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now think that I would not mind the Air, but I will have to save up for some time and I would probably wait for the second gen model that has an in-built disc drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I would also look at getting an iMac, I'm a big fan of the 24-inch model. It's so PRETTY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4786017802173842140?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4786017802173842140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4786017802173842140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4786017802173842140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4786017802173842140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/04/mac-related-drivel.html' title='Mac Related Drivel'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1782631383266128536</id><published>2009-02-01T15:07:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:36:10.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fan-Trash-Tic Day!</title><content type='html'>I got to spend some time with WHITE TRASH, the kind of people who call eachother DOG, the kind of people who get drunk on the beach, the kind of people who drink til they puke, and then continue drinking. The kind of people who do burn-outs, the kind of people who feel the need to take their shirts off as soon as they hit the beach(at night) and the kind of people who drink-drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trash, Fucking Trash, I Fucking Hate White Trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I stayed as long as I did was because I brought my friend Ash-leigh and she was enjoying herself so I felt guilty taking her away. But when I did decided to leave, she got a lift home with them anyway, so I could have left anyway and actually enjoyed my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also drove some shitty 1998 Holden Commodore with bits falling of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRASH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1782631383266128536?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1782631383266128536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1782631383266128536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1782631383266128536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1782631383266128536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-fan-trash-tic-day.html' title='My Fan-Trash-Tic Day!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5577798758459019120</id><published>2009-01-20T22:38:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:54:13.279+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year..... Same old blog.</title><content type='html'>Well I tried, I really tried to find a cool new layout/template for my blog and I could not find a single thing that was remotely decent, they were all crap, and I really cant be bothered making my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 2009 is finally here, and so far it has been a decent year, it hasnt made me want jump off tall buildings or stick my head in any ovens, so right now I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly this whole blog is for me to remember things, since very few people actually read it. Why would the average internet user give a rats ass about my normal everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I would re-cap on a few things I have done of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Found a street that has a Wisteria Lane kind of feel, it was really nice. There was only about 3 houses on the street that I would want to live, but it would be a nice street to live on. The only down points were the land sales office at the end of the street, but its not like that is going to be there forever, and then there was the Manor at the end, it was a kinda creepy looking building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to IKEA and bought myself a pine desk(dining table actually, but I will use it as a desk) and a chair. &lt;br /&gt;Pine Desk $59&lt;br /&gt;Chair $25&lt;br /&gt;Memories.... Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a job putting them together than I thought it was, I was following the instructions for the table but it didnt go into enough detail, like some of the pieces you had to put the right way up, but the instructions didnt tell you which way was the right way up and the pictures didnt show either, I just had to guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Osborne Park to check out the luxury car dealerships, mainly the Barbagallo ones, Land Rover, Range Rover, Maserati, Ferrari, Jaguar, Aston Martin ETC ETC. There were some damn good cars there, and I took quite a few pictures which turned out well considering they were taken with a camera phone at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My portable hard drive, which as full of movies, tv shows, music and movies fell on the floor and no longer works, so it was all lost. I was so pissed off, but after a few days told myself that most of it is replaceable, and the other stuff wasnt really that important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to JB HiFi, realising I had not seen then new macbook in person. It was alright, it didnt blow me away as much as when I saw the previous macbook in person. I still love the big 24inch iMac though, I want one so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I can remember right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5577798758459019120?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5577798758459019120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5577798758459019120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5577798758459019120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5577798758459019120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-same-old-blog.html' title='New Year..... Same old blog.'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-558460602858254699</id><published>2008-10-28T17:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:14:28.633+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Macbook...</title><content type='html'>.... is kind of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, when I first saw it I hated it, but it is definitely growing on me. The inside kind of looks like a PC with the black screen. &lt;br /&gt;But I love the outside, it is all nice an silver. Very fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one sexy bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-558460602858254699?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/558460602858254699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=558460602858254699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/558460602858254699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/558460602858254699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-macbook.html' title='The New Macbook...'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8803549605733739205</id><published>2008-10-28T15:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:23:03.978+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up The Phone....... People Get Worried.</title><content type='html'>Ok, why do people get worried when I don't answer my phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 6.30am, so I turned my phone onto silent so incoming calls wouldn't wake me. And i got quite a few, I woke up and I think I had 4, then went back to bed and had another 4. Most of which were from my Nana. She was trying to get hold of me to come pick her up half and hour earlier tomorrow morning to take her to airport. &lt;br /&gt;I also had a missed call from work, but I will explain that in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Well at 3.30 I woke up and could swear I could hear someone saying my name outside, and I am thinking my Aunty is home for whatever reason and has left her keys at work or something. I get up, go to the front door and see my Nana's car is parked outside. I got back to my room to get my keys and unlock the front door. I step outside, squint at the car (I wasn't wearing my glasses) and see she isn't in it. &lt;br /&gt;I went back into the house and noticed she was in the backyard trying to see in the kitchen window, i unlock the back sliding door and open it and stand there thinking that she heard it, but she didn't so I stepped out and said hi, she jumped a bit, so obviously she didn't hear the door or me step out. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out that she was worried because she couldn't get hold of me and was afraid something had happened. She had rung work to see if I was there, and they said I wasn't working that day. That is why my friend Nikki at work rang, she was a bit worried too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana was relieved to see I was OK, and she gave me $150 which was cool. It was to pay for my food and stuff I think while I am house sitting for her, which I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well just thought that I should document this event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8803549605733739205?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8803549605733739205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8803549605733739205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8803549605733739205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8803549605733739205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/10/pick-up-phone-people-get-worried.html' title='Pick Up The Phone....... People Get Worried.'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-3671414178108586316</id><published>2008-09-24T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:36:54.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultraviolet Panties &amp; Upcoming Event</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I went and saw a BRITISH film (I love them). It was called Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging (or something like that) and I liked it, I really did. It felt a bit long, but only went for an hour and a half so that was fine.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I liked in the movie was the music and I discovered the STIFF DYLANS, I really like these people, I love Ultraviolet and Ever Fallen In Love. AWESOME SONGS!&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this blog sounds boring doesnt it. Oh well. Fuck ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have quite a few events coming up in the next month, first of all we have my mother's 50th birthday party (which I have been planning) this weekend, and I will be so glad to see the back of it, venues not getting back to you, people RSVP'ing and the very last minute, and so on. It will be so nice to just relax.&lt;br /&gt;Next is a LAN party at Murdoch Uni (I don't got there, a friend does), it will be the second LAN party I have gone to in my ENTIRE life, the last one kinda sucked though, there needs to be way more people and cool music and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, a pub crawl to The Paddington, The Brisbane and The Dean. Woot! Never been to any of them, didnt really want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now this is very exciting, a 'Halloween Massacre' at the old Fremantle Prison, now how cool is that? A fancy dress halloween ball, very cool indeed. Though I can't decide what i'll go as, i'm thinking hannibal, hitman or the joker from the dark knight. DECISIONS, decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought some red underwear, THE DEVILS PANTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY, BUSY, BUSY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-3671414178108586316?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3671414178108586316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=3671414178108586316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3671414178108586316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3671414178108586316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/09/ultraviolet-panties-upcoming-event.html' title='Ultraviolet Panties &amp; Upcoming Event'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2414860626132017236</id><published>2008-08-02T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:00:17.145+09:00</updated><title type='text'>GO Shitty 3</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is from quite a while ago, but just realised i didn't publish it for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANDURAH IS A HOLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day began with a quarter decent sleep on my cousins couch. Until about 11 my eyes hurt and I was trying to get back to sleep. But when I was finally awake I got to drop off my second cousin Isabella (or cousin once removed by a generation, as that lavender sniffing would say. FUCK YOU JULIE!) at her great grandmothers. She lit up with when she saw her, that goes for both, Isabella to Nonna, Nonna to Isabella.&lt;br /&gt;"I went to Italy and as as busy spending so much time with my family and friends, but I still have time to miss this little girl." - Nonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first LAN party, it blows. no music, no loud game playing, i dont think people are even playing against eachother. just by themselves. and it is dead, everyone is like it will get better after 12, but a bunch of people left at 11.15pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see my friend alyshias parents new house in mandurah. it's kinda nice, but a bit open, like i like open plan, but i like to be able to close the front formal bit of the house from the rest of the house. And to close off the bedrooms from the living areas. but everything is open, i dont think i would like that. there are so many new, half built and not built houses in the area, it is one of mandurah's newer suburbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i went to GO3 and it was dead, there was nothing there, the high points were seeing a line up of alienware pc's, the apple iphone, and an apple computers section. there was no one there, and not much to do, and alyshia wouldnt stop complaining about it, she always things are going to be bigger than they are coz she always builds them up and then complains, it is a little annoying, ok, i jest, VERY ANNOYING!!!!!! she spent like half an hour in one kiosk, which was boring, but luckily for me it was across from the apple booth so i went and talked to the guy there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2414860626132017236?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2414860626132017236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2414860626132017236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2414860626132017236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2414860626132017236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-shitty-3.html' title='GO Shitty 3'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-22256045495094522</id><published>2008-07-31T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:29:11.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working 9 to 5</title><content type='html'>Why do we work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who invented it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell invented the idea of going to work everyday? Though I do understand that it feels good to earn our own money and have a feeling of self worth. But it kinda sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs vary, and you won't know which job you want to do for the rest of your life? You probably won't ever find what you're best suited for because it is not possible to try every job in a single lifetime. Plus you may think you love something, but it doesnt turn out just the way you wanted. I recently found this out. For years I wanted to be a Realtor, and when I was finally old enough to the do the course I was so excited about selling houses, but I got in just as the market bombed after a huge boom, nothing was selling, and I didnt manage to get a single listing. It sucked. I got out of there after about 7 months, It was just a waste of my time and money. &lt;br /&gt;But that was all I wanted to do for years, there was no back-up. So now I don't know what I want to do for a living. There are some areas I have thought about, but you normally need qualifications, or they are career choices that I know absolutely nothing about. I have thought about Art, Photography, and Publishing. But I also feel in a bit of a rut, I have also thought about jobs that let me travel a little bit, ie- a job in London, Tokyo, New York etc, or maybe a cruise ship job. But I want something with a bit of power, I'd love to have people working under me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was me making myself feel depressed because I dont know what I want to do with my life, nice one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-22256045495094522?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/22256045495094522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=22256045495094522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/22256045495094522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/22256045495094522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/07/working-9-to-5.html' title='Working 9 to 5'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1117106511307236482</id><published>2008-07-30T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:37:30.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's a HUGE BITCH!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is the first time I have properly used a computer since I have gotten back from Kalgoorlie. Back then I was using my mums 13inch HP Notebook, and at the moment I am using my cousins 17inch Toshiba Notebook, and it feels like i'm using a wall, not a screen. That is truely how much bigger it feels, the screen looks huge, the stuff on the screen looks tiny (and i checked to see if it has zoomed out, and it hadn't). It is so strange, everything looks small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my blogorrhea for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1117106511307236482?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1117106511307236482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1117106511307236482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1117106511307236482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1117106511307236482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-huge-bitch.html' title='That&apos;s a HUGE BITCH!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-6274930974335064379</id><published>2008-07-25T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:38:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab, But I Said......</title><content type='html'>... I love NutrientWater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I especially love the REHAB one. It is so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love what they write on them, here's what it says on the Rehab one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because this product is called "rehab" does not mean regular consumption will be seen as a cry for help. It will not elevate you to A-list celebrity status, put you on the front cover of popular trash magazines or cause you to fall from grace like a shamed football star. Nor will you be made to admit that you have a problem to a group of strangers by saying "Hi my name is... and I'm...", It does, however, mean that you can enjoy a blend of nutrient-rich superfruits whenever you require the full treatment. And if for some reason, you still feel the need to publish a tell-all autobiography, call us. We're here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT! IT TASTES SO DAMN GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was NOT paid for this BLOG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-6274930974335064379?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/6274930974335064379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=6274930974335064379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6274930974335064379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6274930974335064379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/07/they-tried-to-make-me-go-to-rehab-but-i.html' title='They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab, But I Said......'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8373056182149194098</id><published>2008-07-25T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:17:01.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW In The News</title><content type='html'>Internet SPAM KING Eddie Davidson, 35, escaped from prison after serving just 2 months of the 21 month sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He later killed his wife, three-year-old daughter, and then himself. Leaving his 8 month old son alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been imprisoned for sending spam emails designed to pump up stock values. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why couldnt the police find him before he did this? Surely it cant be too hard to find someone with a incredibly large PENIS, BREAST IMPLANTS, multiple RUSSIAN BRIDES, a whole lot of DISCOUNTED STOCKS, and a letter from a NIGERIAN BANK OFFICIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spam accounts for 96.5% of all business email. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*= THE MORE YOU KNOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8373056182149194098?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8373056182149194098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8373056182149194098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8373056182149194098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8373056182149194098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow-in-news.html' title='WOW In The News'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-6858818240108549010</id><published>2008-07-24T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:29:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Click* *Click* *BANG*</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I want to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come up to Kalgoorlie for the week, I came up with my cousin and her two young kids and it has been so freaking stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be having a nice relaxing week at home (as i will be staying at my parent place) but boy was i WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has not stopped bitching and moaning since we got here, complains when i stay up late even though i dont keep her up and it doesnt affect her in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me clean out the fridge, just because she is anally retentive and has to have everything perfectly clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kids have been crying and screaming, when there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING wrong with them. Luckily i have been able to avoid them at night coz i have been sleeping in the granny flat. GREAT! One of the kids is going off now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my parents car is in Perth at my place because they drove up before flying off to Asia, I came down with my cousin in her Pathfinder, even though it is brand new and nice to drive, because there is only one car i'm already limited to what i can do. This afternoon i wanted to go to a friends place for an hour, just an hour, and that will have been the first time i took the car out all week, i couldnt because she was driving the kids to the park. She could have walked, but was apparently feeling sick. THEN WHY NOT LET THEIR GRANDMOTHER TAKE THEM WHILE YOU SLEEP HUH? I just think that she doesnt want me to drive the new car, even though i have NEVER had an accident that was my fault. I'm an excellent driver. One woman did smash into me last christmas, but it was totally her fault, she said it, the police said it and the insurance company said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my cousin would stop being a bitch. She complains about everything, the deli down the road, me staying up late, me sleeping in, me playing hitman on the ps2 (which i play out in the granny flat on the small crap tv which makes everything look dark, so she can have free use of the big screen and foxtel. And she has a bitch when i sigh when she asks me to do something, maybe if she didnt ask me to do so many useless things i wouldnt be sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this afternoon, she wanted panadol, so about half an hour after she asked i went and got some. She was asleep on the couch when i left, i went outside and started the car, and she ran out and asked me where i was going. PROOF that she doesnt want me driving the car? I THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been able to do anything that i have wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to go to the Superpit, and as a previous local i have seen it a million times, but she made me get up so i couldnt have a sleep in and go with them and show them where the lookout is, this pissed me off because TOURISTS find it BY THEMSELVES every day of the year! So why couldnt she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she can get stuffed if she thinks i'm going to go to her house and babysit her kids anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-6858818240108549010?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/6858818240108549010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=6858818240108549010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6858818240108549010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6858818240108549010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/07/click-click-bang.html' title='*Click* *Click* *BANG*'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-865967959006692857</id><published>2008-06-28T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:22:08.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Line</title><content type='html'>From Will &amp; Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAREN: That subway was disgusting, it smelled of urine.&lt;br /&gt;JACK: Karen, we took your limo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-865967959006692857?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/865967959006692857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=865967959006692857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/865967959006692857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/865967959006692857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-line.html' title='Funny Line'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5450956233640878981</id><published>2008-05-20T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:51:12.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HEART SteAndKel</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4hoHbGx8UY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4hoHbGx8UY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I have been saying I love alot of things lately. So? I'm in a good mood. Would you prefer I was in a bad mood and was sad? Do you bitch? I bet you do you jealous skank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5450956233640878981?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5450956233640878981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5450956233640878981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5450956233640878981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5450956233640878981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-steandkel.html' title='i HEART SteAndKel'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8169120473037058279</id><published>2008-05-19T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:23:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skins</title><content type='html'>Skins Series 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I'm so excited. I can barely pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SHOW (I love alot of shows dont I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd give Maxxie one."&lt;br /&gt;"You can't, he's homosexual."&lt;br /&gt;"..Bummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bill Bailey is Maxxie's dad, that is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8169120473037058279?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8169120473037058279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8169120473037058279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8169120473037058279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8169120473037058279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/skins.html' title='Skins'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8508175173425514636</id><published>2008-05-19T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:19:43.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Step - Get A Mac</title><content type='html'>I love the Mac vs. PC ads. They Rock! I want a Macbook so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuHGThfbQog&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuHGThfbQog&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8508175173425514636?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8508175173425514636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8508175173425514636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8508175173425514636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8508175173425514636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/naughty-step-get-mac.html' title='Naughty Step - Get A Mac'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2250535806394117242</id><published>2008-05-18T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:45:34.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollyoaks 4 EVA</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I'm hooked. It is 11.44pm and I have been watching for hours, I keep saying to myself, just another episode and then i'll go to bed, but it hasnt happened to far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2250535806394117242?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2250535806394117242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2250535806394117242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2250535806394117242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2250535806394117242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/hollyoaks-4-eva.html' title='Hollyoaks 4 EVA'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-3940811174192418993</id><published>2008-05-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:15:27.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i HEART Hollyoaks</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS FREAKING SHOW!! (even though it is a soap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could get it on dvd, but I can't. It is one of those shows that is on a few times a week, or everyday or something. It would be like getting Neighbours, Home &amp; Away or The Bill on dvd. There are just too many episodes, so I am forced to watch it on youtube. Which is ok, but I still would prefer dvd's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show should be on foxtel, I'm pretty sure it isnt. Hang on, i'll check................... Nope! BLAST! (not that I have foxtel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT SO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-3940811174192418993?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3940811174192418993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=3940811174192418993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3940811174192418993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3940811174192418993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-hollyoaks.html' title='i HEART Hollyoaks'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7791521843452483679</id><published>2008-05-12T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T19:35:35.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother Airlines</title><content type='html'>Those big brother contestants are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, that blonde bitch is crying because big brother took her stuff. Shut up bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, those idiots thought they were actually going to be leaving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the pre-flight video looked like some arab 'We've hijacked the plane and we are going to kill you all!!' type of video. A ninja in a flight hostess's uniform looks like a female terrorist. kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's All.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7791521843452483679?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7791521843452483679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7791521843452483679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7791521843452483679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7791521843452483679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-brother-airlines.html' title='Big Brother Airlines'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2430879466419448017</id><published>2008-05-08T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:24:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WikiTubeDevartr</title><content type='html'>I would just like to express my admiration of sites such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube&lt;br /&gt;Flickr&lt;br /&gt;DeviantArt&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2430879466419448017?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2430879466419448017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2430879466419448017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2430879466419448017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2430879466419448017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/wikitubedevartr.html' title='WikiTubeDevartr'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5279840001240904375</id><published>2008-05-07T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:57:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight Parts from Japan!</title><content type='html'>Yeah FREAKING right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid asian bitch crashed into the side of my car a few days before christmas  last year with her shitty little red Mitsubishi Mirage. She said the sun was in the eyes and didnt see me. IF THE SUN IS IN YOUR EYES AND YOU CANT SEE IN FRONT OF YOUR CAR, STOP DRIVING!! What if there had been a small kid there instead of my car? Or what if someone had be walking between her car and my car? Stupid bitch, learn to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the car was at the panel beater for almost a month, disgusting. And then when they finally said it was ready, there was still a piece missing that they had ordered from Japan. And the car was covered in dirt/dust. So i rang like a month later asking if the part was in yet, they said it had been ordered and she didnt know when it would be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was more than a month ago that I rang, that is disgusting. I could have ordered a new car and had it delivered in less time. I will ring them again, probably tomorrow, and say 'where's the part for my car bitch!??!' If they say they dont know when it will be in, i'm going to be PISSED! I'm gonna go POSTAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they stole the cover/door for storage comparment in the back, BASTARDS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I go to a wreckers yard, find a car like mine in the same colour and just buy the part I need, have it put on and send them the bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastards! Seriously, Bad Service!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5279840001240904375?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5279840001240904375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5279840001240904375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5279840001240904375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5279840001240904375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/overnight-parts-from-japan.html' title='Overnight Parts from Japan!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-2327113812958684900</id><published>2008-05-07T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:24:18.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Page Cannot Be Displayed</title><content type='html'>Do students from China come to Australia to learn more about the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about the internet is that no-one controls it. Well at least that is the case for most of us, but in China it is a completely different care, their government controls and filters the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that most university, even those who attend China's equivalents to Harvard, Yale and Oxford don't know anything about the Tiananmen Square protests of 1989. The sight of a man standing in front of a tank, a famous image to ther rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people in China have even been jailed for the writing blogs about certain things. Things that their government doesnt like, because you see, in most countries, there are multiple political parties/governments who argue with eachother. But in China, there is one, and they want to have as much control over their citizens as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese citizens cannot view websites such as Flickr, Wikipedia and Youtube. Even Google China blocks searches about Human Rights and Tibet, amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;If they type in the wikipedia address it come up with 'page cannot be displayed' so you cannot even do a search for something completely innocent, ie- human biology, your favourite celeb/band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you travel to Hong Kong, which is technically part of China, you cross the Great Firewall of China and no not have these internet blocks and restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is disgusting, but thats what you get for living in a communist country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIL CAPITALISM!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-2327113812958684900?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/2327113812958684900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=2327113812958684900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2327113812958684900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/2327113812958684900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-firewall-of-china.html' title='Page Cannot Be Displayed'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4868215427470330222</id><published>2008-05-07T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:09:32.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here</title><content type='html'>I watched an episode of this show, when this woman had to be lowered down a 'mine shaft.' She had to break seals on these containers buried into the wall and reach into them to retrieve this little white star things. Inside these containers are things like maggots, flying ants, cane toads, rats, and a snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you put your hand into a container full of poisonous cane toads or a FREAKING snake waiting to bite you, meanwhile you are covered in maggots, ants, cobwebs, not to meantion being in the dark, just for a bit of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THAT I SAY, FUCK THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what is their idea of a celebrity? coz i didnt see any. There was Jason Donovan, David Gest, and this woman from the 5th season of footballers wives. Not exactly 'celebrities.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4868215427470330222?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4868215427470330222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4868215427470330222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4868215427470330222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4868215427470330222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-celebrity-get-me-out-of-here.html' title='I&apos;m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-347255781899314987</id><published>2008-05-07T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:58:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Killer Wasps!</title><content type='html'>I really don't like this ad, the people in it are so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;He says 200 Kilowatts, NOT 200 Killer Wasps! You FREAK! Why would there be 200 killer wasps underneath a cars bonnet? And then there is that eavesdropping neighbour who runs around yelling 'Killer Wasps!!' she should be shot, and so should the advertising exec who created that ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-347255781899314987?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/347255781899314987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=347255781899314987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/347255781899314987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/347255781899314987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/200-killer-wasps.html' title='200 Killer Wasps!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8733013766017703802</id><published>2008-05-07T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:54:59.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the lucky ones!!</title><content type='html'>Has anyone seen the first episodes of My Kid's a Star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS SHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with Danny Bonaduce? Is he the biggest celeb they could get? And what was with his speech to the kids, how he is one of the lucky ones because he is still alive. I'm sure that speech alone made the kids want to kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie Foster - Child Star - Famous oscar winning actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Howard - Hollywould producer/director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Bonaduce - Still Alive - Well Done! (APPLAUSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a tool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8733013766017703802?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8733013766017703802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8733013766017703802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8733013766017703802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8733013766017703802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-lucky-ones.html' title='One of the lucky ones!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7383027495337999432</id><published>2008-04-29T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:50:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLL UP, ROLL UP!</title><content type='html'>and watch this years FREAK SHOW!! AKA Big Brother Australia 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what has happened to the world? And what has happened to BB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dwarf, she is a one metre tall belly dancer, and less than 24hrs into it there is already a scandal, NUDE PICTURES of this pocket person! EW, and her husband is twice her size! EW, and guess where she comes upto on him when they stand together?......... THATS RIGHT!!! EW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy obsessed with aliens, he said that one time (at band camp.... hehe) he was at a beach close to his home and he saw a UFO in the sky. So now, EVERY saturday night he goes to the same place and looks for the UFO, he hasnt seen it so far.......... But x finger crossed x!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a woman who is kinda thin, but has HUGE KNOCKERS!! I mean HUGE!! and they arent saggy either, they sit right up high. A little too high I think. You can't even look at her face, because her HUGE TITS are in the way! HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then there is the guy with the weird voice, Travis. He sounds like his voice is breaking, and is really skinny and pale, and you think he is gay, coz just look at him and you will think it. But HE SAYS he isnt. YYSSW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the grandmother, the oldest person to ever be in the house. Why would you put someone so OLD into the house and make all the young people feel like their mother is in there with them? SCARY! Though she says whats on her mind, so that is a bonus, it is kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it should be called BIG BROTHER 2008: FREAK SHOW EDITION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7383027495337999432?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7383027495337999432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7383027495337999432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7383027495337999432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7383027495337999432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/roll-up-roll-up.html' title='ROLL UP, ROLL UP!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5771663962311405906</id><published>2008-04-15T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:52:35.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Box o' Puppies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQn06uGRLm4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQn06uGRLm4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my cousins puppies to the vet to get immunised, and they were all in a box on my front seat, arent they cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5771663962311405906?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5771663962311405906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5771663962311405906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5771663962311405906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5771663962311405906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/box-o-puppies.html' title='Box o&apos; Puppies!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4877106022675880027</id><published>2008-04-14T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:45:42.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>#1: One time we were a part of an exercise for the SES, it was a case scenario. What if a bus crashed on a country road. So a bunch of us were passengers on the bus, some were injured, some 'unconcious' and I was 'dead.' But I had to get up and get off the bus myself. Bastards!&lt;br /&gt;It was actually kinda cool, not many people have that kind of experience. We even go to use red cordial and tomato sauce. &lt;&lt; That kinda sounded like I was talking that up, as if using tomato sauce for blood was super cool. It isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: My friend Alice used to have curly/frizzy hair when she was little which resembled a triangle somewhat. But then she started straightening it and it looked normal. But one day in high school she got it cut and it looked like anime hair. I cant really explain it (mostly because i cant be bothered), but it looked like the girls hair that you see on those anime tv shows and movies but not so brightly coloured, it was just her natural brunette colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4877106022675880027?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4877106022675880027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4877106022675880027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4877106022675880027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4877106022675880027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Trip Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-6819377198683102946</id><published>2008-04-14T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:30:44.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye My Long Time Friend</title><content type='html'>I have decided to lose the Mad Mike Out and End of Transmission from the end of my blog entries, well at least I have. Now i'm not sure. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel it would be better to end without it. Like in my last post with Goodnight my sweet.... maybe it would have been better to send with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My I will just lose it if it has a decent ending already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Tranmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-6819377198683102946?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/6819377198683102946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=6819377198683102946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6819377198683102946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6819377198683102946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-my-long-time-friend.html' title='Goodbye My Long Time Friend'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4428109533196534289</id><published>2008-04-14T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:24:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listings and Pimpings!!</title><content type='html'>I am such an excellent real estate agent, on saturday i opened a house for antoher agent in my office and within the first 5 minutes i had an offer one it. The house is a bit small and a little oddly laid out for me, but neat, clean and tity. A pretty cottage type house with nice garden. But i thin what sold it was the granny flat/teenage retreat out back. It is huge, like half the size of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other agent contacted the owner that night and after a little negotiation it was accepted at a price just above the offer price, but below the asking price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I need is listing of my own so I can start earning the big commissions. I can't believe that after all the letter box drops I have dropped, I have not yet managed to get a listing, or appraisal for that matter. It is becoming a little annoying. Well actually it became very annoying months ago. But I am only now mentioning it in my blog. A blog which I love by the way. My myspace one blows, probably because I never gave it a real go. The poor thing never had a chance. And also, it blew, MAJORLY. (&lt;&lt; that looks wrong to me, but i checked, it isnt). It looks like trash. I find myspace to be very trashy and tacky. It is all about 'Pimping' your page and how many friends you have. Though, I must admit that I have 'pimped' my page, it has a Dodge Caliber theme. My dream car in the 'affordable' category. But that is really all i have done with it, i havent added any of those stupid little applications, except for some videos. Most of which i havent actually watched with the sound on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing this blog on paper, I am watching a foreign film called 'Russian Dolls,' it is not one of my favourited, but still pretty good. It is the sequel to one of my favourites 'The Spanish Apartment,' fantastic movie! Rent it out, go on, do it. I also recommend Amelie, Run Lola Run, The Experiment, A Tale Of Two Sisters, Spirited Away and I am sure, many more. Though, my local video store, Video Ezy, does not stock many good foreign films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are hurting so bad (usually how I judge how tired i am, the more my eyes hurt, the more tired i am and the more urgent it is that i go to bed). It has just gone 11.46pm when i write this (on paper), so i think i will end it here and get some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;Do i sound old saying that? I hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4428109533196534289?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4428109533196534289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4428109533196534289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4428109533196534289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4428109533196534289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/listings-and-pimpings.html' title='Listings and Pimpings!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7797789499077454356</id><published>2008-04-08T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:42:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..bout time</title><content type='html'>Yay! This house has finally settled, and there is a check waiting for me at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Joy Joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i need more houses to sell. I WANT MORE HOUSES TO SELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7797789499077454356?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7797789499077454356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7797789499077454356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7797789499077454356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7797789499077454356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/bout-time.html' title='..bout time'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-505881435659169919</id><published>2008-04-03T14:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:37:09.935+09:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU STUPID WOMAN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_s9TWlVk_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hzfZNB4BCJc/s1600-h/are_u_dumb__by_eightbreeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_s9TWlVk_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hzfZNB4BCJc/s320/are_u_dumb__by_eightbreeze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186806798536250354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUPID BLOODY WOMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This stupid woman, the house settles tomorrow, and i get a call today saying that the settlement agents cant settle it tomorrow because she hasnt given her mortgage forms to her bank. So ring her, she only did it today at 12.00pm. What the freaking hell? Why is she only doing it so late? WHY? WHY OH WHY? YOU STUPID WOMAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it means i get paid later, and since i dont get paid that much, it is a big freaking deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID WOMAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End Of Transmission-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID WOMAN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-505881435659169919?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/505881435659169919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=505881435659169919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/505881435659169919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/505881435659169919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-stupid-woman.html' title='YOU STUPID WOMAN!!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_s9TWlVk_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hzfZNB4BCJc/s72-c/are_u_dumb__by_eightbreeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-7445323757143446745</id><published>2008-04-02T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T19:50:17.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME.....</title><content type='html'>I know these are lame, but I feel like filling one out. I like filling in forms, I know, I'm weird!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone watch you the last time you kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;ah NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking, do you stop to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, probably sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it?&lt;br /&gt;No way, unless your a spoilt little rich bitch. People have to WORK for the things they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sneaked out of your house?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, never had too. I am ALLOWED to leave the house whenever the hell I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone personally who has gotten an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you opened up your front door to a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU THINK I LIVE? THE FUCKING BRONX??? AS IF THAT WOULD HAPPEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to spend time with people?&lt;br /&gt;Depends, as long as I feel completely comfortable around them. But I do like to be by myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just ate thanks. Ribs. I want my baby back, baby back, baby back, baby back, RIBS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;I emptied and filled my cousins dishwasher today, and I did a sink of dishes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, sitting on the couch with my cousin watching Will &amp; Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a relationship right now?&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you about to do?&lt;br /&gt;Answer the next question......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought someone died, when they really didn't?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be a superhero what would you want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Be invisible. Coz then i could spy on people. That would be AWSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name plus "ness"?&lt;br /&gt;Michaelness or Mikeness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three feelings at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Ecstatic, Ninja (according to myspace that is a mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done anything you regret so far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wasting money probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to anything?&lt;br /&gt;Will &amp; Grace episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you scared of?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe dying painfully, or just dying maybe, or maybe just being in alot of pain. Coz if you die, thats it. It doesnt matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;At the cinema, Jumper. On dvd, About a Boy. On tv, Spirited Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno, I was probably singing along to something in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you changed much this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yes i think so, a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the last place you went besides where you are?&lt;br /&gt;Home and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;No, I used to speak pretty good Indonesian, but if you dont use it, you lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you dress for style or comfort?&lt;br /&gt;Comfort, but I dont just wear any old shit, I still want to look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a drunken night in Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the craziest thing you've done?&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea. I'm not that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Red, Blue, Black, Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite Nickelback song?&lt;br /&gt;Animals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to this summer?&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;I smile alot, not excessively, but enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-7445323757143446745?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/7445323757143446745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=7445323757143446745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7445323757143446745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/7445323757143446745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/lame.html' title='LAME.....'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-3314620898820876653</id><published>2008-04-02T10:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:37:10.641+09:00</updated><title type='text'>.... to tears!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_LvdmlVk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ik3uIM0LZP0/s1600-h/BORED_by_TheOneMalik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_LvdmlVk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ik3uIM0LZP0/s200/BORED_by_TheOneMalik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184469412909257682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously bored to tears, and i'm tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on duty first thing in the morning, and it sucks. Nothing ever happens and I don't have anything to do. Like nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I can do, or need to do, I can only do outside the office, and I can't leave until 1pm, and it is only 10.17am, i have been here since 8.30am. Time goes so SLOWLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could play online games, but that might look at bit bad, and plus they wouldnt keep me occupied for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-3314620898820876653?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/3314620898820876653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=3314620898820876653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3314620898820876653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/3314620898820876653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-tears.html' title='.... to tears!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R_LvdmlVk9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ik3uIM0LZP0/s72-c/BORED_by_TheOneMalik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8921544087589496767</id><published>2008-03-23T16:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:25:24.473+09:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La La Family Guy!</title><content type='html'>I'm at work, and we have a video store next to us, and they have put on a Family Guy DVD and I can hear it. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8921544087589496767?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8921544087589496767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8921544087589496767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8921544087589496767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8921544087589496767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-la-la-la-family-guy.html' title='La La La La Family Guy!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-368093302518041091</id><published>2008-03-20T22:21:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:37:11.037+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R-JlVmlVk7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekquAxc0oQ/s1600-h/1152075492_4c0b2d902d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R-JlVmlVk7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekquAxc0oQ/s320/1152075492_4c0b2d902d_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179813943238300594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Aston Martin DBS by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-368093302518041091?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/368093302518041091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=368093302518041091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/368093302518041091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/368093302518041091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/sexy-car.html' title='Sexy Car'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/R-JlVmlVk7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9ekquAxc0oQ/s72-c/1152075492_4c0b2d902d_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4073720692247976103</id><published>2008-03-20T20:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:45:36.063+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SAM!!</title><content type='html'>I just watched the start of I Am Sam, how sad, that bitch runs away and leaves Sam with the kid. She is a crap mother for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She runs off and leaves her child&lt;br /&gt;2) She leaves the baby with someone with a mental disability, meaning that he probably is not capable of caring for a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is sweet that that lady in the next apartment tells him when ot feed the baby, like when hogans heroes is on, and when I dream of Jeannie is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4073720692247976103?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4073720692247976103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4073720692247976103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4073720692247976103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4073720692247976103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-sam.html' title='I AM SAM!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-6662147441196802320</id><published>2008-03-20T12:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:07:54.183+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Who throws a muffin? Honestly!</title><content type='html'>Well I watched Austin Powers Goldmember last night. Don't worry, not for the first time. It has been ages since I have seen that movie though. It was freaking hilarious. It was awesome because I hadn't seen it in ages, I had forgotten all the gags. I think I should start watching movies I haven't seen in a while, like the other Austin Powers movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, by watching Goldmember, I realised that the two asian guys from Heroes are in it. One is Hiro, I don't know the name of the other one. They (in the movie) were in the scene about Godzilla, and how it wasn't Godzilla for legal and copyright reasons, but that it did look like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-6662147441196802320?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/6662147441196802320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=6662147441196802320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6662147441196802320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/6662147441196802320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-throws-muffin-honestly.html' title='Who throws a muffin? Honestly!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8378511776777241241</id><published>2008-03-17T15:27:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:32:34.578+09:00</updated><title type='text'>This Damn House</title><content type='html'>I will be so happy when the sale of this house goes through. The buyers are annoying me so much, it is an asian mother and daughter, and the daughter speaks fluent english, but the mother does not. And when they are both talking to me, the daughter has to keep saying stuff in some asian language to the mother, and then the mother will ask me questions very slowly, using basic language, and I can't always understand what she is saying. &lt;br /&gt;And they asked to put some furniture in the garage of the house they are buying, and that is ok. They seem to have filled it with like 3 cupboards and 20 beds. But now they want to put more stuff in it, and I have to be there at a certain time to open the house so they can put some more furniture in it as they have ordered some and are having it delivered to the house. What is with these people. Don't order furniture until you have possession of the house, or you have somewhere to put it. Why can't they be like normal people and rent a storage space. That is what I would do. &lt;br /&gt;They are lucky it isnt my house, I wouldnt let people put their stuff in or move in prior to possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I want settlement to come and this sale to be over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can get paid and not deal with these people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8378511776777241241?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8378511776777241241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8378511776777241241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8378511776777241241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8378511776777241241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-damn-house.html' title='This Damn House'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4572767143423044329</id><published>2008-03-17T15:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:27:28.394+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Complimentary</title><content type='html'>Please comment on my blogs, I love reading comments, and plus, I comment on all you peoples pictures all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DO IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO IT NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4572767143423044329?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4572767143423044329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4572767143423044329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4572767143423044329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4572767143423044329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/complimentary.html' title='Complimentary'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8553818344426162481</id><published>2008-03-17T14:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:24:53.275+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Novel Idea!</title><content type='html'>If you have read my blog before, then you may be aware of the fact that I write as a hobby. Well at the moment I am getting a bit frustrated because I am trying to write a novel, but don't know what to write about. Well I have lots of ideas but I don't know which one to stick with. Here are the ideas I currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA #1&lt;br /&gt;A boy starts writing in a journal given to him by his grandmother, he writes in it every year on his birthday. But it is not about his past, but things that happen to him in his future. It starts out happy, but ends sad. He has a very bad life, and there is one thing that could make his life happier, a son that he does not know about. But the son does not find his father until the end, after the man has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA #2&lt;br /&gt;A story about 5 rich kids from 3 rich families, the novel starts at the funeral of the 6th rich kid, and in the first chapter, the spirit of the dead kid is walking around introducing the reader to the other 5 kids and the families. There is alot of debauchery and scandalous behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA #3&lt;br /&gt;A woman is found murdered in the woods, the police are on the case, but a teenager with a sidekick device is about to blog about the murders using information and facts that the police don't even know. How does he do this? Is he the killer? or does he know who the killer is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDEA #4&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln pretends to be a trust fund baby, but actually made his money from stealing celebrity sex tapes and making copies and selling them internationally. Though no-one knows this. Everyone thinks he is fantastic, they love him. They think he works for the cities biggest publisher (which he does), but have no idea about the other side of him, the seedy side. He is similar to a con artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you people think? or do you have some ideas of variations of these stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8553818344426162481?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8553818344426162481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8553818344426162481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8553818344426162481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8553818344426162481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-novel-idea.html' title='What a Novel Idea!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5191318681054070027</id><published>2008-03-17T14:08:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:08:41.249+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singstar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playstation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>How Fun is Singstar!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG! HOW FUN IS THIS GAME????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be crap, but I played it last time I was back home with my dear friend Alice (who is a total bitch for beating me most of the time) and it FREAKING rocked! It was so much fun! It would have been more fun if more of the songs had guys singing because then I could have won more, but still it was AWSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Alice, Thankyou for suggesting we play it. It was so much FREAKING fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should buy more of the games so we can play for ages next time I am in town, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5191318681054070027?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5191318681054070027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5191318681054070027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5191318681054070027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5191318681054070027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-fun-it-singstar.html' title='How Fun is Singstar!!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1752682274263964783</id><published>2008-03-17T14:02:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:04:53.281+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who Got A Sexy New Layout!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>NO! Not Paris Hilton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!!! YOU IDIOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, that was funny, i'm funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1752682274263964783?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1752682274263964783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1752682274263964783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1752682274263964783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1752682274263964783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-who-got-sexy-new-layout_17.html' title='Guess Who Got A Sexy New Layout!?!?!?!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5685807098630533980</id><published>2008-02-03T19:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:27:55.886+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Random #1</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking awesome..... I'm so freaking awesome..... I'm so freaking awesome.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5685807098630533980?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5685807098630533980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5685807098630533980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5685807098630533980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5685807098630533980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-1.html' title='Random #1'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-5502285410979350523</id><published>2008-02-03T19:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:30:41.131+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Served!!</title><content type='html'>Serves you right bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by some guy... it's pretty damn smart.&lt;br /&gt;Girls -- Please have a sense of humor!&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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on to 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 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.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-5502285410979350523?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/5502285410979350523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=5502285410979350523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5502285410979350523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/5502285410979350523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-got-served.html' title='You Got Served!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-742724895570413505</id><published>2008-01-24T11:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:56:12.019+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/170/687/bumper_awesomeness.13wuykj9yf.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-742724895570413505?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/742724895570413505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=742724895570413505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/742724895570413505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/742724895570413505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-true.html' title='So True!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4978535588581803517</id><published>2007-11-23T14:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:56:17.350+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>not having internet at home is so annoying. otherwise i would be like blogging everday. but i thought that i would blog now since i have access to the internet, but i cant think of anything to blog about, so this is about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4978535588581803517?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4978535588581803517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4978535588581803517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4978535588581803517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4978535588581803517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/11/wanted.html' title='Long time no see'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-4837952765018421670</id><published>2007-11-23T14:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:53:25.966+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Rating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/blog_rating"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/940/941/rated_r.yx9j0ywnx9.jpg" alt="dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/online_dating/memphis/tennessee"&gt;Memphis Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for saying fucking twice, hell twice and slut once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore the link, i dont know how to adjust the code to get rid of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-4837952765018421670?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/4837952765018421670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=4837952765018421670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4837952765018421670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/4837952765018421670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-rating.html' title='Blog Rating'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-8629237518939432467</id><published>2007-06-16T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:27:03.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't It Great!</title><content type='html'>Money, isn't it a great and amazing thing. I think that is completely amazing that these little bits of paper and metal are worth so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have completely forgotten the rest of what i was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment i am watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Thats All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-8629237518939432467?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/8629237518939432467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=8629237518939432467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8629237518939432467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/8629237518939432467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/06/aint-it-great.html' title='Ain&apos;t It Great!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-1580719484988371757</id><published>2007-05-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T01:13:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY NIGHT!!! WOOT!!</title><content type='html'>Well not really, a group of us are at a friends house and we are all on computers while Men In Black is on tv. I am on Bryans desktop while Alyshia, Hef and Chez are each on their respective laptops. SOMETHING COOL!! That random comment was suggested by Alyshia, she said those first two sentences were boring so she said to write 'something cool' but wouldn't suggest something but instead just kept saying 'I don't know, something cool'. So that is all she is getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alye thinks she is the greatest person in the world coz she is going to see Lily Allen at Metropolis Fremantle, it aint that great. Now don't get me wrong, Lily Allen is great, i love her lyrics but most people have been to see people perform, she is nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we just thought about going to a club coz we all wanted to dance, Alye got all excited, and then we thought nah, lets just dance here. But we didn't do that, we just went onto YouTube and checked out the quick change artists, they are absolutely AMAZING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST A NOTE: I am typing this whole blog entry using the on-screen keyboard coz the key board on bryans computer is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmssion-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-1580719484988371757?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/1580719484988371757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=1580719484988371757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1580719484988371757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/1580719484988371757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/05/saturday-night-woot.html' title='SATURDAY NIGHT!!! WOOT!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116931163429961207</id><published>2007-01-21T01:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:47:14.300+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>What the hell is with this new blogger shit, like now you have to have and log in using a google account, but your blog remains the same, and remains a blogspot. So why fucking change it? why not just leave it as it is. it works doesnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it is just an inconvience, it doesnt need to be done, so dont do it. It is just completely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116931163429961207?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116931163429961207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116931163429961207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116931163429961207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116931163429961207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116931143023197133</id><published>2007-01-21T01:41:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T01:43:50.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Comet</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach the other night to see the comet, i think it is called the McNaugton comet, or maybe it is just Naugton, well whateva. It was pretty spectacular, i wish i had been able to take pictures of it, not that i really need to since there will be plenty of pictures available on the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116931143023197133?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116931143023197133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116931143023197133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116931143023197133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116931143023197133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/01/comet.html' title='Comet'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116772624867839298</id><published>2007-01-02T17:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:24:08.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna be a good new year!</title><content type='html'>Well i went into town to see in the new year, and the last song i heard in 2006 was Let's Get Loud by J-Lo, how crap is that? But i think my first meal of 2007 completely made up for it, a slice of pizza and a 600ml Lift. Good food and drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116772624867839298?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116772624867839298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116772624867839298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116772624867839298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116772624867839298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-gonna-be-good-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s gonna be a good new year!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116505340498117468</id><published>2006-12-02T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:56:44.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.meez.com/madmikeone" title="Check out this user&amp;#39;s profile at Meez.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.meez.com/user03/08/03/0803_10001621762.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116505340498117468?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116505340498117468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116505340498117468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116505340498117468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116505340498117468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/12/check-out-this-user39s-profile-at.html' title=''/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116491170836804691</id><published>2006-12-01T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T02:35:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! What a night.</title><content type='html'>OMG, what a night I had the other night. Hours of driving around with 2 friends (Hef and Alye) in the back drinking. We used like a tank of fuel, and travelled at least 150km over the course of the day of just driving around town. The things we did, the things we saw. Oh! What a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began the night with some McDonald's at around 6pm. Then we went to the movies to see the mockumentary Borat. Now that was an unexpected kind of movie, though i dont know what i was expecting, i know i wasnt expecting nudity, especially of the big fat man. That was gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie had finished, it was then on to DB's, were we each enjoyed a drink, Alye a Midori and lemonade, me and Hef had a pint of Guiness each. We then got bored, so we went to my place, got some drinks, then Alye drove her car back home and i followed. She dropped her car and keys off home, then got in the back of my car with Hef. Then off to Dewsons we went to get some Pepsi and Sprite to mix with their drinks. I was not drinking as i was the responsible designated driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, we kept forgetting our plan to go to my place and watch movies. We must have found it much more interesting just to be driving around (even though my foot hurt when i got home at the end of the evening. My whole leg and foot felt all stiff, right up the my knee, and my knee felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after driving around for a bit, it was then 10pm, and time to pick my sister up from work and drop her off home, but not before going through drive-through at McDonalds so my sister could get some dinner. But because it was late a night, they were really slow, which pissed me off, we were there for more than 15 minutes; and when we finally get to the window to get our food, we didn't get a 'Sorry for the wait' or free stuff as an apology. And the woman at the window completely ignored Hef when she complained that we had waited so long. Now that is bad customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after we dropped my sister off home; me, Alye and Hef went and did some more driving around, we went to the top end of town, up where all the newer houses are being built (and DAMN! there are alot of freaking rabbits up there, plus, all night there were cats running across the roads, like what the hell is with them, stupid cats). While driving up near the primary school up there we noticed a suspicious jeep wrangler in school carpark. We drove up the street a bit and then turned around and decided we would go into the car park and drive past the car so see what was going on, we thought people might be fucking in it. But it started moving before we got back to it. It then it pulled over to the curb a few hundred metres down the road, so we drove past it past it and pulled over a further down the road. We turned around and began driving back toward the jeep, but it was coming in the other direction, so as soon as it had passed we turned around again and continued following it, though we were a few hundred metres behind it, perhaps even half a kilometre, we could still see it, but that would be because it was a straight road. We followed it through down, we even thought we had lost it when we got stuck at the traffic lights, but it has pulled into it's house. And by the time we got there we saw this chick going into her house, if it was just her in the car we don't know. But it was still suspicious being in the drop-off zone of the car park at that time of night, just sitting there with the headlights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving around the other end of town. The was some roadworks (well they say roadworks, not really though. They were making a sidewalk.) Hef noticed the cones, and somehow convinced me to pull up, turn the car off and pop the boot so she could steal one. Well that was a felony right there. We couldnt decide on what to do with it, i liked my idea of putting it on the bonnet of someones car, like one of the cars in one of the car parks, but the girls wanted to put it like somewhere random, like the middle of the street or something. At the end of the night we put it in this trailer outside some random persons house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving on the outskirts of town, we saw these two lights that were obviously on something, but that something was on the road, and was moving slowly and so we are all like WTF? When we came to the interstection we were opposite it, and it turned out to be a fork lift, we turned left, and it turned to follow us, it was so freaky, it is one of the last things you expect to see late at night like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then spent a few minutes talking about ideas for scary/horror films as well as some tv references like an episode of Family Guy when they are making fun of Stephen King by having a representation of him talking to a publisher about an idea for his 350 something book, and it is about a lamp monster. It was to show he isn't as good as he used to be. Probably because he is perhaps running out of ideas. All while we were talking about this, we got a little bit lost in the industrial estate on the outskirts of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While back up towards the top end of town, we were about to drive into this bottleshop carpark, but then Alye told me to 'Go!' but i was confused because i didnt know if she meant go faster or leave. She meant the latter, she seems to think a drug deal was going on between two guys standing there next to a car, i thought it would be more like a worker handing over the days taking to a boss, because as this was a bottleshop and bar, it was likely it would have closed maybe half and hour to an hour before, and this would have given him to time balance the till's and then now give the money to the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of the highlights of the night happened when we were driving down Hay street, we saw a taxi pull up in front of one of the brothels, and a guy get out. When the taxi drove away he went up to one of the doors. We got interested so we turned around, parked across the road and turned the car off (very Veronica Mars like). He then went in, we reckon he was like a back packer or something, he kinda looked like one. But that was interesting, as i had never seen anything like that before. We then started the car and then drove off, not before going around the round-a-bout and driving back past the brothel to see if we could see anyone in there, but nothing interesting, just a slut at one of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well that is all i can remember for now, so i will leave it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116491170836804691?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116491170836804691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116491170836804691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116491170836804691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116491170836804691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-what-night.html' title='Oh! What a night.'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116435901565604205</id><published>2006-11-24T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:03:35.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD DAMN!</title><content type='html'>God damn it is freaking hot! The air-con isnt even working that well coz it is so hot, like the heat is just everywhere, there isnt even like a nice cold breeze, everything is so damn HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MELTING! I'm MELTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116435901565604205?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116435901565604205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116435901565604205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116435901565604205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116435901565604205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-damn.html' title='GOD DAMN!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116196183450630297</id><published>2006-10-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:10:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Machiavellian Whore</title><content type='html'>Being the excellent fictional writer i am, i have decided to write a story, which hopefully i will be able to lengthen out into a novel. it is entitled Machiavellian Whore. I think this will be a great story, hopefully better than the crime story i wrote a fews years back, that i can't find which is annoying, and that was damn good, so this will have a hard time beating it, but i will put more time and effort into this one, so it should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116196183450630297?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116196183450630297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116196183450630297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116196183450630297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116196183450630297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/10/machiavellian-whore.html' title='Machiavellian Whore'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116118366928999937</id><published>2006-10-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:05:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave McDonald's Alone!!</title><content type='html'>What is really annoying me at the moment is all this advertising where McDonald's is defending itself, saying that their beef patties are 100% beef and that their chicken is 100% chicken. McDonald's should not have to defend itself becuase legally, their patties dont have to be 100% anything. By law something only has to be a certain percentage of what it says it is. Have you looked at a beef pie lately? Those things are 25% beef at most, the rest is all the yucky mysterious stuff. If a business put any more beef in them they would lose money. &lt;br /&gt;I think that all this McDonald's crap was started by a bunch of losers who didnt like McDonald's food, and what i say to those people is "If you don't like McDonald's food, don't eat there, no-one is making you." It is just stupid, millions of people love McDonalds, myself included and dont care what is in the food because it tastes good. I dont care if the Chicken Burger is only like 25% chicken or whateva, and the rest is stuff i would never eat if i was told what it was. I DON'T CARE. A company should not have to defend it's food when it is doing nothing wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116118366928999937?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116118366928999937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116118366928999937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116118366928999937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116118366928999937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/10/leave-mcdonalds-alone.html' title='Leave McDonald&apos;s Alone!!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116105949316803793</id><published>2006-10-17T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:31:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo :-(</title><content type='html'>Why dont you people ever leave comments? I go to all the trouble of writing and entry and you cant even spend a few seconds adding a decent comment? :-(  :-(  :-(  :-(  :-(  Boo Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if you left comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116105949316803793?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116105949316803793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116105949316803793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116105949316803793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116105949316803793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo Hoo :-('/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-116031519449859876</id><published>2006-10-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:46:34.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>I dont have much more school for the year. only 9 days! YES!!!! and one of them isnt even a proper school day because it is the very last day and will be like a muck-up day i think and plus there is like a farewell assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry sucks, but i can't think of anything else to write. cya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-116031519449859876?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/116031519449859876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=116031519449859876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116031519449859876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/116031519449859876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/10/9-days.html' title='9 DAYS!'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115708369287663114</id><published>2006-09-01T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:08:12.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Role Models and the Media</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is what i was writing as part of a letter to the editor for and english assignment that i have. It is about role models and the media, which can be seen when you read the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says that women like Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton are bad role models because they are always all over the tabloids, involved in some kind of scandal (sextape, public drunkedness,etc.). But i think that the reason that young women and teenagers think of them as role models is because they are famous and always in the news, not to mention they are also rich. I think it is the media's fault, they show images of Lindsay being drunk and Paris being ultra-skinny; if the media has to focus on celebrities, they should show the ones who are positive role models. They should show Angelina Jolie (a Unicef Ambassador) helping children who live in third world countries like Cambodia, or Hilary Duff releasing a new line of clothing. This could give young girls inspiration to succeed(start a business like Hilary) or help others(like Angelina). Young girls in our society should know they they can do and achieve anything. They should be inspired to achieve, to become powerful business women, humanitarians, politicians, the list goes on, rather than "Stupid Spoilt Whores" (South Park reference). People who sponge off their rich parents and are only known for being rich, famous and because of their infamous indiscretions(Paris's sex tape). It is always about the same celebrities (the "it" girls), i believe that it should be spread out, there are many more people out there to focus on, move along, the media should focus on a broader range of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115708369287663114?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115708369287663114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115708369287663114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115708369287663114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115708369287663114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/09/role-models-and-media.html' title='Role Models and the Media'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115700489617904562</id><published>2006-08-31T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T14:14:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the F*** is Alice?</title><content type='html'>HEY! everyone, this entry is going out to my peep ALICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Right- Alice (hehehehehehehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is cool, like she wanted to use stuff i had written in my entry 'Academic Imprisonment' (most probably the most meaningful piece i have on my blog) coz it was cool and she wanted to put some of it in her MSN name, and what was cool was that she didnt just steal it, she asked me first, nicely. it was really cool of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEALING IS A CRIME :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Alice, where are the top gear episodes(hehehe) you promised me for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all folks!! (&lt;&lt; hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Private Note: hey alice, "Ewe, the cow farted" hehehehehehe, how funny are we? damn funny, thats right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115700489617904562?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115700489617904562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115700489617904562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115700489617904562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115700489617904562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-f-is-alice.html' title='Who the F*** is Alice?'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115666834201704731</id><published>2006-08-27T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:45:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod</title><content type='html'>Yay! I got my 30gig Apple iPod Video in black on friday! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on saturday i went to the pubs in town! it was cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for now, i know this entry sucks, but i really cant be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115666834201704731?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115666834201704731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115666834201704731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115666834201704731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115666834201704731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/08/ipod.html' title='iPod'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115608001509708062</id><published>2006-08-20T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:20:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple iPod</title><content type='html'>I am getting an Apple iPod Video 30GB in Black for my birthday! Yay! how cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115608001509708062?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115608001509708062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115608001509708062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115608001509708062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115608001509708062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-ipod.html' title='Apple iPod'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115560675655885437</id><published>2006-08-15T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:52:36.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Picture Posting</title><content type='html'>Yay! Posting that pic worked!! I tried to post a picture like a month ago, and it wouldnt work, and that really annoyed me! but this time it did work! yay! and it looks good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115560675655885437?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115560675655885437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115560675655885437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115560675655885437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115560675655885437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/08/successful-picture-posting.html' title='Successful Picture Posting'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115560645714983764</id><published>2006-08-15T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T09:50:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Rover Range Stormer Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4206/2893/1600/rangestormer_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4206/2893/320/rangestormer_2.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this just an aweseome car? i think so, notice how the the top of the door goes up like a lamborghini, and how the bottom goes down to make a step. and how the seat is made from one giant piece of leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am writing this in directed study, i should be studying, arent I naughty? :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSS: This car was toned down and became the Range Rover Sport, I personally would want the Stormer to the Sport, but that is just me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115560645714983764?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115560645714983764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115560645714983764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115560645714983764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115560645714983764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/08/land-rover-range-stormer-concept.html' title='Land Rover Range Stormer Concept'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115426918473093194</id><published>2006-07-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:38:27.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders of MSN Voice Chat</title><content type='html'>I have recently discovered the wonders of MSN Voice Chat with my friend Alyshia, and i dont mean when you click the Voice Clip button, i mean having a full on voice chat. If only my microphone headset would work, but it seems to be picking up some weird feedback or something, there is this real low noise on it that it quite annoying, so i have to use my $3.00 el cheapo microphone that i have to hold when i talk, except for at the momment when it is leaning against the front of my laptop and i lean forward everytime i say something to alyshia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, she was the one who suggested i write something about MSN Voice Chat, coz i was bored, though i didnt tell her i was bored, i just agreed to do it coz i was bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an additional note, my dad's new car gets here in about a month, and i cant wait to drive it, it is such a nice car, a Honda Civic, though it is a shame that the Honda Civic Hatches arent available in Australia. I can't wait to drive my dad's car around Perth, so i can see all my friends, and check out a house i like along what i think is scarborough beach road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what else to write, so i will end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End of Transmission -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-115426918473093194?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115426918473093194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115426918473093194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115426918473093194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115426918473093194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/07/wonders-of-msn-voice-chat.html' title='The Wonders of MSN Voice Chat'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-115033858645592197</id><published>2006-06-15T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T10:29:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my P's</title><content type='html'>Guess what I got yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right, I got my P's&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/27458703-115033858645592197?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/115033858645592197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=115033858645592197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115033858645592197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/115033858645592197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-my-ps.html' title='I got my P&apos;s'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114852410658297294</id><published>2006-05-25T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:28:26.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post Ideas</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have any ideas for my next deep and meaningful post? I was thinking about Commercialism and Commercialisation. If you have any ideas. Please leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114852410658297294?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114852410658297294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114852410658297294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114852410658297294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114852410658297294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-post-ideas.html' title='New Post Ideas'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114848647502683346</id><published>2006-05-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:35:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Imprisonment</title><content type='html'>Here is something a bit more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current school system doesnt let its students be individuals. We have to wear school uniforms, meaning we are seen as one. Schools have all sorts of guidelines which have no room for us to be independant, creative and individualist. Even in Art, there is always something we have to draw, paint or sculp, we have to draw figure, or building or environment. I think we should be given a theme, and be allowed to create any image we think of, using any media or medium we see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As students, we are in classes, meaning we are exposed to the same people, day in day out. This hinders our open-mindedness, as we are only exposed to the views, opinions and values of those around us. Even our friends are likely to have similar opinions about a whole range of issues and events that we do. Teachers are not allowed to have extreme opinions (well at least not allowed to share them with students, even when asked) or even normal opinions for that matter, they have to remain neutral. Even when a student asks for their opinion, the teacher is not allowed to give it in case it offends someone, and if they offend someone, they can be sued. Students however, can say whatever the hell they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this keeps us closed and small-minded, we should learn about the opinions of others, to make our own educated opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114848647502683346?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114848647502683346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114848647502683346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114848647502683346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114848647502683346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/academic-imprisonment.html' title='Academic Imprisonment'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114804398443124195</id><published>2006-05-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:06:24.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Teacher</title><content type='html'>I stood up to my art teacher today, because i was writing an essay while there were people at the other end of the table i was on who were all talking, and i leant back to think and she goes off at me(saying that i shouldnt be mucking around in class because i have the essay to write) as if i had been mucking around all class, but i wasnt so i looked her straigt in the eyes(from the other side of the classroom, coz i am not going to get up just to tell her off even though my height over her would have been better) and i said "i dont appreciate you telling me off just for leaning back to think, you want me to write, and i am writing, look at all this stuff i have written(i showed her the page of written text)". and after i said that, half the class gave me an applause, coz usually she argues with you, and she was just quiet, i think the applause was a nice touch. she didnt even apologise the stupid cow. And at the start of class, she is like 'does anyone know where michael is?' and i am like 'i am here', and the class is like 'he is right there' and then she finally looks up, and says 'oh'. At least she got my name right though, coz sometimes she calls me david and gets angry when i dont reply. why would i reply to someone elses name? she is so stupid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114804398443124195?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114804398443124195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114804398443124195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114804398443124195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114804398443124195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-teacher.html' title='Art Teacher'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114804284699910470</id><published>2006-05-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:47:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Mike Out</title><content type='html'>No, it does not mean that this is my last entry. Today i found out that one of my friends likes the Mad Mike Out -End of Transmission- that i put at the end of some of my entries. No one has commmented on it so far, so i didnt even think about it, it is nice to know someone likes it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hello ALICE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have found a new nice convertible that i saw at the motor show, the new Volvo C70, even though it is a volvo, which are generally thought of as boring cars, i believe that they are changing, they are becoming more luxurious and trendy, and it is only $69,950, how cool is that. i thought it would be like over 100 grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this entry a little longer because i am bored and have nothing to do, i thought i would make an impromptu poem, using the letter from alice's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice lives inside a house&lt;br /&gt;Lice live in peoples hair&lt;br /&gt;I see you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cows go moooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ewww, the cow farted!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114804284699910470?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114804284699910470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114804284699910470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114804284699910470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114804284699910470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/mad-mike-out.html' title='Mad Mike Out'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114760964295822106</id><published>2006-05-14T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:27:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YELLOWCARD</title><content type='html'>I would just like to say how much i love YELLOWCARD, i just downloaded their new song, Rough Landing Holly, and i love it, not as good as Lights &amp; Sounds, but still damn good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOWCARD ROCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114760964295822106?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114760964295822106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114760964295822106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114760964295822106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114760964295822106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/yellowcard.html' title='YELLOWCARD'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114731530450616158</id><published>2006-05-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:41:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentor</title><content type='html'>I am currently in mentor. and i am bored, i am looking at New Zealand on Google Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend heather, who is at uni in perth is an artist and is doing a picture for me. It will involve me(i think), a bentley, in a city, possibly at night. I reckon it will be awesome, because she is so creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get it, i will post it on here if i can which i think i can, since there is an add image button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all i have to say for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of Transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114731530450616158?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114731530450616158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114731530450616158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114731530450616158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114731530450616158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/mentor.html' title='Mentor'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114708241489474665</id><published>2006-05-08T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:00:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, 8th May</title><content type='html'>I quit work the other day, i was sick of my back getting really REALLY sore from constantly have to lift things, i dont think checkouts are for tall people, coz we have to bend more when picking stuff up and putting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel a lot less stressed. and for the first time in ages i was able to get a decent nights sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114708241489474665?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114708241489474665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114708241489474665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114708241489474665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114708241489474665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/monday-8th-may.html' title='Monday, 8th May'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27458703.post-114665115598673199</id><published>2006-05-03T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:12:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Post</title><content type='html'>I went shopping today and bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coupling series one and two (it is like a british version of friends) I LOVE BRITISH TELEVISON&lt;br /&gt;-Footballer's Wives series two (THE BEST BLOODY SHOW IN THE WORLD)&lt;br /&gt;-The Simpsons season six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you people that Footballer's Wives is a fantastic show and i recommend it to all, though lots of people probably wont like it, Series 3 and 4 are the best, and the spin off series Extra Time really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya Turner is the best character, she is like the bitch character, though alot of the characters think she is alot nicer than she actually is!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114665115598673199?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114665115598673199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114665115598673199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114665115598673199'/><link 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the Perth Motor show and IT ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!! I got to sit in hundreds of thousands if not millions of dollars worth of cars, from audi's to peugoets. I loved the convertibles, i sat in like most of them. And the Audi Q7 was beautiful, though it wasnt a convertible, but it was my second favourite type of car, 4x4's. I would like to let people know that even though i love the Lexus SC430, i think i will boycott them, because they didnt let anyone other than lexus staff sit in their vehicles, they didnt even have informational displays on or near the cars like the other car companies did, and i dont think they even had brochures, there was nothing, it was just a bunch of locked silver cars, LEXUS SUCK!!!! even Bentley let people sit in the $700,000 Azure convertible and the $375,000 Continental Flying Spur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that honda and mazda had the best free stuff, honda had fabric bags and mazda had mints, also, holden has a brilliant poster of the Efigy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favourite cars from the show&lt;br /&gt;-Bentley Azure Convertible&lt;br /&gt;-Nissan 350Z Roadster&lt;br /&gt;-Mazda RX8&lt;br /&gt;-Mazda MX5&lt;br /&gt;-Audi Q7&lt;br /&gt;-BMW X5&lt;br /&gt;-Lexus SC430 (even though lexus was really stingy with not letting people sit in the cars)&lt;br /&gt;-Volvo C70 Convertible (didnt sit in it, but it looks hot, it reeks luxury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Mike Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of first transmission-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27458703-114664286361202862?l=madmikeone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/feeds/114664286361202862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27458703&amp;postID=114664286361202862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114664286361202862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27458703/posts/default/114664286361202862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmikeone.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-post.html' title='FIRST POST'/><author><name>madmikeone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14852171720946445033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vpCzV1OW7g4/S45ly-HFDjI/AAAAAAAAACM/GA-lbL_y_6A/S220/Untitled.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
