so i'm a type 3 today

Ever wonder why your 'pooh pooh' looks different sometimes, if something is a bit odd or your just not feeling right. Well if you look at the Bristol Stool Chart, you may find out your a Type 6 'pooh pooh'. This indicates your suffering from diarrhoea and you may want to start taking more fluids and supplements to ease the it.

First two types indicate constipation, type 3 & 4 are the desired 'poohs poohs' and the next three usually tell us your suffering from diarrhoea (the last one telling us the diarrhoea may be cost by food poisoning or infection).
So next time your weary about what you left in the toilet pot, just run to this post and you'll have a quick diagnosis.

what to collect next?

Since I was born I was always some form of a collector. My mother use to go into McDonald's and buy two set of toys, for me and my elder brother. I even remember having some of the ones below in my collection. It even came to the point that we got the boxes that you get with the Happy Meals and extra toy kept in it's packaging, so that we could sell them in years to come. Toys such as the ones below, became the first of the many things I collected.

The McDonald's toys were a continuous collection until my secondary school years. During this time I collected other things such as magazines. The first of the magazines I collected was one based on 'The Little Mermaid'. I looked everywhere for an archive but can't get one, it was very educational and you had the likes of Ariel to make it that much funnier. To be honest, this (and my fascination with flowers) were one of the first things for my mother to think, "Maybe my son is going to be gay!" After I got bored of that I began to collect Disney's Big Time and finally Gamesmaster. I think the latter was to try and hide my obsession with my sister's Barbies.

In the playground I loved pogs.

(Down below are some that I still have stored in my room)

I also collected Premier League stickers. Now this was just to fit in with the fact that I never played football really well at P.E. So being the young and naive kid that I was, I thought that this sticker collection thing would help me out among the kids. To some degree it did.

When Pokemon became a massive thing, of course I had to get involved, I wasn't going to be the kid that wasn't into Pokemon. It was such a big thing, look at the kid below and how crazzzzy he goes when he gets a card he needs..........I was never that crazy, I swear.



One of the proudest things I collected was stickers along with my sister, she bought them and I put them in her sticker book. Still to this day, I look at them with admiration.

(Below are some samples from her books. Wasn't I just so creative.)



The last major thing I collected was bar mats, this was during I'm becoming a teenager phase. At one point it became an addiction, I would go to every pub in a town or village, just to see if they had anything different.

(In the picture below, is some of the many I have stored in a bag in my room.)

So now that I'm an adult I wish to collect something new and refreshing. I'm a big fan of 'The Bone Collector', so maybe..............

doubt? i think not.

His name is Fernando Fernandes and if I ever question my sexual preference (which is very unlikely), all I have to is look at the below picture and snap right out of it.

However, if I have really bad day of doubt (which I never do) and the above picture can't help, I'll stare at the next picture. I don't think I'd even have to time it, I know I would be instantly in gay whatever land. HOT with capital letters is not even the way to phrase him, I'm lost with words, a hard task to throw at me and lose.

He is why men are greater than women.......................................fact!

losing my religion

Last May when I first heard of Lady Gaga I thought she was amazing, the best thing since sliced butter. As the hits grew around the globe I continued to hymn the tunes.

But then came the outrageous outfits, ridiculous statements during concerts and a sense that everything is just one big act. In regard to this act I'm referring to, all the 'fakeness' that surrounded everything she was doing. It just felt like so much to soon. In 9 months it was constant, and she had already being giving the new reigning princess of pop title by my major hate 'Perez Hilton'. I think it's Perez's love for Gaga that really turned the tide, to be honest. He just has her on such a pedestal and it kills me, like I'm talking 'pass me the fucking robe' killing me. Everything was just amazing, not one criticism. Better than anything else in the whole wide world, not one flaw! This talk just pulled the robe tighter.

'Bad Romance' came along and I was like at last something not that great. But still annoyingly annoying Perez was blazing her halo a light. I'm close to pushing the chair at this stage.

Then this occured;



It left me hanging, I was gutted. Not because it was terrible and predictable but because it was amazing. I actually had to watch it again and again and again. I even began to love (not like but love) the song.

The reason this is killing me (and I mean physical pain here) is that Perez is right to have her on such a pedestal. Music and I centre on pop music when I speak, needs her. Without her it would be quite boring, nothing to it, same old stuff continued to been thrown at us. She is giving the whole package from the single's cover to her over the top performances. Nothing is lack'n'lazy with her, everything is to the full. People may say but she once had brown hair, it's all an act! But so fucking what, what she is doing is nothing short of allowing her creativity to run wild. She's making bold statements, causing controversy, giving her everything and still providing an A+ product in the consumer's hands and mind.

This post was actually difficult for me to write and you may laugh, but writing this means I've giving in to a lot of opinions that I wouldn't accept. Still in denial, I wont say things I may later regret......

.......I just hope Britney gives me something new and refreshing that will make me continue to be her loyal loving husband.

(I listened to Britney throughout writing this post just to hold on to some faith)

my hates are

I hate the Metro-pushing-wont leave me alone-in my face-no thanks-people, that roam the streets of Dublin in the early hours of Monday to Friday mornings.

I hate every lad magazine that glorify women's sexy bits.

I hate pescetarians.

I hate Westlife's cover of "The Rose".

I hate funerals.

I hate all computer animated films, except anything PIXAR.

I hate when people play with their food.

I hate when my sister is on the fucking computer stopping me from been on the computer.

I hate when I have to turn down the music and I hear myself!

I hate fakeness but still love "The City".

I hate when blackout/I cannot remember.

I hate liking and not being liked back.

I hate when somebody puts a cigarette bud on the ground when there is a cigarette bin a few steps away from them.

I hate people's hate on anything Britney related.

I hate documentation and giving report.

I hate when I'm in the dog house.

I hate being moneyless and knowing I have to be moneymore.

I hate when Friends comes on and you realize it's from season 6 or onwards.

I hate when pegs ruin my clothes on the clothesline.

I hate cats.

I hate Perez.

I hate how I can't hit them Celine Dion high notes.

I hate being corrected.

I hate when tea is not Lyon's tea.

I hate that I keep typing 'ahte' when all I want to type is 'hate'.

I hate that my boredom has led to my hates

"...like do you ever watch any cock fights?"

So I was working night duty for the past week in my hospital. I was the only student on in the whole hospital so I was getting very bored towards my last night. I was working with one of the Filipino nurses, and by day seven we were getting on great, so I was totally taken back when our conversation began as the following.

Nurse: David, are you into cock fights?
Davih: Huh? What? (Kinda getting awkward, leaning towards him, and my eyes looking very worried)
Nurse: Yeah! Like do you ever watch any cock fights?
Davih: Em...I'm a little confused. (I was definitely perspiring at this stage)
Nurse: Would you ever place a bet?
Davih: On a cock fight! (Voice raised)
Nurse: Yeah! To see who wins......like you know a cock, em, like a rooster. You know a rooster ?
Davih: Oh!....You mean cockadoodledoo. (Posture relaxes, eyes look down to the ground in relieve and the sweating eased)

Anyone that befriends me, knows that the expressions my face pull do as much communication as if I were to speak. Not once did I think he was referring to a rooster when he spoke of the cock. So you can only imagine my head was going ninety.

But in fact he was discussing the below.

**WARNING**

Any veggies or "I could never wear fur" people out there, this clip is not for you.



So, basically it's a fight between two cocks until one dies, the Filipinos do their PaddyPower thing and the winners gain, while the losers mourn the death of their beloved cock.

Any cock fight I imagined, always had a different ending!

why so much disrespect?

At this stage I'm sure everyone is aware of Michael Jackson's untimely death. However his death has been shadowed by Perez Hilton's latest installment to his recent behaviour.

Just when it was announced that Michael had been rushed to hospital due to a cardiac arrest. Perez posted the following blog on his site;

"We knew something like this would happen!!
Michael Jackson was taken by ambulance from his Holmby Hills home to a nearby Los Angeles hospital on Thursday afternoon!!
Supposedly, the singer went into cardiac arrest and the paramedics had to administer CPR!!!
His mother is even on the way to visit him!!!
We are dubious!!
Jacko pulled a similar stunt when he was getting ready for his big HBO special in '95 when he "collapsed" at rehearsal!
He was dragging his heels on that just like his upcoming 50 date London residency at the 02 Arena, of which he already postponed the first few dates!!!
Either he's lying or making himself sick, but we're curious to see if he's able to go on!!!
Get your money back, ticket holders!!!! "

He later altered the post knowing the severity of what Perez thought was a stunt.

Why is this getting to me?

I'm annoyed because Perez seems to me becoming a moral conscious for so many who look at his site. People look at his goss and his comments that follow, and worship it. He goes on about celebrities misfortunes and mishaps except the one's that lick his ass with compliments (yes, Lady GaGa and Katy Perry I'm talking to yous'). He disrespects girls that have caused no harm but simply because they are linked to the likes of Zac Efron and Robert Pattinson. Jealous are we?

My disrespect of Perez hit a peak when he posted exclusive pictures of Dustin Lance Black having unprotected gay sex and his use of anti-gay slurs against Will-i-am. For a man who projects himself as fighting the gay cause, instead he has begun to taint the image of gay people and the lives they lead. We fight for equality, but in getting equality we need the support of everyone. Such incidents supported by Perez just gives us a bad name or maybe Perez just gives gay people a bad name. If thats the case I don't want to be associated with such a creature in any form.

Having heard that Michael had been rushed to the hospital for a cardiac arrest, you would think that he would have waited to see how such a fatal incident might map out but not Perez. Instead he gives one last public dig at him while the paramedics try to bring him back.

Sad really but it always stems back to one question- why so much hate and disrespect for people? And then he questions why someone might have the want to hit him. To be honest, I can imagine people muttering alot worse that they wish to do to such an ugly (coming from the inside as well as the outside) human being.