<?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-15030972</id><updated>2011-07-15T08:36:37.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitching n Cussing</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for The Cusser and The Suffragette to cuss and bitch all they want.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112848227951350696</id><published>2005-10-05T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T11:17:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Territorial</title><content type='html'>Guys are dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the territorial sense of the word, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on Mr. Asshole eons ago.  Got fed up with his inconsistent hot and cold blowing.  Maybe he was being consistently inconsistent.  I'll give him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, he has been blowing pretty hot again.  All because he saw evidence that I was having a gala of a time without him.  And surrounded by other &lt;strike&gt;dogs&lt;/strike&gt;men.  Cute ones at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letters, the phone calls started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eons ago, I'd probably have melted and floated up to Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm just jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering, when will he start being cold and acting like a jerk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112848227951350696?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112848227951350696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112848227951350696&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112848227951350696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112848227951350696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/10/territorial.html' title='Territorial'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112753470768046437</id><published>2005-09-24T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:05:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples and Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="post-title"&gt;      Apples and Wine        &lt;/h3&gt;                            &lt;div align="center"&gt;Women are like apples on trees.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The best ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Most men don't want to reach for the good ones&lt;br /&gt;because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground&lt;br /&gt;that aren't as good, but easy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The apples at the top think something is wrong with them,&lt;br /&gt;when in reality, they're amazing.&lt;br /&gt;They just have to wait for the right man to come along.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who's brave enough to climb all the way&lt;br /&gt;to the top of the tree.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Men... Men are like a fine wine.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;They begin as grapes and it's up to women&lt;br /&gt;to stomp the shit out of them &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112753470768046437?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112753470768046437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112753470768046437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112753470768046437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112753470768046437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/09/apples-and-wine.html' title='Apples and Wine'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112623758800960822</id><published>2005-09-09T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:08:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping the Malays... but......</title><content type='html'>Recently, after a friend lent me a book on speed reading, I have been able to enjoy reading much more. Not that my reading speed has improved drastically, but it has improved. Perhaps it's because I don't find reading 'slow', there is enough information to fill my mind while I 'read' that makes it interesting. I hope it can be faster tho....&lt;br /&gt;With that I want to introduce to you now, 2 blogs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://jeffooi.com/ - about local politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://limkitsiang.blogspot.com/- about himself, politics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LKS's blog has just started a few days ago and I believe is generating much readership online. Partly because DAP's Ronnie's article partly because LKS has always been a political figure with 'something to say'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm happy to see that the cyberspace has finally brought true freedom of speech to Malaysia, its a pity that only the internet has a minimal penetration rate in our country... (something's definitely wrong there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, after the waving of keris, the talk about a new-new-economic-plan.... etc etc. I don't know what to feel about being Malaysian. I'm born here in KL, a Malaysian on my identification card, but do I feel treated as one? No. I'm most shocked to read in LKS's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Hishammuddin going to apologise for brandishing the Malay keris at the recent UMNO Youth General Assembly? As Education Minister, he must not set the bad example of insensitivity or amnesia of the UMNO Youth rally in Kuala Lumpur on 17th October 1987, with banners blaring incendiary slogans like : “MAY 13 HAS BEGUN” and “SOAK IT (KRIS) WITH CHINESE BLOOD”&lt;br /&gt;http://limkitsiang.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am quite sick of hearing the Malay agenda. How about the Malaysian Agenda? How about the towering Malaysians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, the bumis enjoys special previlleges via the NEP, DEP or XXX-EP whatever you have it. Yet after all these years, the plan didn't seem to work. Wealth isn't distributed. These are facts known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only logical then when a plan don't work, you study why it didn't work and change it -- not work it harder, or in this case, give more previlleges, more help to the needy. Which I fear may just happen- again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can give all the 'help' to the bumis but if they don't change intrinsicaly, then all else failed. Their mentality to blame, justify and give excuse are really their down fall. Help can be given and should be given but it seems the lessons are not caught, and from the statistic, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the local press and everyone else has made the observation that all the 'helping' has made only a few millionaires, and a whole generation waiting and living on 'help'. Is this the kind of Malaysia that we want? No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading some blog comments in jeffooi and LKS's blog, it is obvious that some malay still think that if they can take back the 'land', then they'll be 'safe'. Safe from what? Safe from the non-bumis/malays taking the wealth away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is converging at an alarming rate!! The economy of the world is affecting us more each day. A raise in oil prices and our nation is shaking. Are we ready for the next depression as a nation, because it's bound to come? If we don't learn how to increase our competiveness as a nation, then we're all going to suffer together. Take MAS as an example. If MAS don't learn how to stay competitive as a global player, whoever heads it really don't matter. What's a 100% of zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there are no shortcuts in building strength. If we want a towering nation, you have to put in the effort. Just look at other races history for a guide the jews, the russians , the chinese around the world, the japanese, the indians...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think the bumis need any more help, I think it's time they learn how to fish. If they want to learn how to fish, then perhaps the non-bumis can coach them (as oppose to teach them). After all, the non-bumis have a lot more practice fishing without help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112623758800960822?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112623758800960822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112623758800960822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112623758800960822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112623758800960822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/09/helping-malays-but.html' title='Helping the Malays... but......'/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112477201862807982</id><published>2005-08-23T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T12:40:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TM's slogan now:- 'You're heard' -- Tomorrow I give you answer.</title><content type='html'>What does TM stands for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM means tomorrow. In TM, nothing gets done today. It's tomorrow. Besok, you call balik?Bayar dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to apply for 2 lines last week. I was quite happy with the changes I've found in TM. The service was not really fast but acceptable. Everything was done within 30mins. All I had to do was to call back in 1 week to check when's the available time to get my phone lines sorted by a technician on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called back yesterday, and found out that the promotional plan they told me about last week was not valid. I had to pay DOUBLE of what was told me me. They said to call the shop back and get it sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to TM-point and waited for 1 hour while the manager was serving only ONE-1 customer. It was obvious, the customer que was not moving at all. Most irritating was the one customer, a malay aunty. She had a number, 4129. The serving number at that time was 4120! She cut que! She's probably some rich aunty alright! Somemore she bloody bitch about everythign and ask the manager to help... I heard they were talkign about their friends in Tomorrow. Oh yeah, they were blind that the whole shop was filled with pissed customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she noticed me. Take a seat she said....&lt;br /&gt;My answer:' eh blind ah? Where got seat? you all so slow! (being polite I only look at her and said, it's all taken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it was my turn. Turns out the promotion was still in place. But the line that I registered for is not available. Only got 1 line. So fine, process the 1 line and get it over with. Unfortunately having 1 line while registered for 2 is not okay for the Tomorrow's high-tech infrastructure. So it jammed up her whole system and she had to start me all over again. So what happens? you've guessed it. call back Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anything confirmed tomorrow? Mesti Check la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Malaysia Boleh. TM will check again Tomorrow and see if we meet the mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM may have rebranded, but the core is fundamentally unchanged- the feeling I get is that they are a lazy bunch and very slow at responding to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM's slogan now:- 'You're heard' -- Tomorrow I give you answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112477201862807982?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112477201862807982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112477201862807982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112477201862807982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112477201862807982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/tms-slogan-now-youre-heard-tomorrow-i.html' title='TM&apos;s slogan now:- &apos;You&apos;re heard&apos; -- Tomorrow I give you answer.'/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112468717431823079</id><published>2005-08-22T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:06:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy monday</title><content type='html'>It happens to me sometimes. I lay on my bed, just can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the ceiling fan, my mind races with its spin to the endless oblivious boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;My mind ran miles, while I'm travelling without moving.&lt;br /&gt;Still stuck at this dimension of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the door that exits to dreamland? I just can't find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally sleep overcame me at about 4am or was it 5am? It can't be. I saw dawn rising on me. I can hear my neighbour's cars starting. Ohhhh sleep! I need the energy later to work. So much work, so much work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, it's already 12pm. Thankfully I am self-employed. Unfortunately, much has been lost, time is money indeed. But I can't buy back time with money and certainly not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm half awake, half mad and grumpy. I'm going to work like mad today, tire myself out then I'll sleep like a log later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112468717431823079?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112468717431823079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112468717431823079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112468717431823079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112468717431823079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/grumpy-monday.html' title='Grumpy monday'/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112416651495503590</id><published>2005-08-16T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T12:30:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Being Behind The Lens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;** Warning.  This is a super vain post**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I don't hate hate hate this lar.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Just dislike NOT being in the picture, that's all.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;What's the point of being photogenic when you are not the one being shot or snapped at?  Huh??&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;I mean, God must have given me all these natural great looks for something, right? To bless others with my dazzling smile and sweet shy eyes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Oh gawd, I nearly puked over the last sentence.  Heh.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I do get a rush snapping, uploading and sharing photos and videos with my pals and all. But it's sad when I realise that at the end of the day, I forgot to take a pic with the VIP of the event itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What the heck lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My next beau would have to have a decent digital camera or at least learn to use mine. And be worshipful of my goddesic beauty and snap my beautesque face in all possible angles and light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can tell I'm day dreaming, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112416651495503590?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112416651495503590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112416651495503590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112416651495503590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112416651495503590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/hate-being-behind-lens.html' title='Hate Being Behind The Lens'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112411238451630530</id><published>2005-08-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:27:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irony of Life</title><content type='html'>I hate it when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you like, don't seem to like you back the same way. And there are others who are pursuing you but you don't feel inclined to give them the time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the fairness in that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112411238451630530?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112411238451630530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112411238451630530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112411238451630530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112411238451630530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/irony-of-life.html' title='The Irony of Life'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112364873176770402</id><published>2005-08-10T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:59:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cost of Haze</title><content type='html'>You know, I've always complained about the air quality in KL. It's bad. It's really bad. Just go out of KL and you can tell how bad the air is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I can take anything worst until of course today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is going on?? Gotham invade KL?? I can't even see where my own pee lands when i go to the loo! (oh shoot, I ought to becareful I don't hit my own leg... bad visibility.. bad aiming.. bad bad bad). Equally worst, there would be no more ass-spotting from a mile away until October!!! reports from thestar.com.my says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello?! October is almost 2 fucking months away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And until then, according to the people who knows what to do, nothing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck does that mean? nothing can be done? We boast the tallest building, the most riddiculours AP distribution, the NEP that didn't work but still planning to go on, the less than 1% broadband penetration rate (despite the VERY early construction of MSC etc etc), the high toll to road ration (compare us to germany or england or australia or heck singapore), the high quality national car (which is cheaper in price and better in quality overseas than in Malaysia? Why are the consumers subsidizing for this?)  and there's nothing we can do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's this for a quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your my neighbour does open burning and all the smoke comes into your house, you....&lt;br /&gt;a) go and tell him to fuck off and do his open burning elsewhere or&lt;br /&gt;b) you stand there and watch while the children and the elderly in your house falls ill and you happily accept all the lame excuse your neighbout gives you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is obvious. Maybe they need a taller building than KLCC to see clearer than their own egos. The people will be more happy if the government listen to them. NEP or not, we want to have peace - not an absence of violence - but a presences of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our neighbour is really trying to do something about it and says they need help, help. The cost from the lost of production, medicine, and the long term lost of responsibiliy and trustworthiness (which is priceless) from the government would be much higher I suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the neighbour doesn't know anything about the open burning outside his house.. because some illegal shit is going on or s/he's being plain stupid or s/he's being bribed to sit on their fat ass and unable or don't want to do anything about it. Then shouldn't we send in our troops to take care of our national interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like havingweapons of mass destruction released upon us. Biological weapon. Death by Haze. Slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every cigaretts shorted our lives by 3min, and each cigarett last about 5mins of smoking. Our lives are truly in danger!!! Somemore the haze is said to last until October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the situation, how's this for motivation?  Can we sue the neighbour or anyone else and claim for damages caused in  health for this 3months of haze, the lost of years in my life, and all the other damages caused to my work...etc etc. Multiply that by the total population of Peninsula Malaysia. It's quite a hefty some. How much do you think that'll be? Is that a figure that will prompt a nation to do what's necessary to stop the haze asap? I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112364873176770402?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112364873176770402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112364873176770402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112364873176770402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112364873176770402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/cost-of-haze.html' title='Cost of Haze'/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112348961250508825</id><published>2005-08-08T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:28:33.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Bummed Out</title><content type='html'>This is your lucky day, Cuss.  Here's the pic you soooo wanted.  My bum and yours.  In some form of glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/arsessmall.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get those buns of steel, try Jane Fonda's videos.  They rawk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112348961250508825?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112348961250508825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112348961250508825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112348961250508825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112348961250508825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-bummed-out.html' title='All Bummed Out'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112323291523620442</id><published>2005-08-05T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:30:43.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to suff the other day. Apparently the asshole in her life became better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became ------------- sexy ass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: he said both oso really nice looking (something she showed her, could be her ass I wished I know)&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: that just thawed the tip of the iceberg&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: then we had a loooong nice chat&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: and he offered a listening ear to some thing i'm going thru&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: man, girls are such suckers for that&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: me melted&lt;br /&gt;The Cusser: ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;The Cusser: works everytime&lt;br /&gt;The Cusser: oohh... and then we try to get into your shorts&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: hmmmph&lt;br /&gt;The Suffragette: guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since puberty, our hormones has been programmed into us to breed. Women's bottom has since captivate us... me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I thought someone's ass nice was this girl who lived at the girls hostel near me. She would walk pass and I would be playing basketball. I can still picture the scene! At that time I was too shy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years has pass, the next ass that I have a fond memory was this girl. I don't know who she is. All I knew was on a Saturday monring, she was wearing a nice tight white skirt. She had a good posture so her curves was so obvious. I just got up and was still blur. Halfway driving, I lost my focus. By the time I knew I was in lala land, I hit the brakes so hard the car behind me crashed into me. If you're this girl or you think you have such a to-die-for-ass, you can post here and I'll get back to you. We have alot to talk about :) (I scolded the lady for crashing into me and I think I got paid also. Yeah what, she banged into my car from the back mah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest ass fascination would probably be the one belonging to Suff. She tells me she's got buns of steel. If we're lucky, we may see it here! hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112323291523620442?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112323291523620442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112323291523620442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112323291523620442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112323291523620442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-talking-to-suff-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112313893851564249</id><published>2005-08-04T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:33:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fondle a Bum, Pay the Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="story_header"&gt;I love it when I see this happen.  Go, sisters go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/2/nation/11650462&amp;sec=nation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;Tables turned on bottom pincher  &lt;span class="story_byline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;by Bernard See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; &lt;b&gt;PENANG: &lt;/b&gt;An amorous man who fondled the buttocks of a woman was slapped, beaten up by the victim and her friend and then dragged to a nearby police station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; The two women were at a shop in Carnavon Street looking at some kitchen utensils at 1pm yesterday when one of them felt a pair of hands rubbing her buttocks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;   The woman, in her 20s, quickly turned around and grabbed the man by his shirt collar.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;   She and her friend then pushed him outside and started slapping, pinching and beating him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Cusser has this to add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;The arse. It's fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding the mysterious semi-round, somewhat odd spherical shape holds all the hopes and dreams and fantasy of many guys. We can spot a nice one from miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we sit by the benchers to just admire. This guy, took the Guiness Ad a bit too literally. Someone's gonna have them, why not me? He saw, he grabed and apparently now our trader's gonna get jailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how this man is caught. He fondled first. Then when he was found out.. (duh?! what was he thinking?! In the day time somemore)... he was literally beaten and slapped by 2 women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooi why so stupid?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling he didn't even choose those nice postcard looking ass. you know the ones:- juicy, firm, over-spilling from the tiny bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2 women who slapped him silly prolly was 2 mean big mama's with fat ass and cursing mouths! (yeah, you know you can find them in many saloon :) ) How else are they going to slap him silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic case of operating entirely with your head.. the little one only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table will turn when he gets to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he goes, his arse will be the one fondled. He will not only be the asshole who molest publicly, but his asshole may be the latest celebrity to be passed around the blocks. I heard they love sexual offenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he shits well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an additional note, the policeman at the back seems really happy to bring him to jail for the night. Look at him here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; (http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2005/8/4/courts/11671832&amp;amp;sec=courts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;He's smiling for ear to ear. Maybe he knows something we don't. Or the trial was just to stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112313893851564249?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112313893851564249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112313893851564249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112313893851564249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112313893851564249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/fondle-bum-pay-price.html' title='Fondle a Bum, Pay the Price'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112303765248770370</id><published>2005-08-03T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:59:36.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Near Kisses and Misses</title><content type='html'>Some guy very nearly kissed my car bum today.  Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with these folks who dream while they are driving and are totally oblivious to the traffic that has already been stalling in front of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he doesn't even look like a young punk who just had his driver's license. The dude is freaking old. You would think that he's old enough to know that you have to be alert at all times while driving on Malaysian roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so need a hug and a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112303765248770370?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112303765248770370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112303765248770370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112303765248770370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112303765248770370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/near-kisses-and-misses.html' title='Near Kisses and Misses'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112297879737223445</id><published>2005-08-02T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:27:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minishorts</title><content type='html'>You've gotta love those minishorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was at Mcdonalds at about 4pm when this chick walked in with those minis. Smaller than her butt!! It was a nice pair of shorts but there wasn't enough butt. There wasn't much cheeks to squeeze. Well, in case you're wondering, it's hard not to notice such thing at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just wondering how mini is minishorts.net's short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ms. Mini, I failed my editor's exam. You're going to spank me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! (Yes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me! (Harder!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop Ms. Mini... ! (don't stop! I'm loving it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so wise and good at what you do. (I don't really give a shit, I just want in to that pair of shorts) ... would you help me with my work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best in what you do in sentul and some say chinatown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112297879737223445?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112297879737223445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112297879737223445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112297879737223445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112297879737223445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/minishorts.html' title='Minishorts'/><author><name>The Cusser</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112297474140877499</id><published>2005-08-02T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:32:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are Assholes</title><content type='html'>For my maiden entry, I chose this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because men are harder to understand than women.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bit about men being simple creatures is just pure hogwash and baloney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men have mood swings. Men can get sensitive over the slightest things. At best, men are just plain weird. At worst, men are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother trying to understand them anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112297474140877499?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112297474140877499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112297474140877499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112297474140877499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112297474140877499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/men-are-assholes.html' title='Men Are Assholes'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15030972.post-112296462554562119</id><published>2005-08-02T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T18:13:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>This is the brainchild of The Cusser actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparked by his need to blog something about some hot chick in shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15030972-112296462554562119?l=bitchingncussing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/feeds/112296462554562119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15030972&amp;postID=112296462554562119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112296462554562119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15030972/posts/default/112296462554562119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitchingncussing.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>The Suffragette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989979876981738302</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b400/thesuffragette/flower3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
