<?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-3278912051435049989</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:16:56.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwencessa Cris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-2878966984690296761</id><published>2009-09-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:17:57.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlfriend and her friends.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to write this for a long time and finally after last night, I've the much needed inspiration to write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the title reads, girlfriend and her friends. This post will be about those guys out there that is going after a girl or just kick off with your new chicka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the point of this post is to tell you male population the importance of &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; creating a good and positive vibe with your girlfriend's chickas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the male population ask their female friends (constantly) one of the question below, few of them or all :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I get a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Why she won't like me?&lt;br /&gt;What did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;What did i not do?&lt;br /&gt;Why did she dumped me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla.....the list goes on, you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth is, 40-70% of you &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; getting the girl you want goes to how you fair in front of her girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most girls have their own 'clan' or 'groupie'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the members of a girl's clan/groupie is almost like her parents, less stressful but much more punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much more punch as in the percentage of you getting the girl or being with the girl for a long time. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause her friends aka clan aka groupie plays a &lt;em&gt;majorrrrrr&lt;/em&gt; influence on the guy they want her to be with. And you can be ignorant be saying to yourself, my girl if she love me she won't care what her friends think of me or something similar, YET, &lt;strong&gt;conscience bites&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You wait, you wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've my very own clan as well, me and my clan go way back, six years, six of us. Ok, this is not bout me, back to the topic, so yea, a girl's girlfriends are very very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years, i've notice a couple of major mistakes you male population make in front of the girl's girlfriends. And here is the list in no particular order :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Keeping quiet. Till you turn invisible. *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Talking non stop about yourself :&lt;br /&gt;"I've 6 cats 4 dogs and a canary. But i love my canary most.....bla bla bla bla....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Making a total fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Example : Running about the club screaming, "Polis mari polis mari" in English : "police raid police raid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Telling tons of 18SX jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't freaking care if it's funny or not, just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Just being plain L-A-M-E!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Being intimate with her.&lt;br /&gt;Fondling, frenchies and lalala. total gross. get a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Asking questions and making statements that makes you sound like your parents!&lt;br /&gt;"So you got how many A's for your SPM?"&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you study accounting, good good very good prospect can earn a lot of money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Flirting with Her girlfriends. &lt;strong&gt;HELLO???&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Making fun of Her, in front of Her girlfriends. Totally NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; NOT dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;Come on la, first impression very important ok! I don't care you ManU fan, Arsenal fan or what ever. Don't wear your jersey, save it for football matches with your buds!&lt;br /&gt;OR If you HAVE TO wear a jersey make sure not faded and look like salted vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;And match it with a nice jeans/pants/ surfer pants with shoes (leather or not) or a nice pair of sandals not those 'selipar jepun'. Depends also the place you are going laaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't need say everything right? = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa. 10 points. I could go on but those are major ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Major turn offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing, &lt;strong&gt;IF &lt;/strong&gt;you can afford to foot the bill, &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; foot the bill. Especially during the FIRST time She is bringing You to meet her girlfriends. Even if not the whole bill, pay &lt;strong&gt;Her bill&lt;/strong&gt;! If you can't even afford to pay Her share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                             you &lt;strong&gt;can't afford&lt;/strong&gt; a girlfriend la dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the 10 major turn offs, many would be asking, What should I do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer, when she brings you to meet Her girlfriends, that means you are one step away from joy or sorrow. To summarize, here is what you need to do in three sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Imagine she is bringing you to meet her parents.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ask yourself how much you love that girl?&lt;br /&gt;3) Be Yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do understand, the above three steps is &lt;strong&gt;not fool proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OR 100% works and I won't be liable to anything or anyone that follow those steps.&lt;br /&gt;Trial and error. OR you are just not meant to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, be nice to Her girlfriends or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                     YOU&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are so not getting Her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-2878966984690296761?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/2878966984690296761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=2878966984690296761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/2878966984690296761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/2878966984690296761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/09/girlfriend-and-her-friends.html' title='Girlfriend and her friends.'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-7073546407924456805</id><published>2009-09-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:20:07.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs, boys and Men.</title><content type='html'>Who better to write an entry on frogs, boys and Men other then me, the most scandalous girl among my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic, as this post title reads, &lt;strong&gt;frogs, boys and Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life girls have to kiss tons for frogs till one of those poof turns into a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a girl which frog turned into a prince on your first kiss, you are either damn lucky or the price is a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I always believed of that 'frog poof prince' story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till recently! I have been conned by fairy tales. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, frogs &lt;strong&gt;WILL NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; *poof* into princes. NUH UH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princes are not from frogs, ewww, imagine how disgusting that can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princes are Men. &lt;strong&gt;M E N&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with MEN, I don't mean any human with a penis! NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Men. Well you see I classified males into 2 categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce the first category, &lt;em&gt;Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boys are the group who we girls date mostly in the period of life where we are studying or just coming out to work. And girls meet boys all their life. Nope can't run away from me because boys are every where in Malaysia! TO describe 'boys', they want their own way and when they don't get it they throw tantrums, yep, like a 5 year old kid, only worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second catagory, &lt;em&gt;Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yums~Men are the group who we girls shall meet more in our life when we get a job, a career and move up the social ladder. Yes Men. Men are the prince we girls are looking for in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, does not make the girl he loves cry. Never.&lt;br /&gt;Men, he is sure of himself yet gentle to Her.&lt;br /&gt;Men, he solves problems, not create them.&lt;br /&gt;Men, will make the girl he love smile, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Men, he is matured when it comes to life, yet yearns for Her tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;Men, burdens he will carry, never to let Her carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on and on. But I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND two major points that separates a man to a boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOTH&lt;/strong&gt; have octopus hands and hormones &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A man know how to keep his hands (and penis) to himself, for himself and for Her,&lt;br /&gt;While, a boy &lt;strong&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man &lt;strong&gt;gives,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;While, a boy &lt;strong&gt;takes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, girls, STOP kissing frogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have to find a Man, &lt;em&gt;your Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And when you find Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ever let go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And boys?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Grow up, please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-7073546407924456805?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/7073546407924456805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=7073546407924456805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/7073546407924456805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/7073546407924456805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/09/frogs-boys-and-men.html' title='Frogs, boys and Men.'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-7779878846198230230</id><published>2009-09-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:26:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>090909?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the 24 hours of 090909 is finally over. and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09 SEPTEMBER 2009 WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-E-P-T-E-M-B-E-R = 9&lt;br /&gt;W-E-D-N-E-S-D-A-Y = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the highlight of the newspaper of this auspicious day is of course &lt;strong&gt;Marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And one of my not so close friend got proposed today. Read it off her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are like getting married around me and it's frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, frightening, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, just last night my God brother told me he is going to wed my sister in law next year. He is planning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; in January and the wedding will be around May or June. In a way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yippie&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to be brides maid. In another, I need to travel to Australia for the wedding. Where to dig money? Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm going to find a way some how! He means &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the topic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the word marriage makes me feel all kinds of feelings that I can't put into words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because I feel that I'm always stuck between two worlds and am trying hard to fit in. It's like a jigsaw puzzle where you turn and turn the piece and you realise it does not belong to the set and not with the second set either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a perfectionist when it comes down to things. I'm the type you do your best or you don't do at all that's me. And it's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, juggling both studies and work makes me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frus&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Frus&lt;/span&gt; as in I don't even have time to breath juggling both but I feel like I'm not going anywhere. It's like something is missing and I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;achieving&lt;/span&gt; something. When I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frus&lt;/span&gt;, I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I give up, I give up on life itself, and when I give up I bug my boyfriend with one sentence :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby marry me&lt;/strong&gt;, I don't want to study...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BLEAH&lt;/span&gt;! Very thick skinned right? Me proposing instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jumps around*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he will be speechless and I get it and change topic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gemini&lt;/span&gt; I'm like &lt;em&gt;Dell&lt;/em&gt; with a dual-core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first core is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pwencessa&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; princess that goes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; over cute stuff and pink stuff, that jumps around and does funny faces and dreams of her castle and prince charming on a white horse, carefree and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second core is Cris, the girl pretending to be a woman. Working her butt off for Anna Sui, Victoria Secret, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MacbookPro&lt;/span&gt; and the TOP. Wanting to one day make Cris a brand. Herself as a brand. Dominating, fighting and jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, when there is this 2 cores, sometimes the wrong core comes out in a situation which demands the other core. And it's not the matter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;switching&lt;/span&gt; it. Nah uh. It could take hours to change the core or bribery. And there is the time where both cores gets tangled up and comes out as one, oh the drama, it makes people's jaw drop and some wants to slap me but I go Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my post you might also notice that sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pwencessa&lt;/span&gt; is the one writing and sometimes it's Cris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you could tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-7779878846198230230?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/7779878846198230230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=7779878846198230230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/7779878846198230230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/7779878846198230230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/09/090909.html' title='090909?'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-6997874763078955520</id><published>2009-08-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:26:53.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's going to be all right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I bet everyone of us hits a rough patch in life, now and then. Cuts and stabs to the heart, some minor and some major ones. The minor ones takes a long time to heal and the major ones takes an even longer time to heal or sometimes does not heal and when it does heal, often leaves a scar. Well, everyone has a scarred heart, other then a 1 day old baby, maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we are in that state of 'hurt' and 'pain' we are often driven to do things that hurt others that ends up hurting ourselves even more. Not true? Try to think back the times you got hurt, it might be a break up, study problem, a fight, a family problem, a financial problem....the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a person is hurt, they will dwell in that hurt. I've come across many people who live in self denial when they are hurt. Remember times you tell yourself or your friends/family members :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" OR "It's going to be OK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can live without that guy/girl, I'm better off single"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"F*** everyone, I'm better off alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me tell you this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S NOT OK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are in hurt and you need somebody to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find someone that you really know and trust and just lay your heart out, it will feel much better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cry and just let go of that hurt! Who says guys should not cry?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't find a friend or it's a huge secret, call a local help line, example : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BEFRIENDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;03-79568144 or 03-79568145 (Open 24 hours!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If it is a really major hurt that feels like it has cut your heart in two, where you feel that :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you have no reason to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't go on living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your problem have eaten you up so much that you just wish it all would end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trust me, it's not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It may seam like everything is bleak and grey where no colours exist anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to know something? The sky is always blue, it's only when the dark clouds covers it where it seams all dark and grey, but beyond those dark and grey clouds, is still a very blue sky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is like that! When we let hurt, rejections, failures, disappointments and stress cloud up our blue blue sky all we see are just grey skies and dark clouds we tend to forget that blue blue sky beyond those dark clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Start breaking up those dark clouds, make them pour by sharing that burden with someone, shrink those dark clouds to let your blue sky peak through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another way is by pushing the dark clouds aside to let a bit of that blue sky beyond shine through. How? Look in to your memory of pass blue skies, how blue the sky was before it became all cloudy with those dark and grey clouds. Those dark and grey clouds that you are able to get rid off and have those blue skies once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or it might be simple as starting to appreciate the things you have in life, a family, a roof over your head, the food that you get to eat, and your very own life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My own recipe for my own blue sky is finding a patch of blue each day. For me is sunshine, my stinky pillow, a yummy bowl of curry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; or warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lemak&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;, Him, a nice cup of Green Tea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frap&lt;/span&gt; from Starbucks...the list goes on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also try to share my patch of blue sky with some one each day, a simple smile and thank you goes a long way. Smile and say thank you to the person that makes your coffee, the person that serves you food, the person that holds the lift for you, the postman......!! A smile costs nothing you know? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is like the sky, not everyday is a sunny day with blue skies, there are times where it will be dark and cloudy but after it has pass, blue sunny sky is here again once more. The choice is in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want to let your sky be cloud up with those dark and grey clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want to step up and start getting rid of those dark and grey clouds, to have your own piece of blue blue sky once more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-6997874763078955520?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/6997874763078955520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=6997874763078955520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/6997874763078955520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/6997874763078955520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-going-to-be-all-right.html' title='It&apos;s going to be all right.'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-8821377512864318296</id><published>2009-08-27T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:45:31.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just woke up from a dream about half an hour ago. When I go to sleep at night, I rather like a dreamless sleep then a one with a dream. I do not know if it happen only to me or it's the same with every one's dreams, but mine is a full length dream that feels really really real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mean real, it's like a HD definition real, it feels real and it sticks in my brain even after I wake up. I even wake up to aching arms and legs as if I was there in my dream, running and being attack. My dream goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a ship with a lot of people, all of us on board had one thing in common, we were fugitives. Running away from some sort of crime we committed, our ship was sailing and sailing and one by one people began to 'die'...horrible death with lots of blood and gruesome death bodies. And I was always there to see those people die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the dream unfolds, and I was in an airport, my boat landed or something and I could not board a plane, I had to take a bus. Suddenly, I had powers, powers to push things, but not like super powers, it was like I can push a bus but maybe for a few meters of so. Then suddenly I was on the run with my maid and baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 'husband' that was a giant that was looking for me and our baby. And I was keeping the baby away from him. He almost found us we were running and running from one place to another. Then he nearly found us but we hid in an apartment where there was another woman with a kid, we asked her to keep quiet and hid in a room and close all the curtains so that my husband will not be able to peek in through the windows. The funny thing was that my husband, the giant, did not bang down any buildings, just that with his every step the earth will shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that...I think I woke up or I forgot...The ending is a blur, yet, so vivid and real. And my arms and legs are aching; it was like I really ran with my baby in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the dream sound really lame but if you were having that dream, you will know why I'm so disturb by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dreams bring any meanings in particular?&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Like people use to tell me, &lt;em&gt;"You are just thinking too much!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Are your dreams as vivid, real and disturbing as mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/3278912051435049989-8821377512864318296?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/8821377512864318296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=8821377512864318296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/8821377512864318296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/8821377512864318296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-1597589158681103</id><published>2009-08-26T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:22:24.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends knows best.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life, up to now, I've 13 ex boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 13, I think my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; have met like 4 or 5 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their reactions towards my boyfriend, tells me many things. Most importantly, if the guy deserves having me as his girlfriend. And I can say through experience, they are always right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example one, Mr.B. Mr.B was a really handsome guy and I was totally head over heels when we first started off. He had this dashing look and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caucasian&lt;/span&gt; look, even when he is a pure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. When I first introduced him to my best friends, they agreed that he was no doubt handsome but they felt he couldn't be trusted and was not worth my time. True enough, he cheated on me and broke up with me 3 days before my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example two, Mr.S. Mr.S was my first so called serious boyfriend. When I introduced him to my friends, I saw the reaction on their faces, and I knew he was not the one. But as many girls would say, when you are in love nothing else matters but him. I woke up from that illusion after a tug of war of him not letting me go of six months. Phew! All the signs were shown to me through my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; but I ignored them and paid the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.......it's all good! I've learn my lesson and my current bf is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; approved! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first introduced Him to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt;. They all could get along with him and laugh together. What more can I say when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; come up to me and say things like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He is a damn nice guy!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can see that you have found the one!"&lt;br /&gt;"He is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jeng&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the top thing, they have a nick name for him which he knows and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mind, and we laugh about it together! Internal joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; knows what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He deserves Me. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;Je T'aime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is your boyfriend OR crush, bestie approved??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think about it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-1597589158681103?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/1597589158681103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=1597589158681103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/1597589158681103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/1597589158681103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-friends-knows-best.html' title='Best friends knows best.'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3278912051435049989.post-8380926432878735685</id><published>2009-08-25T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:23:16.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life partner for a price?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Further down were a list of "cupid" companies that offer 'friendship' and 'the one'...with a special fee...*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kaching&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was reading The Star just now while having my Subway break feast with milk. Flipping through the star casually browsing interesting news with that catchy tag line. From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ's&lt;/span&gt; 'milk' till tattoo fish for good luck, nothing caught much of my attention till I flip to the ads section. Browsing through the ads I spotted an ad which read : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"32 single simple caring IT exec seeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; carrier lady. Friendship/matrimony. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A huge smirk spread across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have many friends that are much older then me and 'married'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why the open and close inverted comas&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, they are either in the verge of divorce or physically and mentally divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And they all tell me the same thing, maybe in different words but still the same bottom line :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"DON'T GET MARRIED."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While same people out there are constantly finding for a life partner, those with life partners want to get rid of their life partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember this joke I read somewhere quite long ago, that goes something like this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A man want his,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daughter on the cover of Maxim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mistress&lt;/span&gt; on the cover of Playboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And wife on the cover of missing persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what is it that while people that have partners are trying to 'get rid' of their partners while there are people that are actually spending money to find for a life partner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think bout it.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3278912051435049989-8380926432878735685?l=pwencessac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/feeds/8380926432878735685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3278912051435049989&amp;postID=8380926432878735685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/8380926432878735685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3278912051435049989/posts/default/8380926432878735685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pwencessac.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-for-sale.html' title='Life partner for a price?'/><author><name>Cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10370677299497717812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
