<?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-29425866</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:05:48.291+08:00</updated><category term='something&apos;s gotta give'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day presents'/><category term='date to find your love'/><category term='Seeking Jobs'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day gifts for lovers'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day lover'/><category term='digital journal'/><category term='sex problems'/><category term='more baby photographs'/><category term='pregnancy help'/><category term='digital diary'/><category term='red packet phobia'/><category term='crying baby photograph'/><category term='keep blogs'/><category term='abused and sad'/><category term='hurt women'/><category term='unwanted pregnancies'/><category term='happiness achieved'/><category term='parenting babies'/><category term='viagra works'/><category term='mother and baby relationship'/><category term='babies adaptations'/><category term='cheap gifts'/><category term='cloud nine experience'/><category term='money in red packets'/><category term='children'/><category term='scared give ang pows'/><category term='pregnancy resources'/><category term='write blogs'/><category term='pregnant blues and worries'/><category term='soulmate seeker'/><category term='Find your life time partner'/><category term='sad women'/><category term='fail in love'/><category term='Middle East Job Search'/><category term='babies and mother bond'/><category term='give ang pows'/><category term='married couples give ang pows'/><category term='why baby cry'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='expensive gifts'/><category term='create blogs'/><category term='problems in man and woman relationships'/><category term='chinese new year red packets'/><category term='youths and disabled persons'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Jobs Industry'/><category term='Caring For elderly'/><category term='breakups'/><category term='cheated and sad'/><title type='text'>Dun Dun Sad</title><subtitle type='html'>A place dedicated to all sad people who are sad over their dogs' death, their breakups, job lost, dating problems and any other sad events in life.  A place for all sad people to know that they are not alone.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></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-29425866.post-4461997717521399778</id><published>2008-01-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T14:39:51.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate seeker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date to find your love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Find your life time partner'/><title type='text'>Be My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5mAkc7v6lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yjuhbdNZ2-M/s400/lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159296211860056658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is going to be your Valentine?  Is it someone who is a beauty in everybody's eyes or is he/she someone who has a beauty in the heart?  If you are lucky, you find both!  That would be your most hard to get Valentine.  You must not let your Valentine be gone like the wind, but treasure it just as you would have treasure a piece of antique art.  Spend time to polish and spend time to appreciate and admire its beauty.  Talk to it, touch it and feel it.  But unlike the antique art, this piece of valuable and priceless art is a 'living art'.  It will talk and answer you.  It will respond to changes and it will grow.  It can be as loyal as a dog if you take good care of it.  It can also be very deadly if you hurt him/her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you found your Valentine?  Your Valentine need not be a beauty in everybody's eyes.  Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.  Love is blind and love will seal all the flaws and all the imperfections of your Valentine.  If you have not found your Valentine, but only gets to admire lovers on the streets and lovers in the cinema, then you should admire no more.  You should start dating and stop dreaming.  Seek your Valentine at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.onlinedatingtips.org/"&gt;Online Dating Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and learn dating tips and read how to achieve successful relationships.  Find your Valentine now, your happiness, your dream and your future.  Date to find your Valentine!  You still have two weeks more to find your Valentine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-4461997717521399778?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/4461997717521399778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=4461997717521399778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/4461997717521399778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/4461997717521399778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be My Valentine'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5mAkc7v6lI/AAAAAAAAAXU/yjuhbdNZ2-M/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-8490759010620103685</id><published>2008-01-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:11:52.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness achieved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagra works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloud nine experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something&apos;s gotta give'/><title type='text'>On Cloud Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5ig5s7v6kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BmHUJFQT2V8/s400/Somethings-Gotta-Give-Poster-C10115709.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159050286327654978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the recent movie being shown on the television.  The title of the movie is Something's Gotta Give, starring Jack Nicholson, Diane Keaton and Keanu Reeves.   Jack Nicholson, acting as Harry Sanborn, owns one of the largest hip-hop recording labels in the business.  He was in his 60s, but had a fondness for young women.  In the early part of the show, he had Marin (Amanda Peet) as his young girlfriend.  He suffered a heart attack while romancing Marin.  He was sent to the hospital where he was attended by a young doctor, Julian Mercer (Keanu Reeves).  At the hospital, Harry was asked if he had taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="https://www.doctorchemist.co.uk/"&gt;Viagra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but he was too shy to say yes.  It was only after a drip was done that he changed his mind and admitted taking viagra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With the use of viagra, he was able to bring another new life to Erica Barry(Diane Keaton), the successful playwright who had not been kissed nor touched by any man for ages.  But knowing Harry, staying together for some time, they built their love from the home.  Soon, their love peak and they had a wonderful night.  Erica Barry was filled with happiness and crazy about that night.  She said she had never felt better.  She was really on cloud nine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erica chose the old man instead of the young doctor.  The 'personal friend' of Chua Soi Lek also 'chosen' him despite their age difference.  Chua Soi Lek is as old as Harry, but women are 'attracted' to them.  All thanks to super drug Viagra!  It makes people happier, on cloud nine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5iepc7v6hI/AAAAAAAAAW0/C_lsf5Z4m6I/s400/chuavigra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159047808131525138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-8490759010620103685?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/8490759010620103685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=8490759010620103685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/8490759010620103685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/8490759010620103685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-cloud-nine.html' title='On Cloud Nine'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5ig5s7v6kI/AAAAAAAAAXM/BmHUJFQT2V8/s72-c/Somethings-Gotta-Give-Poster-C10115709.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-8674374386954163866</id><published>2008-01-23T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:38:26.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother and baby relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies adaptations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies and mother bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying baby photograph'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more baby photographs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why baby cry'/><title type='text'>Know Your Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5ajJ87v6ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RlxlADtW9lc/s400/crybaby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158489814570363282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through a process of mutual adaptation, mother and infant establish a pattern of meaningful interactions and build the foundation for trust.  Infancy is a stage of strikingly rapid development.  During the first year of life, the infant's birth weight almost triples.  The baby seems to grow before one's very eyes.  Parents will remark that they go to work in the morning, and their baby seems to have changed by the time they return in the evening!  No wonder parents want to capture this rapid changes of their baby's growth for remembrance.  They would not want to miss out any baby photographs contest either.  To parents, their babies are always the cutest and loveliest of all.  They will submit their baby photographs to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/gallery/default.aspx"&gt;Baby Photo Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and they would want to participate in baby forum, upload babies video,  read about baby health topics or participate in parenting discussions and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most infants are marvelously flexible, capable of &lt;a href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Baby_Health/22482/Reflux_in_babies_.aspx"&gt;adapting&lt;/a&gt; to any of the varied social environments into which they may be born.  From the day babies are born, they have the natural ability to cry.  The cries are the language they convey to the people around them, which says they need something.  Every cries has its reasons and being the caregiver, you have to know what it means.  The instinct and natural bond establish between the child and the mother has the special calming effect which naturally 'tell' a mother what the child wants.  To those people who just know the duo, they would be sometimes wonder how the mother knows what the baby is &lt;a href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Guide_To_Newborn/22275/Soothing_your_crying_baby.aspx"&gt;crying&lt;/a&gt; for.  But it is indeed a fact.  The mother was the one whom once shared the same nutrients, sacrificed her body for his/her existence and allow his/her excretions to be passed on to her own body.  The mother petted him/her, talk and sing to him/her as soon as the tiny little 'dot' existed in her womb.  If the mother does not understand the child, who would understand the child more than her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-8674374386954163866?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/8674374386954163866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=8674374386954163866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/8674374386954163866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/8674374386954163866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/know-your-baby.html' title='Know Your Baby'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5ajJ87v6ZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RlxlADtW9lc/s72-c/crybaby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-599134521614589613</id><published>2008-01-22T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:22:41.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red packet phobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='married couples give ang pows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year red packets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money in red packets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give ang pows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared give ang pows'/><title type='text'>Giving Out Red Packets</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5aqUc7v6aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UXDrWRGPwrg/s400/PO20080122_0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158497691540384162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Chinese New Year or Lunar New Year is round the corner.  To be exact, it will fall on 7th February and 8th February 2008, which is on Thursday and Friday respectively.  This is a good news because Saturday and Sunday are no school days.  That means to say, from Thursday to Sunday, No School!  We, children always look forward to the arrival of this day of the year, the Chinese New Year.  This is the time of the year where I can get Red Packets or "Ang Pow" from my aunts, uncles and also my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to customs, married couples have to give red packets to little children during Chinese New Year Days.  Sometimes giving Red Packets are an headache to the adults.  They want 'face' (pride) and yet they also want Money.  If they give too much money to the kids (as in giving out Red Packets), they lose out when the other party give lesser amount of money to their own kids.  Some married couples suffer even worser fate.  After married for a couple of years, they have no children for years, despite how hard they try, or no matter what methods the old people teach them.  Without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Fertility/22684/Treatments_for_infertility.aspx"&gt; Treatments for infertility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, they are unable to conceive at all.   Year after year, they have to give out Red Packets to children whenever children are present, who greeted them "Happy New Year".  Some couples have fear so much so that whenever it comes to Chinese New Year, they would want to escape from this special day.  They told relatives and friends, the couple want to go overseas holidays.  They would rather spend their money on holidays than to 'waste money' giving out 'Charities Packet' to little children.  This is so funny.  The main importance of giving out Red Packet is just a tradition that is passed down to mean good wishes.  The amount of money in it should not be a great problem.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Guide_To_Trying_for_a_baby/22309/Relationships.aspx"&gt;Infertility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is no longer a major problem nowadays.  As long as you have the will and determination, and of course Money, you can seek various &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Guide_To_Trying_for_a_baby/22300/Getting_pregnant_concerns.aspx"&gt;treatments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; for infertility.  Seek professional medical advice now if you have problems, so that next year, you can have babies to receive Red Packets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-599134521614589613?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/599134521614589613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=599134521614589613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/599134521614589613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/599134521614589613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-out-red-packets.html' title='Giving Out Red Packets'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5aqUc7v6aI/AAAAAAAAAV8/UXDrWRGPwrg/s72-c/PO20080122_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-5956266907497978638</id><published>2008-01-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:54:42.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day gifts for lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expensive gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheap gifts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5a1rc7v6cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oRu5N9BF9As/s400/PO20080103_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510181305280962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The picture above is a bottle of Country Collection Wild Rose Pot Pourri, and the picture below shows the contents of it.  They consists of dried rose petals, giving off sweet fragrance to the surrounding air.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5a1ks7v6bI/AAAAAAAAAWE/DuUvy-0E57U/s400/PO20080103_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158510065341163954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its not how much you spent for your Valentine's Day Gifts.  It is the thoughts that counts.  However, if you can afford to spend more money on a person, it also got to show how much you love the person!  So what is the right Valentine's Day Gifts that you are going to give to your boyfriend, girlfriend or husband/wife on this coming 14th February 2007?  Are you going to give your spouse or lover something cheap but she loves or something expensive, which she had never dare to dream of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are thinking of giving sweet fragrance to your spouse or lover, another alternative to pot pourri is the love scented flower sculptured candles or even beauty gift spa candle with aromatic oils.  Lightinthebox is a world wide wholesaler from China.   They supply 100 thousands of products abroad.  This picture below is a snapshot taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.lightinthebox.com/"&gt;LightInTheBox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and you can see various 'fragrance' products which can captivate your love.  There are a wide array of price ranges and there is surely something which will suit your budget.  If you would like to give your lover a bigger surprise, there are lots of other digital or electronic products available -- you can buy video game or electronic games, computer, jeweleries, MP3 or MP4 and even home and gardening products, as well as Clothing &amp;amp; Apparel.  If your lover is a 'small kid', you can even give him/her their favourite toys -- soft stuffed toys and dolls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5a3287v6dI/AAAAAAAAAWU/2BwE1nXpUtY/s400/lightinthebox.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158512577897032146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-5956266907497978638?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/5956266907497978638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=5956266907497978638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/5956266907497978638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/5956266907497978638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/thoughts-of-love.html' title='Thoughts Of Love'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R5a1rc7v6cI/AAAAAAAAAWM/oRu5N9BF9As/s72-c/PO20080103_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-3822310840710471051</id><published>2008-01-18T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:41:19.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='create blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='write blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep blogs'/><title type='text'>Blog Your Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R49_iy-OS9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/mXCeRb_yrjY/s400/bloggercrazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156480334137543634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teachers always told their students to keep a journal. It is good to keep a journal. Write your thoughts of the day, things that happened on the day and you reflect on the things that you had done for the day. What are things that made your day and what are things that you should improve on? Some people use books for their daily journal. They write on them every night before they sleep. However, nowadays, I see many people having a new way of keeping journal. I have friends and families who have blogs as their journal. It is such a cool way to keep a digital journal! I had mine too, but I am too lazy to 'type' everyday. I love to play games than to 'write'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, I will write at my blogs and my journal every time I need to 'talk' to them or share my views and interest with my friends and readers. If you want to express your happiness, sorrows, or even tell the world anything about yourself, you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.thoughts.com/"&gt;Create Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; now and start writing -- Create a Free Blog or personal online journal at Thoughts.com. It is very fun to have a digital journal, like that of a blog. You can Upload photos, videos, podcasts and even chat in the community forums and bookmark the latest news. You will have more friends and you can always express your views and exchange views with other people. In addition, Thoughts.com also allows you to decide for each blog post if you want it to be public, private, or only viewable by your friends and family. You have full control of what you want to share! If you are sad and lonely, enlarge your social circle. Make more friends, participate in chat and forum, express your thoughts in your blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-3822310840710471051?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/3822310840710471051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=3822310840710471051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3822310840710471051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3822310840710471051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-your-thoughts.html' title='Blog Your Thoughts'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/R49_iy-OS9I/AAAAAAAAATQ/mXCeRb_yrjY/s72-c/bloggercrazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-3136760936210876539</id><published>2008-01-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:35:44.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant blues and worries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unwanted pregnancies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy resources'/><title type='text'>I Am Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are not married.  You are single and you may be studying!  But you need to tell someone, a special someone whom will give you some hope and solution.  This is because you discovered that you are pregnant!  You are happy if you love the special someone who bring the extra little life to you.  But what if it was an mistake or perhaps you were raped one night and then...  Irregardless of the case, you know that your pregnancy is a mistake.  How are you going to tell someone or anyone about your problem?  That little life should not be here, you cannot afford to bring it to life.  You have no ability at all -- financially, mentally and psychologically not prepared.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are going to be anxious and worried from the day you discovered that you are pregnant.  "Oh dear, what am I suppose to do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/stages/Pregnancy/default.aspx"&gt;I am pregnant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  I don't want to be pregnant.  I cannot be pregnant.  The baby has no father."  Or perhaps you are going to say this to yourself,"How am I going to tell my mother?  I am pregnant.  I do not know who is the father of the child."  Or is it going to be like this,"Oh dear, I am pregnant.  I told Jackson about it, but he does not want the baby.  Neither does he want to admit it.  He wants to break up with me.  What am I going to do?"  These are all possibilities of unwanted pregnancies.    You know that abortion is bad for your health and you are killing if you do that.  But you have no choice.  What should you do?  I suggest the first thing you do is to talk to some people.  Seek help at gurgle, the ultimate parenting and pregnancy resource.  There are articles, videos, experts and answers for you and your baby.  For the next few days to months, there are going to be major changes in your body.  When is the due date for your baby and what are the changes which you are going to expect to your body?  Find out more about pregnancy!  Read and learn facts about pregnancy and who knows it might change your view of having a baby, even if you are a single mum!  Read the article, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/articles/Guide_To_Trying_for_a_baby/22305/Are_you_ready_for_a_baby_.aspx"&gt;Are you ready for a baby?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" and join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.gurgle.com/groups/Default.aspx"&gt; groups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; like Guide to Baby or Mum Health and many more.  Soon you will discover that you are not alone and there are so many people out there who can help you.  There is always solution only if you want a way out.   Smile and look at the bright sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-3136760936210876539?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/3136760936210876539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=3136760936210876539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3136760936210876539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3136760936210876539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-pregnant.html' title='I Am Pregnant'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-3612700979591913994</id><published>2007-11-07T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:35:51.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail in love'/><title type='text'>Love Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 531px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/Shy.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is such a strange thing.  One moment you two are so happy together, the next moment, the two would probably be quarreling and arguing and perhaps fighting over something.  It is so easy to start a love relationship, and it is so easy to break up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When breakups happen, the parties involved are sad.  There are always lessons to be learned from every relationship.  Though it is normal to be sad and some people may not be able to accept the fact and they might do silly things like committing suicide, you must understand that there are always people who love you.  Those people who love you are your parents, your friends and perhaps your children.  When one door close, there is always another door which will be opened to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 418px; font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/PO20071101_0008.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seek and you will find.  Everybody has their own uniqueness and specialty.  You can find better lover than your ex-lover.  You can find someone who love you more than your ex-partner.  Take a break from this relationship, take sometime to get over it and start a new life.  Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Online Dating Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to know more friends and start dating to find your love again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-3612700979591913994?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/3612700979591913994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=3612700979591913994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3612700979591913994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3612700979591913994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-relationship.html' title='Love Relationship'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-3655071128539000255</id><published>2007-10-25T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:29:53.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sad Attempt on The Impossible Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5O5mOJhkeo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5O5mOJhkeo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha like it?  It's about my friend telling me how to do it though the answers for some of them.  The title is "My Sad Attempt on The Impossible Quiz" because I failed to completed question 100.  To finish the quiz you need to pass through question 199 which    i did not.Though I know all the answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 1: Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 2: No, but a tin can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 3: K.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 4: THE ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 5: Right click then move over then click, or move off the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 6: Shallots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 7: An elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 8: Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 9: THAT ONE (top right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 10: Dentures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 11: n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 12: The dot above "I"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 13: F'TAANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 14: Torch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 15: HORSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 16: H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 17: 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 18: Hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 19: Blue, Orange, Green, Green, Yellow (BOGGY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 20: Seal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 21: Green flash (top left)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 22: +1 Skip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 23: BRAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 24: V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 25: Shoe Polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 26: Arsefacey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 27: GO TO 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 28: Abundance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 29: Egg Mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 30: Cross through the tunnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 31: Woof. Woof. Woof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 32: Babycham and Human Faeces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 33: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 34: Remove mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 35: Green smiling button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 36: A walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 37: Of course not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 38: Mary Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 39: Cylindrical Adventures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 40: Cross over the right-click menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 41: AFRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 42: 42nd 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 43: Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 44: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 45: WRONG (cross sun flag skull up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 46: OMGF U KILLS SONIKKU U BASTUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 47: Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 48: SNAAAAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 49: SPLAPP-ME-DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 50: O.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 51: Fight! (mash the mouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 52: 3rd from left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 53: ...but pa might not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 54: No, about 20cm off the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 55: A games console for wholemeal biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 56: Blue, red, blue, yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 57: Erm... one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 58: Shepherd's Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 59: Charge ur lazer! (mash the mouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 60: No... (unless you did 59 without retrying upon running this flash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 61: Thumbs up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 62: Moss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 63: Tasteless white filth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 64: Egg &gt; 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 65: LARGEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 66: !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 67: A big hairy arsonist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 68: Stroke the cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 69: LOL, 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 70: Using its anus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 71: Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 72: Middle far left switch (it's small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 73: ? (top right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 74: No one knows that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 75: ESCAPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 76: Sugar, honey, honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 77: Question 77&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 78: FOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 79: Click the U in the 3rd box, you'll see it turn green when you hover over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 80: Filthy Romanians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 81: Run cursor up and down lightning rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 82: Clip the toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 83: National Dyslexic Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 84: Green Shooting Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 85: I loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 86: The Prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 87: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 88: Break Sonic's leg (mash the mouse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 89: Blindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 90: Nonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 91: Click under the third hole in the paper on the left side, it will start to rip. You have to click all the way across to make the paper rip in half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 92: 194, 27, 26, 14, 9, 3, 2.5, 1, .4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 93: Go! (behind bomb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 94: The bomb is a dud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 95: Remove mouse, click Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 96: A right mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 97: 10+ times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 98: Blue, red, blue, yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 99: At green, click sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 100: Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 101: Chihuahua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 102: Touch the dots! (one of them doesn't have one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 103: Slight down and slight right (you'll know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 104: Large yellow sad moon (Hey! Why not the large gray sad moon?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 105: BANANA (spell it from apple, nectarine, and gooseberry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 106: Click the arrow (right-clicking whacks you in the head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 107: Don't click TRY AGAIN on the game over screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 108: 4 8 15 16 23 42 execute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 109: Make the monkey poo (mash the mouse), then click on arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Question 110: Use all seven skips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-3655071128539000255?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/3655071128539000255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=3655071128539000255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3655071128539000255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/3655071128539000255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-sad-attempt-on-impossible-quiz.html' title='My Sad Attempt on The Impossible Quiz'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-501953192708677435</id><published>2007-05-31T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:36:33.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caring For elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youths and disabled persons'/><title type='text'>Care Givers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl6WYk6P5hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PJ8HoSx1kts/s1600-h/Fla6355-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl6WYk6P5hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PJ8HoSx1kts/s400/Fla6355-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655579434771986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job of a care giver is not easy. It needs a lot of patience and care. It needs empathy and love. It needs guidance and skills too. In this society, care is provided to children, youth, elderly and disable people. These are the people who have problems looking after themselves when left alone at home. Their parents or children are too busy to look after them while at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parents who left their children in the hands of the care givers will normally return to their care giver, to bring back the children home after finishing work. There are some children who get to see their parents only once a week when their parents choose to let the care givers take over their responsibilities when they are busy at work. This is the case for some youth and the disable people and mentally handicap people. As for children with elderly parents, they have their own family to look after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some families have elderly parents and young children to look after. Both the husband and the wife need to work too. As such, the care of the elderly parents and children are handed over into the hands of the care givers while these people go to work. However, some children choose to left their elderly parents in old folks home. Similarly for the disabled or mentally handicap people. These people are normally left in the homes for long term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many types of care givers, private owned, churches, charities organization and so on. As there are lots of work and attention to be paid to these people in the homes, many of these elderly people and disabled people may be treated inappropriately or abuse at certain times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;geckopastefix&gt;&lt;/geckopastefix&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-501953192708677435?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/501953192708677435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=501953192708677435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/501953192708677435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/501953192708677435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/05/care-givers.html' title='Care Givers'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl6WYk6P5hI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PJ8HoSx1kts/s72-c/Fla6355-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-6268287450470097090</id><published>2007-05-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:37:07.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle East Job Search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs Industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seeking Jobs'/><title type='text'>Find Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We know that jobs are important in our lives. A stable job provide security in life. A stable job means you have a stable income to support your daily lives. Having a job means you can support yourself and your families. The level of significance of a job to a person is different. A job is very important to the sole breadwinner of a family. A job to a person whose purpose is just to pass time is of course not as significant as that of the breadwinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this competitive world, many staff that is unproductive and not contributing values to the companies will be retrenched. Still there are always cases where some employees are being fired when they had made some serious mistakes repeated, causing losses to the companies and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Losing jobs overnight or receiving notice of retrenchment is sad for the worker. So does a newly graduate who is eagerly searching for job, so that they can have the means to pay their students loans on time. To the newly graduates, searching for job may not be easy as they lack experience. The older workers who after being retrenched or lost their jobs have difficulties in finding jobs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But don't worry.  Don't be sad.  There are always many opportunities out there if you seek it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;geckopastefix&gt;&lt;/geckopastefix&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-6268287450470097090?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/6268287450470097090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=6268287450470097090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/6268287450470097090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/6268287450470097090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/05/find-jobs.html' title='Find Jobs'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-7408675240535753140</id><published>2007-05-29T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:32:21.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheated and sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abused and sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad women'/><title type='text'>Women Saved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl2wNo86WkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/T7hbXPyyRWo/s1600-h/Rossetti+St+George+and+Princess+Sabra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl2wNo86WkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/T7hbXPyyRWo/s400/Rossetti+St+George+and+Princess+Sabra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070402503866735170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Once in his arms, but soon was pushed away.  That is the hurt and betrayal faced by women from their men in their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad that you have such a man by your side? Are you sad that you have met such man in your life? Are you sad that you are being treated unfairly by your man? Are you being abused by your man? Are you cheated by your man? There are too many questions to ask. Too many possibilities and unexpected things that men can do to women. That is perhaps the fact of life, women is the weaker sex and no matter how much a woman can earn, she is still a woman who need to submit to her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't agree with me?  Well, this is just my views.  If you have your own stories to tell of your man, you are free to do so at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womansavers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WomanSavers.com-World's Largest Database Rating Abusive and Cheating Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Not only can you pour your sorrows there, you can meet new friends, read about others stories too.  There are jokes to cheer you up as well.  What's so special about the website is that it contains over 25,000 men's names entered by women!  WomanSavers.com is featured in the top 10% most popular women's websites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Women always put their love life in the first place.  Women value their love relationships.  Perhaps that is how some men make use of such opportunities to cheat these women.  Women can sacrifice a lot for the sake of their men but not the other way round.   They placed their men as being their most important person in their life and when their men turn against them, they are at wits' end and do not know what to do.  At WomanSavers.com, all sad women can gather, make friends, share stories.  How nice to find similar friends, all thanks to this fantastic site at WomanSavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-7408675240535753140?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/7408675240535753140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=7408675240535753140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/7408675240535753140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/7408675240535753140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/05/women-saved.html' title='Women Saved'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/Rl2wNo86WkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/T7hbXPyyRWo/s72-c/Rossetti+St+George+and+Princess+Sabra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-2937914384258050639</id><published>2007-05-28T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:35:21.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems in man and woman relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex problems'/><title type='text'>Sexual Differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To other man out there, are you sad that you are not able to make your woman happy? Are you sad when there are arguments and quarrels over so much differences between you and your woman? How can you better understand her? "You just don't understand me!" Is that what you often hear from your woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of misunderstanding can arise between the man and woman. This is not because they don't love each other. A lot of time is due to differences in opinions and how man and woman think differently. In order to really understand your woman, reading can help solves your problems. Read up articles on the internet, find books on related topics, borrow books from the libraries and so on. Reading will definitely increase your knowledge and hence giving you a better understanding of what your woman wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sex life is another aspects of building up your relationship with your woman. Sex are not learned in schools. Neither is sex ever practiced in schools. How can we ever satisfy our woman? How can we really improve our sex life so that we would never get rejected? Such questions are shunned by men. Every men want to tell their friends how well they are where sex is concerned. No one ever ask how they can improve their sex life. It is just so sensitive subject to be ever discussed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;geckopastefix&gt;&lt;/geckopastefix&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-2937914384258050639?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/2937914384258050639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=2937914384258050639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/2937914384258050639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/2937914384258050639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2007/05/sexual-differences.html' title='Sexual Differences'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-114975899897858590</id><published>2006-06-08T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:29:58.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Death</title><content type='html'>His master called him Turk. He was thin, yellow, and sad, with a pointed snout, a small build, and short, badly cropped ears that were always bleeding. The tail he wore on his rump looked like a scabby question mark. In the summertime, Turk went into the fields to guard the cattle, and into the roads to chase passers-by who dealt him swift kicks and pelted him with stones. His great joy, out in a mowed field, embroidered with sprouting clover, was to come across a hare that would bolt in front of him and to pursue it across hedges, moats, and streams with long leaps and wild sprints, returning out of breath with his legs trembling and his tongue hanging out, dripping with sweat. In the Winter, while the beasts stayed numbly in the warm beds of their stables, Turk kept to his own niche: a miserable, caved in-barrel, without straw, at the end of which he spent the days sleeping, curled up in a ball, or endlessly scratching himself. He ate a meager, stinking sustenance of larded bread scraps and dirty water, which was put out for him in the morning in a chipped stoneware bowl, and each time someone unknown to him penetrated to the center of the farm, he would lunge at them till he reached the end of his chain, and then bare his fangs and growl. He also accompanied his master to fairs when there was a calf to sell or a pig to buy, or to stops he needed to make at the inns around the city. Otherwise, he was resigned, faithful, and miserable, just like a dog. Once when he was coming home late from one of the more distant fairs with his master, he lost the man at a village cabaret. While his master drank a few short glasses of Three-Six, the dog decided to run through the neighborhood, eagerly digging through heaps of garbage, trying to unearth a bone or some precious thing of that sort. When he came back into the cabaret, ashamed of his escapade and bracing himself for some thumps on the back, he found only two half-drunken farmers who didn't know him at all and who chased him off with a boot, so Turk went away. The village was built on an intersection where six roads came together. Which one should he take? The poor dog looked puzzled at first. He cocked an ear so as to catch the sound of a familiar footstep on the wind, then he sniffed at the ground to discover the smell of fresh tracks, and then, letting out two little sighs, he swiftly departed. But soon he halted, disturbed and shivering all over. Now he walked at an angle, carefully, with his nose to the ground. He would go only a few yards into the shortcut roads that emptied into the main route, climb the embankment, smell the drunks who were sprawled out along the ditches, and then turn, spin around, retrace his steps, probing the smallest cluster of trees and the smallest clump of gorse bushes. Night was falling. To the right and left of the road, the fields were drowned in purple shadow. As the moon rose, climbing into the smooth, cloudless sky, Turk sat down on his rump, with his neck stretched out, his head pointed straight at the astral globe, and for a long, long time he cried: "Houou! Houou! Houou!" Everywhere there was a grand, spreading silence. "Houou! Houou! Houou!" From the depths of the night, only the dogs at neighboring farms answered the sobs of the poor animal. The brilliant, magical moon steadily rose, and the dog's shadow stretched across the silver surface of the road. Mr. Bernard, a notary, left his house at the crack of dawn and was about to start on his usual stroll. He was dressed entirely in black cashmir, as is fitting for a notary. But, as it happened to be the height of the Summer, Mr. Bernard figured that he could liven up his attire with an umbrella made of white alpaca. Everything was still sleeping in the town. A few bars had hardly opened their doors, and a few road-laborers with pickaxes on their shoulders had just started off to work with sleepy footsteps. "Always up early, eh, Mr. Bernard?" asked one of them, greeting him with respect. Mr. Bernard was about to reply --for he was not an arrogant man --when he saw approaching from the end of the wide, level Boulevard, a dog so jaundiced, so skinny, so sad, and so filthy, and who seemed so tired that Mr. Bernard instinctively stepped aside and placed himself against a plane tree. That dog was Turk --poor, lamentable Turk. "Uh-oh!" said Mr. Bernard, "There's a dog I don't know! Uh-oh!" In small towns, one knows all the dogs, just as one knows all the citizens, and the appearance of an unknown dog is just as important and troubling an event as that of a stranger. The dog passed in front of a fountain that stood in the center of the Boulevard, and didn't stop. "Uh-oh!" Mr. Bernard said to himself, "This dog, who I don't know, doesn't even stop at the fountain! Uh-oh! This dog is mad: obviously it has rabies." Trembling, he armed himself with a large stone. The dog came toward him, trotting along gently with his head down. "Uh-oh!" Mr. Bernard screamed, turning pale, "I see the foam. Uh-oh! Help! The foam! Help!" Using the plane tree as a shield, he threw the stone, but the dog paid no attention. Turk looked at the notary with his soft eyes, turned back onto the road, and left. In an instant, the little town was awakened by the disturbing news: a mad dog! Faces still puffy with sleep appeared at windows; animated groups of men in their shirtsleeves or women in nightshirts and caps, formed on doorsteps. The more intrepid among them were armed with pitchforks, stakes, spades, billhooks, and rakes; the joiner gesticulated with his plane, the butcher with his cleaver; the little hunchbacked shoemaker, an avid reader of mail-order dime novels with an obscene smile, proposed refined and dreadful tortures. "Where is it? Where is it?" While the little town raised its defenses, and all the people fired up their courage, Mr. Bernard had awakened the mayor and told him the terrible story: "It lunged at me with the foam on its teeth, Mr. Mayor, and it almost bit me, Mr. Mayor!" Bernard cried out, reaching down to feel his calves, thighs, and stomach. "Oh, I've seen plenty of mad dogs in my day. Yes indeed, plenty of them. But, Mr. Mayor, I've never, ever seen one more rabid, or more awful than this one. Oh!" The mayor, quite dignified but also very perplexed, shook his head and reflected for a moment. "It's serious... very serious!" he murmured. "But are you sure that he's as mad as all that?" "As mad as all that?"" shouted Bernard indignantly. "If only you could have seen it, if you could've seen that foam, those bloodshot eyes, and that fur standing on end... it wasn't even a dog anymore. It was a tiger. A tiger! A tiger!" Then, becoming solemn, he looked straight into the mayor's face and slowly pronounced: "Listen, It's not a question of politics here, Mr. Mayor. It's a matter of public safety. Let me repeat: It's a matter of the safety and the protection of the citizens. If you shirk the responsibilities that are incumbent upon you, if you do not make a firm decision this instant, you'll soon regret it, Mr. Mayor. That's what I, Bernard, Notary Public, am saying to you!" Mr. Bernard was of the radical opposition and an enemy of the mayor. The latter hesitated no longer, and the rural policeman was summoned. Turk was stretched out, tranquilly taking refuge on the square where no one dared approach him, gnawing a bone of mutton which he held between his two crossed paws. The rural policeman, armed with a rifle entrusted to him by the mayor, and followed by a sizable procession, advanced until he was ten paces from the dog. From the balcony of the town hall, the mayor, who attended the spectacle with Mr. Bernard, couldn't help but remark to him, "And yet it eats!" in the same voice that Galileo must have used in pronouncing his famous phrase. "Yes, he eats... the horrible animal, the sly devil!" responded Bernard, and addressing the policeman, he commanded: "Careful! Don't get so close!" The moment took on a solemn tone. The policeman, with his cap leaning on his ear, his sleeves rolled up, and his face animated by a heroic fever, loaded his rifle. "Don't push me!" said one voice. "Don't miss!" said another. "Aim at the head!" "Not at the armpit?" "Watch out!" yelled the policeman. Apparently uncomfortable in his cap, he sent it rolling in the dust behind him with a brusque gesture. "Stand clear!" He took aim at the poor, lamentable dog, who had discarded his bone and now regarded the mob with a soft, teary eye, seeming not to suspect what it was that all these people wanted with him. Presently a grand silence imposed itself upon the commotion. The women stopped their ears with their fingers, not waiting for the gunshot; the men blinked their eyes, huddling against each other. An anguish gripped the crowd, in the expectation of something extraordinary and horrible. The policeman steadily held his aim. BOOM! BOOM! At the same moment there pealed out a cry of prolonged and piercing pain, a bellowing that filled up the town. The dog stood up. Hobbling on three legs, he fled, letting little drops of blood fall behind him. And while the dog ran and ran, the rural policeman looked at his rifle, stupefied; the dumbfounded crowd looked at the policeman, and the mayor stared open-mouthed at Mr. Bernard, overcome with horror and indignation. Turk ran all day, dancing pitifully on his three legs, bleeding, stopping sometimes to lick the wound, then stumbling off again; he ran through roads, fields, and villages. But everywhere the terrifying news of a rabid dog preceded him: its eyes are haggard; its fur is standing on end; its drooling mouth is smeared with crimson froth. The villages were in arms and the farms were bristling with scythes. Stones flying everywhere, blows from clubs, shots from rifles! His body was no more than a single wound, one horrid wound made of hacked living flesh, leaving blood in the dust of the roadways, reddening the grass, and coloring the stream in which he bathed. He kept running and running, tripping over rocks, clods of earth, and clumps of vegetation, followed incessantly by the cries of death. Toward evening, he entered into a field of tall, ripe corn, where a breeze was softly rocking the golden ears back and forth. With his sides heaving and his legs stiff, Turk collapsed on a bed of poppies, and there, as some scattering partridges called back and the crickets sang, he died without uttering a complaint, surrounded by the murmurs of Nature herself, who lulled him to sleep and who summons the souls of the poor dogs that sleep on the brilliant and magical Moon.&lt;br /&gt;"La Mort du Chien" originally appeared in the monarchist paper Le Galois under the pen name Henry Lys on August 23, 1884, about a year before the author's conversion to anarchism. Translated from French by Robert Helms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-114975899897858590?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/114975899897858590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=114975899897858590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/114975899897858590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/114975899897858590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2006/06/dogs-death_08.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Death'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29425866.post-114975880702086045</id><published>2006-06-08T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:26:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog's Death</title><content type='html'>She must have been kicked unseen or brushed by a car.Too young to know much, she was beginning to learnTo use the newspapers spread on the kitchen floorAnd to win, wetting there, the words, "Good dog!                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;We thought her shy malaise was a shot reaction.The autopsy disclosed a rupture in her liver.As we teased her with play, blood was filling her skinAnd her heart was learning to lie down forever.&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, as the children were noisily fedAnd sent to school, she crawled beneath the youngest's bed.We found her twisted and limp but still alive.In the car to the vet's, on my lap, she tried&lt;br /&gt;To bite my hand and died. I stroked her warm furAnd my wife called in a voice imperious with tears.Though surrounded by love that would have upheld her,Nevertheless she sank and, stiffening, disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Back home, we found that in the night her frame,Drawing near to dissolution, had endured the shameOf diarrhoea and had dragged across the floorTo a newspaper carelessly left there.  Good dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29425866-114975880702086045?l=dundunsad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/feeds/114975880702086045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29425866&amp;postID=114975880702086045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/114975880702086045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29425866/posts/default/114975880702086045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dundunsad.blogspot.com/2006/06/dogs-death.html' title='Dog&apos;s Death'/><author><name>k3n4 0wn [x]3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15801930403095068363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-dBFJ57E4pw/S53cQbyCGRI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ANh1In8aJhU/S220/sm3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
