<?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-5438388</id><updated>2011-07-15T08:04:39.042+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Maximum baboonage</title><subtitle type='html'>EEEK OOH OOH!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-6717679541514181188</id><published>2009-03-30T09:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:35:58.723+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baboons...merge and form.........ultra bigness!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/6717679541514181188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/6717679541514181188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#6717679541514181188' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-110005247524783054</id><published>2004-11-10T13:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:07:55.246+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the tech heads I suppose...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/110005247524783054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/110005247524783054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110005247524783054' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-109806087183054507</id><published>2004-10-18T11:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-10-18T11:24:31.830+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You look like you need a hughttp://www.cuddleparty.com/about/The rules</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109806087183054507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109806087183054507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806087183054507' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-109479992225401108</id><published>2004-09-10T17:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:37:49.593+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Afternoon MSN (Paraphrased and edited for dramatic effect)A: If you respect her boundariesA: She will respect yoursC: What if I don't want her to respect my boundaries?A: Most guys don't seem to want their boundaries respectedC: I like my boundaries violated!C: I'd love for her to violate them!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109479992225401108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109479992225401108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109479992225401108' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-109301250232314020</id><published>2004-08-21T00:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-08-21T01:07:42.740+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Night Gym Adventures continued...With nothing much to do at home on a Friday night, I decided to head off to the gym to release some energy. Actually I should have been in the city celebrating a friend's birthday but that's a long story, something along the lines of .... late night, early start, early finish, slept and woke up too late.Anyhow, there I was running on the treadmill, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109301250232314020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/109301250232314020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301250232314020' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-10915198753350585</id><published>2004-08-03T18:19:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:27:55.336+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those whacky japsWarning: The contents of this link has rude bits in it. (serious! dont open at work!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/10915198753350585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/10915198753350585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10915198753350585' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-108964388907460763</id><published>2004-07-13T01:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:21:29.073+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel like a lemming?Minhster  xxxxx  i feel like a lemming Minhster  xxxxx  u know what lemmings are? xxxxx  Minhster  no xxxxx  Minhster  what are they? Minhster  xxxxx  hehe never seen lemmings the game/ Minhster  xxxxx  ? xxxxx  Minhster  no xxxxx  Minhster  hehehe not a comp game addict xxxxx  Minhster  thank goodness hehehehe Minhster  xxxxx  well basically lemmings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108964388907460763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108964388907460763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108964388907460763' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-108646140695769502</id><published>2004-06-06T05:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-06-06T05:36:55.750+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big Two FiveI can't believe it's fast approaching my birthday yet again. It doesn't seem all that long ago that I was at the Shellbourne celebrating my 24th bday. You know how the saying goes, "time flies when you're having fun"? Well I'm not too sure about that. It certainly wasn't all "fun" during the past year. There were plenty of ups and downs, some of which were precious moments in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108646140695769502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108646140695769502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108646140695769502' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-108129806626034204</id><published>2004-04-07T11:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:07:09.436+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Download your own Spike</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108129806626034204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108129806626034204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129806626034204' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-108061870790091952</id><published>2004-03-30T14:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:36:32.606+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two interesting websites linked to each otherhttp://www.extremekidnapping.com/http://www.nakedtext.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108061870790091952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/108061870790091952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061870790091952' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-107967573883880234</id><published>2004-03-19T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:58:02.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another baboonBaboon #1 says:a lap dance is that all?Baboon #1 says:won't take a strip show?  Baboon #2  says:i thought a lap dance was further  Baboon #1 says:they still have clothes on in a lap dance i think  Baboon #2  says:not the lapdances i get!  Baboon #1 says:where do u get your lap dances  Baboon #2  says:a better place than where you get yours apparently</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107967573883880234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107967573883880234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967573883880234' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-107724179412469786</id><published>2004-02-20T12:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:51:50.153+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you're with baboons when you have conversations like this:Y: Her name's Genevieve. She's Viet.M: How do you spell that?Y: G-E-N-E-V-I-E-V-EM: That's not a Viet name.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107724179412469786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107724179412469786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724179412469786' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-107647634281807089</id><published>2004-02-11T16:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:14:10.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that Paris is the more famous Hilton sister. But I think Nikki is much cuter. She's almost Buffy-like.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107647634281807089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107647634281807089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647634281807089' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-107602472661425636</id><published>2004-02-06T10:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T10:47:08.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Hung... er... maybe notI've listened to William Hung's American Idol audition about 4 or 5 times now maybe. And here's my theory: He's a good singer!No, really. He reaches all the notes and stuff. He just SPEAK NO GOOD ENGLISH!I reckon if he was singing in chinese he'd be good.What do you guys think?Oh... and all I'm talking about is singing. He'd suck at dancing... no matter what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107602472661425636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107602472661425636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602472661425636' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-107334579697950700</id><published>2004-01-06T10:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T10:37:48.170+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I found out something very, very important to me. Capstone Project       70CSTATUS: PASSEDWhat it basically boils down to is that I've completed my university course. After 7-8 years of crap I am finally able to rid myself of it all. Just in time for the Hugeass European Vacation set for April. w00t.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107334579697950700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/107334579697950700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334579697950700' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106932755674305108</id><published>2003-11-20T22:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:26:22.090+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you could see what I seeyou're the answer to my prayersand If you could feel the tenderness I feelyou would knowit would be clearthat angels brought me hereWhich version do you guys like? Shannons or Guys?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106932755674305108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106932755674305108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106932755674305108' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106774227769904171</id><published>2003-11-02T14:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:46:19.733+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought I'll add an entry here since there hasn't been one from any baboons for a while, what's going on fellas?I was out to lunch the other day at work, driving my car as usual from Parra Westfields when I noticed the car ahead of me had personalised number plates, I can't recall offhand what it had on it right now but that's irrelevant. What I did envision was the possibility of the number </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106774227769904171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106774227769904171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106774227769904171' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106501336784019290</id><published>2003-10-01T23:32:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-10-02T02:20:36.530+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>97079661What does this number mean to me? Well the 97 means I started uni in 1997, as for the other part, I'm not so sure what it means actually. I suspect that I am prolly the 79661st student to enrol in UTS for the year. Over the years though, this number has become so much more. With it, I feel that I am part of the university, that I belong there. Without it, you can't borrow books, can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106501336784019290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106501336784019290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501336784019290' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106467646009796059</id><published>2003-09-28T01:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-10-02T00:21:39.263+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there was a picture posted here of minh and "some chick" then he threatened me with his size, so i had to take it off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106467646009796059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106467646009796059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106467646009796059' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106435963130596692</id><published>2003-09-24T09:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-09-24T09:57:11.186+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought GOlden Gaytimes could not be topped by another ice cream I saw it.Chocolate Golden Gaytimes!I can't wait for lunch. Might go get one now!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106435963130596692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106435963130596692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435963130596692' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106394875072585227</id><published>2003-09-19T15:49:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-09-19T15:49:10.683+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My eyes open slowly. Something is wrong. Suddenly i feel it. The sense of impending evil.I try to run from it but it is hopeless. There is only one thing I can do. I brace myself...and then it hits me. Pain tears through my leg! It's excruciating! There is nothing i can do except grin and bear it though I am far from grinning at the moment.After what feels like an eternity, it subsides, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106394875072585227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106394875072585227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394875072585227' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106238735166135398</id><published>2003-09-01T14:05:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-09-01T14:05:51.600+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cut and PastedThe latest fad to hit Japan involves paying a professional female masseuse to play with your gonads, without issues of legality. The artistry of 'Ancient Thai Style Testicle Massages' is establishing itself as a massage parlor standard, which promises to improve internal organ functionality and relax the brain. The masseuses are fully licensed in the practice, typically studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106238735166135398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106238735166135398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106238735166135398' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106135905176828469</id><published>2003-08-20T16:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-08-20T16:27:31.630+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's time for you to go....minty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106135905176828469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106135905176828469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106135905176828469' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106091809786945955</id><published>2003-08-15T13:58:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-08-15T14:02:45.050+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope nobody gets offended with this. I think it's rather funny. Just click anywhere in the picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106091809786945955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106091809786945955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091809786945955' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106082263077020050</id><published>2003-08-14T11:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-08-14T11:31:52.486+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you put your arms around me...I get a fever that's burning insideThis morning I experienced a fever about 7am and lasted for some 2 hrs. I HATE FEVERS. All you can is curl yourself up into a ball underneath the blankets and wait it out. It's worse when you can't stop shivering. I go to put on more clothes to stop the shivering but 2 mins later, I'm absolutely boiling hot so I strip down...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106082263077020050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106082263077020050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082263077020050' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-106022492262893952</id><published>2003-08-07T13:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:25:22.633+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next Baboon OutingFriday drinks for mango goodness.Then some kok !!EEEEEK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106022492262893952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/106022492262893952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106022492262893952' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105961940541921532</id><published>2003-07-31T13:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-31T14:14:14.490+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HE-MAN AND THE MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSEHere's some news that baboons might like.'IGN FilmForce confirms rumors that John Woo is interested in directing anew, live-action "Masters of the Universe" movie. Sources close to thedirector/producer claim that he's keen to do the toy-based movie, but iscurrently waiting for the right script before committing to the project.'Here is one baboon's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105961940541921532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105961940541921532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105961940541921532' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105943871850385392</id><published>2003-07-29T11:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-31T22:19:45.603+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baboons best friend..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105943871850385392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105943871850385392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943871850385392' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105874795303488553</id><published>2003-07-21T11:09:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:09:13.000+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's my 2nd entry .... I am so behind the 8 ball in this dept.But I am going to ask you all a question ... sorry a little bit D&amp;M here .......assume that someone(A) has told you something about how they are going to do something that is not so favourable to another person (B). Now B is very close to you ... but you have also warned B before about being careful about person A ..... So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105874795303488553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105874795303488553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105874795303488553' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16679344028837223023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105840262925755918</id><published>2003-07-17T11:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:13:49.176+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting...I sent this already to the baboons...Handy way to beat cancer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105840262925755918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105840262925755918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105840262925755918' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105833078215731503</id><published>2003-07-16T15:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-16T15:16:22.080+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every baboon should have this website bookmarked. It's even got a huge database of women all rated in different categories!I'd say that constitutes baboonery.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105833078215731503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105833078215731503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833078215731503' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105781854188166639</id><published>2003-07-10T16:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-10T16:59:01.920+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cos Baboons play video games too!There are two games coming out this year (bucken hopefully) that I cannot wait for:1) Homeworld 22) Star Wars : Knights of the Old RepublicI just saw screenshots of the latter and like Big Kev, I'm EXCITED! You get to fight alongside wookies and battledroids against all sorts of funky aliens and dark jedi! And you can wield Darth Maul's double bladed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105781854188166639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105781854188166639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105781854188166639' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105779358652467908</id><published>2003-07-10T10:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:03:55.523+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In honour of the upcoming Hitler mini-series, here is a link to a fight between Hitler and Stalin:http://www.comics.aha.ru/rus/stalin/1.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105779358652467908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105779358652467908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105779358652467908' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105758126359197156</id><published>2003-07-07T23:04:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-07T23:04:51.873+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOhhh EEkkk ERRGGHHH YEAAHHHHH KAMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN GIMME SOME!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105758126359197156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105758126359197156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105758126359197156' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105757462887087894</id><published>2003-07-07T21:13:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-07T21:16:54.130+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105757462887087894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105757462887087894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105757462887087894' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105753582131475553</id><published>2003-07-07T10:27:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-07T10:27:01.140+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in other news...Lord Paulus Maximum had held a great feast this past Saturday.OOOH OOHH EEEEKK OOOHHappy 24th my friend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105753582131475553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105753582131475553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105753582131475553' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105750631452022850</id><published>2003-07-07T02:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-07T02:17:49.203+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hulk (Chunga) vs Abram (Yui)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105750631452022850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105750631452022850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105750631452022850' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105729240981835865</id><published>2003-07-04T14:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-04T14:50:09.900+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something funky I found out today.Gold kryptonite strips kryptonians of their super powers.Green kryptonite kills them.Now I understand what Xander and Oz were talking about. Kewl.Ok, back in my box.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105729240981835865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105729240981835865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729240981835865' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105727575207189470</id><published>2003-07-04T10:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-04T10:12:32.136+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know people don't care about the following news, but I do!THE DETROIT RED WINGS HAVE SIGNED DERIAN HATCHER TO A 5 YEAR CONTRACT!I couldn't be more pleased that my team now have 4 1st class defenesmen manning their blue line! Who cares that Mr "I once dated Anna Kournikova" Fedorov will be gone next season, a better defense will more than make up for the reduction in offense!I am a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105727575207189470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105727575207189470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105727575207189470' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105710269774275613</id><published>2003-07-02T10:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-02T10:08:17.670+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>minor annoyances1) i hitch a ride with my dad in the morning to the train station, today my dad slept in, so consequentially i missed my train.b) at wynyward station, as i was walking to my building with the traffic grain mind you, this lady whilst cutting through the flow of bodies blindly walks right into me, dead set, instead of saying sorry she turns around and gives me the stare, i ought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105710269774275613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105710269774275613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105710269774275613' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105688967955425674</id><published>2003-06-29T22:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-07-03T01:50:50.113+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sent this out on emails today re: my bday last night------------Thanks for coming along on Saturday night guys. Hope you all had heaps of fun.... at my expense :p  I love all the presents, thanks guys.Seems I got mixed reactions about the garlic sauce but at least it was cheap as I promised hehe. I have never seen Habibs that crowded ever.Retro at Shellbourne was AWESOME! Hope you all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105688967955425674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105688967955425674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105688967955425674' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105658521811307013</id><published>2003-06-26T10:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-26T10:26:04.126+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The metrosexualI read this article in today's smh; Time to put the ugh boot into men who moisturise. Minh, i think it's applicable to your previous posts :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105658521811307013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105658521811307013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105658521811307013' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105654542409956091</id><published>2003-06-25T23:20:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-25T23:21:50.466+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the muscly green multi-targetting snaggy baboon that is of course minh has grown another year old today.yeah you old bastard, welcome aboard!:)happy birthday!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105654542409956091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105654542409956091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105654542409956091' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-10563814357620836</id><published>2003-06-24T01:47:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-24T01:47:15.783+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Multiple targets?The moral dilemma. Is it ok to go for more than one target? My gut feeling has been telling me no. What goes around, comes around I reckon. But some baboons are convinced it's perfectly ok to go for multiple targets until you're finally hitched. Sounds good when you're on this end doing the chasing. More targets means more chances right? But what about the receiving end, would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/10563814357620836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/10563814357620836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10563814357620836' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105612897100559817</id><published>2003-06-21T03:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-21T03:39:31.090+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me? SNAG? No wayI got branded a SNAG today on emails. I'm not sure whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. I consider SNAGs to be the girly type. The ones who wouldn't hurt a fly, never get upset. The ones who are more in tune with the feminine side of things. Well I can honestly say I'm not a SNAG. I WOULD hurt a fly and I DO get upset. And if I was so in tune with the feminine side, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105612897100559817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105612897100559817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105612897100559817' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105602111678905177</id><published>2003-06-19T21:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-19T21:41:56.853+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello All!!!!Whoo Hoo  ... or Woot Woot .... or Eeek Eeek ....Either way this is my first blog ... took me a while, I ain't computer savy like the rest of yas, this baboon took a while to turn on this thing called a computer???Well what to say, xtn I can't wait for the new T-shirt ... I heard you already have some on pre-order, looks like Maximum Baboon, could be a profit making organisation :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105602111678905177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105602111678905177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105602111678905177' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817398060911244894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105594626125827714</id><published>2003-06-19T00:54:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-19T00:54:21.233+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was getting sick of all that sensitivity! Where the hell is the baboonery?!What I wanna know is, how is it possible that I woke up this morning two and a half kilos lighter than I was before I got into bed the previous night?! I'm not lying! It happened! Serious! Sincerely!How is this possible?Maybe it's the moon. But 2.5 kilos?! That's a lot! Or did I fart 2.5 kilos worth of gas in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105594626125827714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105594626125827714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105594626125827714' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105594537287395972</id><published>2003-06-19T00:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-19T00:49:20.720+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another milestone to graduation...I've finished my Capstone document tonight!! w00t w00t!! For anyone interested, you can find it here in Word format or PDF format. The product of 12 months of blood, sweat and tears *sniff sniff*Although I can't actually say I've finished Capstone all together, I've still got a poster to build and a presentation to do..... but the worst is finally over. I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105594537287395972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105594537287395972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105594537287395972' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105591908495402146</id><published>2003-06-18T17:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-18T17:21:24.500+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be HappyI've noticed recently some posts on numerous blogs which seem full of angst and sadness. While everyone goes through their ups and downs, i think we should take a step back and remember what we do have. If you're reading this, you're probably better off than most people in the world, where we can at least sleep warm and safe at night. Like Minh's post below, you shouldn't worry each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105591908495402146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105591908495402146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105591908495402146' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105565379736313838</id><published>2003-06-15T15:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:39:57.376+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is shortA friend's cousin have died recently in what sounds like a horrific car accident. The fellow isn't a close friend of mine but I have met him a few times and I do know him. I remember his character, he was quiet and gentle kind of guy. Never really got upset at anything. An all round nice guy. I guess I got to know him when I played cs with him on the net and at pnws. So he wasn't a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105565379736313838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105565379736313838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105565379736313838' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105559632956070089</id><published>2003-06-14T23:42:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:42:13.226+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since we're talking about all things work and study...I hate politics. And I hate agendas. Work should be about applying your skills and knowledge in the best way possible as part of a team to achieve your common objective - to produce something that will improve the way you or someone else works.In my brief experience of it, when politics and personal agendas come into play it just makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105559632956070089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105559632956070089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105559632956070089' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://members.optusnet.com.au/~jasonpchan/jason.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105559442447171402</id><published>2003-06-14T23:10:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-14T23:10:24.496+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My name is jack. And I'm a baboon-aholic.I've been known to have low self-esteem around women, suffer from extreme bouts of shy-ness and am unable to relate socially with women I am interested in. I have also been known to make a fool of myself after having a few too many to drink. I have an extreme fear of rejection, therefore better to not put my ego on the line - unless I'm sure of their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105559442447171402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105559442447171402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105559442447171402' title=''/><author><name>Jason</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://members.optusnet.com.au/~jasonpchan/jason.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105547772819796591</id><published>2003-06-13T14:45:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-13T14:45:28.123+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Absolute babooneryThe thing I hate about my profession is that any baboon off the street can say that they do graphic design. I mean, really. Our company recently outsourced a maths textbook to a typesetting company over in Brisbane. The results we've gotten so far are shite! REALLY shite. Like abosulutely no sense of spacing or proportion shite! And they're an established company!On one page</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105547772819796591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105547772819796591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105547772819796591' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105535091157334066</id><published>2003-06-12T03:31:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-12T03:31:51.696+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The end is near...As  I'm nearing the end of Capstone, I've had a chance to step back and ponder about what I've done at uni. 1st year - I would like to say this was one of the best year of uni but sadly it's not. I spent most of my time with my then current gf instead of doing my work. My motivation to study was just non-existant. Seeing her made me happy and being around her made the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105535091157334066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105535091157334066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535091157334066' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105534471330630300</id><published>2003-06-12T01:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-12T01:51:58.543+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is life so predictable that a forwarded email about being caught in a quarter-life crisis can actually strike quite a familiar chord? It really worries me. More than the actual quarter-life crisis itself. My life is a cliche. And that kinda sucks.Anyway, to put things into perspective, here is a haiku of wisdom.To live, breathe, feel, beKnow yourself, and the one truth:There is no baboon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105534471330630300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105534471330630300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105534471330630300' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105523790576634595</id><published>2003-06-10T20:08:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-11T09:43:38.140+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"in the far away lands of baboonia there lived a young baboon..."hmm, perhaps in some parallel universe there are baboons roaming this world, and perhaps all the female baboons are rockety rockets. They'd eat human flesh and think it tastes like chicken. They'll also have hot and spicy human, original recipe human with 11 herbs and spices, not to mention they'll have Babibs in Babstown with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105523790576634595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105523790576634595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105523790576634595' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105491827784624174</id><published>2003-06-07T03:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-07T03:40:10.863+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You baboons have already heard this from myself, so for the uninformed, today I got well and truly shafted by my loving company. I get into work this morning and people had begun to talk about an article that appeared in todays financial press about the sale of our operations to another firm based in Melbourne. People stopped working and hobbled about like lost monkeys trying to find out what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105491827784624174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105491827784624174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105491827784624174' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105485447386519553</id><published>2003-06-06T09:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-06T09:37:53.600+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took an online test today and apparently I'm attracted to Enigmas.Talk about making an already difficult search damn near impossible!PS. Everytime I see Maximum Baboonage it puts a grin on my face. Mr Fat, you rock.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105485447386519553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105485447386519553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105485447386519553' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105477139121346817</id><published>2003-06-05T10:33:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-05T10:35:20.896+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this article and thought of this site....Primate power OOH OOHAnd i read this article and thought what a crock....Avril Lavigne, Entertainment Centre</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105477139121346817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105477139121346817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105477139121346817' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105472928836809886</id><published>2003-06-04T22:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-04T22:51:28.386+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Introducing Markus, lord of the baboons..."ooohh.... u better stay up in brisb jackoM""yeah youre lucky your in woop woopM"bahahaha What is it about Mark that makes his threats so funny? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105472928836809886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105472928836809886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105472928836809886' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105470273018989835</id><published>2003-06-04T15:28:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-04T15:28:50.133+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One good reason its good to work at Adtec: the boss likes playing cricket during lunch.To balance this, they pay you peanuts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105470273018989835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105470273018989835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105470273018989835' title=''/><author><name>Paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04023050809013762175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105464792459154120</id><published>2003-06-04T00:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-04T00:15:24.616+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahaha I can't believe we've actually setup a baboon blog site. We've reached new levels of baboonism.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464792459154120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464792459154120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105464792459154120' title=''/><author><name>Minh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06164968232663285535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105464601426277692</id><published>2003-06-03T23:43:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-03T23:43:34.276+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOOH AH AHNice banner xtn! Let the shenanigans begin.Avril was on Rove tonite, pity she couldn't sing. And i was worried that the lead guitarist would show her up with his better singing range. She redeemed herself in the interview though, blaming her apparent rudeness with her shyness and all.... don't know if it's just an act or marketing ploy....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464601426277692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464601426277692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105464601426277692' title=''/><author><name>MarK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03228517149534777072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105464191701555284</id><published>2003-06-03T22:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-03T22:35:17.023+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beta TestingBaboon 1.1 is now up! Please take a look around and give me feedback. Especially about the cast section on the side. If you want your names and/or email links changed, tell me. Machy has a fake email address for now cos I dont have his real one...Do we want any other links etc. on the side?Baboons unite!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464191701555284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464191701555284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105464191701555284' title=''/><author><name>Christian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14618855218908275908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438388.post-105464163274177632</id><published>2003-06-03T22:30:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2003-06-03T22:51:19.670+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like that alphabetical step laddery thing you've done to our names on the side there, haha.merrick &amp; rosso from nova 969's breakfast show was just on rove live a moment ago, that merrick is indeed a funny baboon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464163274177632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438388/posts/default/105464163274177632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baboons.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105464163274177632' title=''/><author><name>yui</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></entry></feed>
