<?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-9220857107105232038</id><updated>2011-08-03T13:39:30.795-07:00</updated><category term='Speaking Out'/><category term='Reporting In'/><category term='Posting Nonsense'/><category term='Feeling Lost'/><category term='Mumbling Away'/><category term='Going on and on'/><category term='Joking Around'/><category term='Tired Of It All'/><title type='text'>My Mind,My Thoughts,My Views</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-8636243504320274895</id><published>2009-09-01T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:49:57.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posting Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>18! A day too late but who cares right? 18!18!18!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-8636243504320274895?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/8636243504320274895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=8636243504320274895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8636243504320274895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8636243504320274895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6766476260158017635</id><published>2009-08-11T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:43:09.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Out'/><title type='text'>Race:Time For A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" height="50"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td align="right" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                 The opportunity to study abroad is gift. I remember my days as a student in Belfast so long ago. Now as then, overseas study gives us the chance to be educated at some of the finest, best established institutions of higher learning anywhere, and to be exposed to the best that has been thought and done, and to measure ourselves against the highest standards. It is an opportunity to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel and living abroad takes us far away from home, but in doing so it also brings us closer to ourselves, and closer to home. Have you experienced this? Have you felt time and distance making you more conscious of how unique and precious the places, relationships, colours, smells and yes, tastes, of home are? Distance can help us see things more clearly. Home is such an immediate, dense and total experience that we often need to go away to see its contours. Home is such an emotional experience that we often understand it better in the coolness of distance. We sometimes need the elevation of distance to see the map of our own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use this privileged distance that we now share, here in Melbourne, to speak frankly with you today about a matter that is usually so tightly wound up, so emotional, that at a national level we have not been able to have a rational discussion about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to invite you to look across this distance at the map of the life in common that we call our country. I want to look across the distance of fifty two years of independence, across changes over my own lifetime, to understand where we have come from as a nation and where we are going. My topic is race and racial consciousness in Malaysian life, and especially in our politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="subtitle"&gt;Race in the political life of Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our social and political life is racialised to a degree seen in few other countries in the world. There are historical reasons for this. Malaysia was, at its birth, a country deeply divided along communal lines. We negotiated and attained independence with a power-sharing arrangement between the leaders of the three major racial communities as represented by the Alliance coalition. The agreement and cooperation of these leaders ensured peace and stability while we modernised our economy. The skill and integrity of these leaders, and their clear authority among their own communities was key to the success of this model, which is sometimes described by political scientists as consociational democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This arrangement lasted only 12 years. After the traumatic riots of May 1969, we underwent a period of rule under the National Operations Council before Parliament was restored. The New Economic Policy was drafted and put into action. A new coalition, the Barisan Nasional, was put together to ensure that every community had a place at the table. Once more, the idea was to resolve conflict within a consociational power-sharing arrangement. Each community was to have a place at the table. Conflicts were to be solved between the leaders of these communities, behind closed doors. This arrangement was useful and effective for its time, but we have to wake up to the fact that it no longer works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to understand why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never meant to be a permanent solution. Our method of racial power-sharing is primarily a system for resolving conflict in a deeply divided society. It was designed as an interim work-around, an early stage on the way to “a more perfect union” and not as the desired end-state. Over the years, however, we have put up barricades around our system as if it were a fore-ordained and permanent ideal. In doing so, we have turned a half-way house into our destination, as if we must forever remain a racially divided and racially governed society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, our ideal must be to become a free and united society in which individuals can express their ethnic and religious identities without being imprisoned in them. We must aim for a society in which public reasoning and not backroom dealing determines our collective decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power-sharing model that we started life with is an elite style of government justified by the virtue and competence of natural leaders of their communities. It needs special conditions. It does not work when political parties are led by the ignorant and the corrupt who have no standing in the communities they claim to represent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs genuine agreement and cooperation between leaders who command support in their own communities and are universally respected. It will not work if the power-sharing coalition is overly dominated by one person and the others are there as token representatives. Our founding fathers negotiated, cooperated and shared responsibility as equals and as friends within a power-sharing framework. The communal interests they represented were articulated within the overarching vision of a united Malaysia. In the intervening years, as power came to be concentrated in the Executive, we preserved only the outward appearance of power-sharing. In reality we have had top-down rule and power has become increasingly unaccountable. Each of our political parties has also become more top-down, ruled by eternal incumbents who protect their position with elaborate restrictions on contests. Umno itself has become beholden to the Executive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our decades under highly-centralised government undermined our power-sharing formula, just as it undermined key institutions such as the judiciary, the police and the rule of law. Our major institutions have survived in appearance while their substance has eroded. Seen in this light, the election results of March 8, which saw the Barisan Nasional handed its worst defeat since 1969, was just the beginning of the collapse of a structure which has long been hollowed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="subtitle"&gt;The end of the old, but not quite the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racial power-sharing model now practiced by Barisan is broken. It takes more honesty than we are used to in public life to observe that this is not a temporary but a terminal crisis. An old order is ending. Our problem is that while this past winds down, smoothly or otherwise, the future is not yet here. We are caught in between. Despite our having become a more economically advanced society, with many opportunities for our citizens to express richly plural identities, our races have become increasingly polarised. Large numbers of our electorate still vote along ethnic and religious lines. Much of our political ground is still racially demarcated. Although we have made some progress towards truly multiracial politics, both the Government and the Opposition are largely mobilised along racial lines. It is not yet time to herald a new dawn. Instead, we are in a transition full of perils and possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are this generation caught between. You are the generation of transition. You will play a key role in determining its outcome. However well a certain kind of politics of racial identity may have served to reduce conflict in the past, it has come to the end of its useful life. We need a new beginning to racial relations in Malaysia, and you must pioneer that beginning. We need to re-design race relations in Malaysia, and you must be the architects and builders of that design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In coming to that new design I hope you take advantage of the perspective of distance that your overseas education has given you to not take as your starting point the tired answers that are passed on as conventional wisdom. You must reformulate the questions and come up with your own answers. When it is clear that one generation may have run out of steam, it is time to generate your own. Where do you begin? May I suggest some perspectives and principles. Whatever the answers we come up with, I think the following elements are important:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin with our common humanity. Respect our common humanity must override all lesser affiliations, including race. One of Islam's most powerful contributions to human civilisation has been its insistence on the equality of all human beings. Islam tolerates no notions of racial superiority or inferiority. All human beings are equal before God. That same principle of equality is absolutely fundamental to democracy, and democracy is a foundational principle of our Constitution. Democracy is part of what makes us who we are as a nation. Even if we might still gravitate towards racial groupings, our allegiance to these groups must never overshadow our allegiance to the Constitution, and to the claims of equal dignity that it establishes firmly and permanently. Political parties based on race or religion must never be allowed to do or say anything contrary to justice and equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must anchor ourselves in the Constitution and restore its primacy. This founding document of our country establishes definitively the equality of citizenship that is the bedrock of democracy. It gives us the framework of law and order within which we become a nation. It establishes the primacy of the rule of law, the sovereignty of Parliament, the independence of the judiciary and civil service and of our law enforcement agencies. These are the institutions which guarantee the freedom and sovereignty of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should acknowledge that while race is a category that unites people in common feeling, it can also divide, and divide disastrously. While it unites people who possess a set of social markers it often divides the same people from other communities. We should appreciate not just the fact that we are diverse but diverse in different ways. What I mean by this is that we are not diverse in the sense of being merely Malay, a Chinese, an Indian, a Kadazan, Iban and so forth. Each of us inhabits these particular identities in different ways. Each of us is not just a member of a race. There are other classifications which matter to us, such as location, class, social status, occupation, language, politics and others. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="subtitle"&gt;Is race the most important thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;We would be terribly impoverished as persons if our identity was given ahead of time and once and for all merely by our membership of a fixed racial category. I would be a very dull person if you could tell who I was simply by looking up my race. We would never have unity if that is primarily how we regard one another. If you reflect on yourselves, you might find that all kinds of identity matter to you: that you are a graduate of such and such a university, that you speak these languages, support this football team, enjoy certain food or music, love to travel, can write computer code, have read such and such books, and have so-and-so as friends. Just reflect on how you identify yourselves in your facebook profiles. Is race the only thing you regard as important about yourselves? Is it the most important thing?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;To expect our politics to be given by our race is to make cardboard images of ourselves, it is to retard our growth as individuals and hence as a society. Similarly to see no more of others than their race is to turn them into stereotypes and maintain a view of the world bordering on racist. I want to urge you, as the makers of the new social landscape we need in Malaysia, to reject taking race to be a unique and fixed categorisation, to reject race as a central category of social and political life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race is a constructed category, in the sense that people shape what they count as a “race” according to time, place and purpose. There is no unique and rigid concept of it the way there is a rigid concept of buoyancy, double-entry book-keeping, equilateral triangles and photosynthesis. I would be offended if you tried to measure and determine my racial identity, and it would tell me that there was something deeply wrong with your worldview. I am not Malay in the sense in which water is H2O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race is merely one among many identities we take up in life. We may not have much choice over how others categorise us, but we certainly have a choice about the relative importance to place on our own and therefore on the others' racial identity. We have a choice in how much weight we put on it, and in how high in our scheme of values we put it. The contrast I want to draw is between the view that makes race out to be a unique and fundamental category, and a view that sees race as one out of many kinds of identification we could prioritise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we see race as a watertight category, then you are either of race X or not, and everything else: your habits, thought-patterns, loyalties and politics must all follow from that. Then race becomes destiny. The politics of this kind of conception of race will always divide, and the ultimate solution to intra-racial problems it leads us to is, in the end, violence. It is easy to identify the practitioners of this kind of racial politics. They will rely on veiled threats of communal violence even as they take part in democratic politics.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;However, if we understand that racial identity is just one of many identities we have to balance, then it becomes our duty as thinking persons to set relative priorities on all these identifications. We need to ask ourselves whether we want to draw our moral values and perspective from our common humanity or from our racial identity. As educated, reasoning people, we cannot but find our common humanity the more fundamental value. We cannot but find rationally chosen universal values more important than inherited tribal affiliations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to root ourselves in our common humanity first and foremost is the prerequisite for the development of a democratic society in which policies are decided by public reasoning rather than determined by violence and manipulation. This is because open public reasoning can only be carried out where there is equal respect for the dignity and rights of all citizens, and such respect must be firmly rooted in an understanding that despite sometimes clashing interests and identities, we are united by a more fundamental common identity: that of a shared humanity created by God. Our common humanity gives us moral obligations to one another, regardless of our lesser affiliations in a way that racial identity does not?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="subtitle"&gt;Time to embrace the diversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to arrive at new ways of mediating conflicting claims between the races, new ways of bringing people to the table, of including everyone in the decisionmaking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These new ways must be based on more open conceptions of who we are. Malaysia's major races have lived together not just for decades but for centuries. Their cultures have interacted for millenia. In that time there has been mutual influence, admixture and cross-pollination at a depth and on a scale that our politics, popular culture and educational curriculum has largely pretended does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;In my own parliamentary constituency, jungle covered, far inland and one of the most remote in the peninsula (it used to be known as Ulu Kelantan and covered half the state, and when I started there I had to travel to it by boat), is a six hundred year old Chinese community, perhaps the oldest in the peninsula, living in peace with their Malay and Orang Asli neighbours. Why pretend that we do not owe so much to each other that we would not be ourselves without each other? At the level at which people actually live we are already inextricably linked to each other.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;It is time to embrace this real diversity in our political and personal lives. Our racial identities are not silos in a cornfield, forever separate, encased in steel, but trees in our rainforest: standing distinct but inexplicable without each other and constantly co-evolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While giving room to whoever wants to organise and advocate political interests according to our ethnic and religious affinities, we must now, very firmly, assert that such affinities must always recognise the priority and primacy of our common citizenship, our equal dignity, and above all, our common humanity before each other and before God. First we are human beings who are open to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My young friends, I am not recommending anything novel. These are cardinal principle of our Constitution and the faiths we profess, most especially of Islam, and of reason itself. Let us have the sense of perspective to see our ethnic identities against these cornerstone principles of religion and ethics, and let us now educate our young, apprentice our youth, and conduct ourselves according to these principles. And then let us have a new beginning for Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;script&gt;hr('100%')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The above speech was delivered at Melbourne University at an event organized by the Umno Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article is taken from MalaysiaKini website and is written by Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-6766476260158017635?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6766476260158017635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6766476260158017635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6766476260158017635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6766476260158017635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/08/racetime-for-new-beginning.html' title='Race:Time For A New Beginning'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-5395992626684423007</id><published>2009-07-04T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:39:14.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Back For the weekend...</title><content type='html'>Started my studies at UTM,Universiti teknologi malaysia....&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuff to tell but I am not bothered to do so at the moment,maybe later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-5395992626684423007?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/5395992626684423007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=5395992626684423007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5395992626684423007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5395992626684423007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-for-weekend.html' title='Back For the weekend...'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-1297089875016390042</id><published>2009-06-05T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:01:45.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Out'/><title type='text'>Salaam</title><content type='html'>Salaam,if your a muslim then you ve probably heard that some stuff regarding the giving of salaam to non-muslim regarding replying and also greeting them with salam. If you only bothered to listen to ur ustaz or ustazah then you most probably had been told that u cant or can only reply with a certain way of replying but if your the type to think,to ponder if that is really how is suppose to be then i bid you to open this link and read it so that you may decide for yourself which of it do you believe or want to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suhaibwebb.com/blog/minority-fiqh/rules-of-greeting-non-muslims-in-islam-saying-salaamreplying-salaam-bynurideen-lemu-an-nigeri/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal stand of this issue? I am not against giving salaam to non-muslim or replying those who greet me with salaam with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wa’alaikumus-Salaam&lt;/span&gt;(spelling may differ) as long as it is said with good intend,heck,I might even practice it myself one day though not at this very moment becoz the people in this country are not as open to this culture or way of thinking like other muslim around the world and I mean why not do it?Other parts of the world practice it too,muslim and non-muslim greet each other with salaam and I must admit it is sad that the people in this country cant open their minds to such culture.Salaam in its english translation means "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace be upon you&lt;/span&gt;",it hold such a beautiful meaning?Peace,who are we to deny peace to other people of different religion?Peace belong to all,regardless of race,religion,origins and background so I beg you all to remember that peace does not belong to one race,one religion but to all who live in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I say,to my non-muslim friend,if you wish to greet me with salaam(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assalamu alaikum&lt;/span&gt;) then i shall return the favour to you on another occasion and i shall reply you with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wa’alaikumus-Salaam&lt;/span&gt; but please do so with good intent and none of the opposite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my muslim friends,I am sorry if anything I said might hurt you or that my opinion might offend you but I shall not retract anything that I have said thus far,because it is my opinion,there is no right or wrong in this topic,believe in what you want to believe and force it not upon others because you do not know which is right and which is wrong,only Allah S.W.T knows the answer as does with all the un-answered question we have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I would to end this post with this,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assalamu-alaikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all who read this and also thank you for reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-1297089875016390042?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/1297089875016390042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=1297089875016390042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1297089875016390042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1297089875016390042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/06/salaam.html' title='Salaam'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-9083426361437652437</id><published>2009-05-27T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:20:09.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Thank You....</title><content type='html'>Thank you barcelona!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me happiness!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for curing my heartache!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for playing such a superb game!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for winning!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-9083426361437652437?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/9083426361437652437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=9083426361437652437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/9083426361437652437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/9083426361437652437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank You....'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-8759120604484654474</id><published>2009-05-13T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:27:44.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Men Are From Mars,Women Are From Venus(school Version)</title><content type='html'>Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by  an English professor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor told his class one day: "Today we  will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple.  Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right.  As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story.  You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The  partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the  story and send it back, also sending another copy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first  person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to  re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent.  There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you  wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a  conclusion has been reached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was actually turned in by two  of his English students, Rebecca and Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first  paragraph by Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she  wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home,  now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he  liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off  Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much  her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the  question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(second paragraph by Gary)&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl  Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more  important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic  bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago.  "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic communicator.  "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could  sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole  through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out  of his seat and across the cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;He bumped his head and  died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for  psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon  afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers  of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"  Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her  and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days  had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no television to  distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things  around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered  wistfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gary)&lt;br /&gt;Little did she know, but she had less than 10  seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership  launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy  peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the  congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who  were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of  the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough  firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly  initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the  atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine  headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably  massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;This  is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner  is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gary)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah?  Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at  writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea?  Or shall I have some other sort of F_KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm  such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele  novels!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;as*hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gary)&lt;br /&gt;b****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;F__K  YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gary)&lt;br /&gt;Go drink some tea - whore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-8759120604484654474?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/8759120604484654474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=8759120604484654474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8759120604484654474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8759120604484654474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-are-from-marswomen-are-from.html' title='Men Are From Mars,Women Are From Venus(school Version)'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-7662311688277666426</id><published>2009-05-13T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:33:56.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Relationship Joke,3rd Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick Thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a late afternoon get-together of co-workers, a man drove  his secretary home because she had too much to drink. Although nothing happened  between the two of them, he decided to not bother mentioning it to his  wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, the man and his wife were driving to a movie  when he suddenly noticed a high-heeled shoe sticking out from under the  passenger seat. Thinking fast, he asked his wife to watch out her window for a  parking spot near the theater and as she was busy looking, he grabbed the shoe  and tossed it out of his window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at the theater a few  minutes later and were about to get out of the car when his wife asked,  "Darling, have you seen my other shoe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Good News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman called her husband at work and told him she  had some good news and some bad news. "Which do you want first?" she  asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh the husband replied, "Let me have the good news first  dear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok," she said, "well ... the air bags work ... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Call This Fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angry wife was complaining to her husband about  his spending all his time at the pub, so he decided to take her along one  night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What'll ya have?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I guess I'll just have  the same as you," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the husband ordered a couple of Jack  Daniel's and threw his back in one gulp. His wife watched him, then took a sip  from her glass and immediately spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck!" she spluttered. "That  was horrible. I don't know how you can drink this stuff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there  you go," cried the husband. "And you think I'm out enjoying myself every night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Much For Mom's Advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man phoned his mother and excitedly  announced that he had just met the woman of his dreams. "What should I do now,  Mom?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you send her flowers and, on the card,  invite her to your place for a home cooked meal?" his mother  suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man thought this sounded like a great idea. A week  later, the woman came to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, his mother called him  to see how things had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never been so humiliated, Mom," he  moaned. "She insisted on washing the dishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with that?"  asked his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We hadn't started eating yet!" groaned the young man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Couple of Black Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis arrived home from  work one day sporting two black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What on earth happened to you?"  asked his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, while I was on the bus this morning going to work  this fat lady got up to get off," Louis explained. "As she passed by, I noticed  that her skirt was caught up in the crack of her butt. Hoping to save her some  embarrassment, I reached over and pulled it out and she turned around and hit me  in the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And how do you explain the other eye?" his wife  inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I figured I must have done something wrong," Louis said,  "so as she turned to walk away, I reached over and tucked it back in!" &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10826253--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td id="rate_10826253" style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!-- THE POST --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tie Me Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man comes home from work and is  greeted by his wife. She's dressed in a sexy little nightie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tie me up,"  she purrs, "and you can do anything you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he ties her up and  goes out for a round of golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lose The Beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married man was spending the  afternoon with his girlfriend when she asked that he shave his beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I  do like your beard, John, but I would really love to see your handsome face,"  she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife loves this beard, honey," he replied. "I couldn't  possibly shave it. She would kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, please?" his girlfriend  purred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really, I can't," he replied. "My wife loves this  beard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriend asked once more, and he sighed and finally gave  in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, John crawled into bed with his wife while she was  sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife stirred, felt his face, and said, "Oh, Robert, you  shouldn't be here. My husband will be home soon!"  &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10855898--&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Morning After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam wakes up at home with a huge hangover. Forcing  himself to open his eyes, the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a  glass of water on the side table. He sits down and notices his clothes in front  of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in  perfect order, all spotless and clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the  aspirins and notices a note on the table, "Sweetheart, your breakfast is on the  stove. I had to leave early to go shopping. Love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he goes to the  kitchen and, sure enough, there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper.  His son is sitting at the table, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened last night, son?"  Sam asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Well, you came home after 3:00 AM, very drunk  and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a  black eye when you stumbled into the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, Sam asks, "So, why  is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for  me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take  your pants off, you said, 'Lady, leave me alone. I'm married'," his son replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage Lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On their 40th wedding anniversary and during the  banquet celebrating it, Tom was asked to give his friends a brief account of the  benefits of a marriage of such long duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us Tom, just what is  it you have learned from all those wonderful years with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom  responds, "Well, I've learned that marriage is the best teacher of all. It  teaches you loyalty, forbearance, meekness, self-restraint, forgiveness --and a  great many other qualities you wouldn't have needed if you'd stayed single."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supermarket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man approached a very beautiful  woman in a large supermarket and said, "You know, I've lost my wife somewhere in  this huge supermarket. Can you talk to me for a couple of minutes?" "Why?" she  asks. "Because every time I talk to a beautiful woman, my wife suddenly appears  out of nowhere and I'm tired of looking for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything I Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married couple is driving down the interstate  doing 55 mph. The husband is behind the wheel. His wife looks over at him and  says, "Honey, I know we've been married for 15 years, but, I want a  divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says nothing but slowly increases speed to 60  mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then says, "I don't want you to try to talk me out of it,  because I've been having an affair with your best friend, and he's a much better  lover than you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the husband stays quiet and just speeds up as his  anger increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I want the house." Again the husband speeds  up, and now is doing 70 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, "I want the kids, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  husband just keeps driving faster, and faster, now he's up to 80 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  says, "I want the car, the checking account, and all the credit cards,  too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband slowly starts to veer toward a bridge overpass piling,  as she says, "Is there anything you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, "No, I've  got everything I need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks, "What's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband  replies just before they hit the wall at 90 mph, "I've got&lt;br /&gt;the airbag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_11090076--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Return of The Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funeral service is being held for a woman who  has just passed away. As the pallbearers are carrying out the casket, they  accidentally bump into a wall. Hearing a faint moan from inside, the woman's  husband opens the casket and finds that his wife is actually alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  dies again, 10 years later, at which point her husband has to go through another  funeral. This time when the pallbearers carry the casket toward the door, the  husband yells out, "Watch out for that f***ing wall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women Skinny Dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man in North Carolina had owned a  large farm for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a large pond in the back, fixed up  nice; picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees. The pond  was properly shaped and fixed up for swimming when it was built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One  evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there  for a while, and look it over. He grabbed a five gallon bucket to bring back  some fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing  with glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he came closer , he saw it was a bunch of young women  skinny-dipping in his pond. He made the women aware of his presence and they all  went to the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women shouted to him, "We're not coming  out until you leave!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man frowned and replied, "I didn't come  down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked."  Holding the bucket up he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here to feed the alligator."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was on his deathbed and gasped pitifully. "Give me one last request,  Dear," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, Jerry," his wife said softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six  months after I die," he said, "I want you to marry Bob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I thought  you hated Bob," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his last breath Jerry said, "I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shy guy goes into a bar and sees a beautiful woman sitting  at the bar. After an hour of gathering up his courage, he finally goes over to  her and asks tentatively. "Would you mind if I chatted with you for a  while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she responds by yelling, at the top of her lungs, "NO, I  WON'T SLEEP WITH YOU TONIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the bar is now staring at  them. Naturally, the guy is hopelessly and completely embarrassed and he slinks  back to his table. After a few minutes, the woman walks over to him and  apologizes. She smiles at him and says, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. You  see, I'm a journalist and I've got an assignment to study how people respond to  embarrassing situations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he responds, at the top of his lungs,  "WHAT DO YOU MEAN $200?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blonde Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so  she goes out and buys a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and  when she opens the door she finds him in the arms of a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the  blonde is really angry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does  so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her  head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend yells, "No, honey, don't do it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde  replies, "Shut up, you're next!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Like Your Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asks her class, ''If there are 5 birds  sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?'' She calls  on little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''None, they all fly away with the first  gunshot.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replies, ''The correct answer is 4, but I like  your thinking.'' Then Little Johnny says, ''I have a question for YOU. There are  three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the  sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and  sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is  married?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, ''Well I suppose  the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''The correct  answer is the one with the wedding ring on...but I like your thinking.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough For A while,read too much jokes as it is..need a break...more to come,in a few days or soooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-7662311688277666426?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/7662311688277666426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=7662311688277666426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/7662311688277666426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/7662311688277666426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-joke3rd-compilation.html' title='Relationship Joke,3rd Compilation'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-659955507028121032</id><published>2009-05-13T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:34:02.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Dictionary Of Dating</title><content type='html'>DATING: The process of spending enormous amounts of money, time, and energy to get better acquainted with a person whom you don't especially like in the present and will learn to like a lot less in the future.&lt;br /&gt;EASY: A term used to describe a woman who has the morals of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EYE CONTACT: A method utilized by a single woman to communicate to a man that she is interested in him. Despite being advised to do so, many women have difficulty looking a man directly in the eyes, not necessarily due to the shyness, but usually due to the fact that a woman's eyes are not located in her chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIEND: A member of the opposite sex in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIFFERENCE: A woman's feeling towards a man, which is interpreted by the man as "playing hard to get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATING HABIT: What the endearing little qualities that initially attract two people to each other turn into after a few months together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYMPHOMANIAC: A man's term for a woman who wants to do it more often than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBER: A condition in which it is almost impossible to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTRACTION: The act of associating horniness with a particular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AT 1st SIGHT: What occurs when two extremely horny, but not entirely choosy people meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAW OF RELATIVITY: How attractive a given person appears to be is directly proportionate to how unattractive your date is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-659955507028121032?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/659955507028121032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=659955507028121032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/659955507028121032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/659955507028121032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/dictionary-of-dating.html' title='Dictionary Of Dating'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-4349356042689151703</id><published>2009-05-13T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:56:26.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Relationship Joke,2nd Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's Guilty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 O'clock in the morning, a resounding noise came form outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman, sort of bewildered, jumps up from the bed and yells at the man:&lt;br /&gt;- "Shit!, that must be my husband!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guy quickly got out of bed , scared, and naked. He jumped out the window like a crazy man, smashed himself on the ground, went through a thorn bush, then he stood up and started to run fast to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes later he returns and tells the woman:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm your husband, you slut!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the woman answers:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, yeah?!! And why were you f***ing running?!! You son of a b*tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after the marriage you can read it from below .....upwards !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clemson Wedding -- A long, true story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story about a recent wedding that took place at Clemson University. This was a huge wedding with over 300 guests. After the wedding at the reception, the groom got up on stage and took the microphone to talk to the crowd. He said that he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from long distances, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and groom's families for coming and to thank his new father-in-law for providing such a fabulous reception. To thank everyone for coming and bringing gifts and everything, he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift from just him. Taped to the bottom of everyone's chair (even the chairs of the wedding party) was a manila envelope. He said that was his gift to everyone, and told everyone to open their envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;Inside each manila envelope was an 8x10 picture of his best man having sex with the bride. (He had gotten suspicious of the two of them and hired a private detective to trail them weeks prior to the wedding.) After he stood there and watched the people's reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the best man and said ''F--- you !'' he then turned to the bride and said ''F--- you !'' and then he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said..... ''Thanks, I'm out of here.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the marriage annulled first thing that Monday morning. While most of us would have broken off the engagement immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with it anyway as if nothing was wrong. His revenge: 1) Making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300 guest wedding and reception. 2) Letting everyone know exactly what did happen. 3) And best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of all of their friends, their parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, nieces and nephews, etc.... Ya gotta love this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral Of the Story: Dont cheat!EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 nation husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American woman, a British  woman, and an Italian woman were having lunch. The American woman said, "I told  my husband that I wasn't going to clean the house anymore. If he wanted it  clean, he would have to do it himself. After the first day, I didn't see  anything. The second day I didn't see anything. Then, on the third day, voila!  My husband had cleaned the whole house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British woman agreed. "I  told my husband that I wasn't going to do the laundry anymore. If he wanted it  done he would have to do it himself. After the first day, I didn't see anything.  The second day, I didn't see anything. Then, on the third day, voila! My husband  had done both his and my laundry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italian woman chimed in, "I told  my husband that I wasn't going to cook anymore. If he wanted home cooking he  would have to either go by his mother or cook for himself. After the first day,  I didn't see anything. The second day, I didn't see anything. Then, on the third  day, I began to see a little out of my left eye."  &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10032383--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things Men Shouldn't Say in a Victoria's Secret Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No Thanks.  ... Just Sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll be in the dressing room going blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Oh the size won't matter. She's inflatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No need to wrap it up.  I'll eat it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you model this for me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Oh, honey,  I'll never fit into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. RM350?? Are you kidding? She's just gonna  end up NAKED anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Experiment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An efficiency expert concluded his lecture with a note  of caution. "You need to be careful about trying these techniques at  home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" asked somebody from the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I watched my  wife's routine at dinner for years," the expert explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She made lots  of trips between the refrigerator, stove, table and cabinets, often carrying a  single item at a time. One day I told her, 'Honey, why don't you try carrying  several things at once?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did it save time?" the guy in the audience  asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, yes," replied the expert. "It used to take her 30  minutes to make dinner. Now I do it in ten..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Child custody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his young wife were in divorce court, but the  custody of their children posed a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother leaped to her feet  and protested to the judge that since she brought the children into this world,  she should retain custody of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man also wanted custody of his  children, so the judge asked for his justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence,  the man slowly rose from his chair and replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your Honor, when I put  a dollar in a vending machine and a Coke comes out, does the Coke belong to me  or the machine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Says Men Don't Remember Anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their  bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds  him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front him. He appears  deep in thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from  his eye and takes a sip of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, dear?" she  whispers as she steps into the room. "Why are you down here at this time of  night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband looks up, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were  dating, and&lt;br /&gt;you were only 17?" he asks solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife is touched  thinking her husband is so caring and sensitive. "Yes, I do," she  replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you  remember when&lt;br /&gt;you father caught us in the back seat of my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,  I remember," says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  husband continues..."Do you remember when he shoved a shotgun in my face and  said, "Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for 20  years".&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that too", she replies softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wipes another  tear from his cheek and says... "I would have gotten out today!" &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10264939--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a Statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and her lover are in bed together when hubbie  comes home. The woman jumps up, shoves the guy in a corner of the bedroom, rubs  him down in baby oil and covers him in talcum powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't move! You're  a statue!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband comes up to the bedroom and inquires about the new  decoration. The wife explains that the Smith family next door acquired a statue  for their bedroom recently, and if they could get one, so could she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  married couple go to bed, but at midnight the husband goes downstairs, gets a  glass of milk and some cookies, and comes back upstairs. He hands the snack to  the statue and says, "Here. I stood around for 3 days at the Smiths', and they  never fed me a thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="100%"&gt; &lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couple in Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This older couple met their  demise in an auto accident and were transported to Heaven. As they were waiting  to be processed, they began to look all around at their setting for  eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife was amazed at the beauty, the peace and the  contentment she felt and commented over and over about what a nice place Heaven  was and how fortunate she felt to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband sneered,... "If  it weren't for you and your God damned oat-bran muffins &amp;amp; all that health  food crap, we'd have been here 15 years ago!"  &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10448575--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td id="rate_10448575" style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!-- THE POST --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Thy Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's  office. After his checkup, he doctor called the wife into his office  alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Your husband is suffering from a very severe disease,  combined with horrible stress. If you don't do the following, your husband will  surely die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant, and  make sure he is in a good mood. For lunch make him a nutritious meal he can take  to work. And for dinner, prepare an especially nice meal for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't  burden him with chores, as this could further his stress. Don't discuss your  problems with him; it will only make his stress worse. Try to relax your husband  in the evening by wearing lingerie and giving him plenty of  backrubs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encourage him to watch some type of team sporting event on  television. And most importantly, make love with your husband several times a  week and satisfy his every whim. If you can do this for the next 10 months to a  year, I think your husband will regain his health."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, the  husband asked his wife, "What did the doctor say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to die,"  she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come,at a later post,ahhaha,funny stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-4349356042689151703?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/4349356042689151703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=4349356042689151703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4349356042689151703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4349356042689151703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-joke2nd-compilation.html' title='Relationship Joke,2nd Compilation'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-5686395885356492712</id><published>2009-05-13T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:48:22.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Relationship jokes</title><content type='html'>Okey,The past two post is relationship jokes as per say,so here a bunch more that i found recently,enjoy and all shall be clean as possible n most probably i wont post any dirty jokes here even though a bunch of em is good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Backseat Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wife was making fried eggs for her husband for breakfast. Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful... Careful!!! Put in some more butter! Oh my God! You're cooking too many at once. Too many! Turn them! Turn them now! We need more butter. Oh my God! Where are we going to get more butter? They're going to stick! Careful... Careful!!! I said be careful! You never listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. Use the salt! The salt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife stared at him and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband calmly replied, "I wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving with you in the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;div class="postcolor"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending a wedding for the first time, a little girl whispered to her mother, "Why is the bride dressed in white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest day of her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child thought about this for a moment, then said, "So why is the groom wearing black?" &lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_10014744--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" id="rate_10014744"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divorce News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her," and he hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like hell they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this." She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone, too, and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving. Now what do we tell them for Christmas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romantic Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe was not a very romantic person, and furthermore he was rather stupid. But he wanted to impress his wife, so he took her out for an anniversary dinner and watched the couples around them, following their leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He observed the couple next to him. The man lifted a sugar shaker towards his wife's cup and said, "Sugar, sugar?" Joe thought this was great and continued to listen around the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;Another table over Joe observed the following. A man spooned out some honey out of a bowl for his wife and asked, "Honey, honey?"&lt;br /&gt;Again Joe thought this was good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he cut off a piece of his meat, stared longingly into his young wife's eyes and said, "Ham, pig?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golf Mate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of old friends are trying to play a round of golf when they catch up with two women. They watch with mounting frustration as the ladies manage to hit every water hazard, bunker and piece of rough - without waving them through, as golf etiquette requires. After two tedious hours of waiting, one of the men decides enough is enough and walks over to ask them if he can play through. He strides up the fairway, but halfway up stops suddenly and quickly returns. "I can't do it," he says to his playing partner. "One of those women is my wife, and the other is my mistress! Maybe it'd be better if you went to talk to them." The second man agrees, but halfway there he too, noticeably slows down, stops and returns, just like his colleague had done. "What's up?" asks the first man. "I tell you what," says the second man, gazing at his shoes and smiling sheepishly. "It's a small world, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At A Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person wishing the groom... "I don't know whether to congratulate you, or pity you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIA Final Test&lt;/span&gt;(its a little sick)&lt;br /&gt;Three men are getting ready for their final test to become CIA agents. The instructor says that their final test is to kill their wives. So, the instructor hands a gun to the first guy and he goes into another room where his wife is. The man returns just a few minutes later and says that he loves his wife too much and can't go through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second guy goes into the room with the gun to kill his wife. He returns 10 minutes later and says that even though he really wants to become an agent he just couldn't kill his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the instructor hands the gun off to the third guy and he proceeds into the room. After about 15 minutes they hear three gun shots go off. The man returns a few minutes afterwards all sweaty and out of breath. The instructor asks the man what happened and the man replied "Some idiot put blanks in the gun so I had to strangle the b****".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be 10 again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife turning back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off, he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be 10 again, she replied, still looking in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to a theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster everything there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was Reeling and her stomach felt upside down. He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favourite sweets, M&amp;amp;M's. What a fabulous adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed  exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, Well Dear, What was it like being 10 again?? Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. I meant my Dress Size, you idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is going to get it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now,more to come in a day or so,maybe later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-5686395885356492712?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/5686395885356492712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=5686395885356492712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5686395885356492712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5686395885356492712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/relationship-jokes.html' title='Relationship jokes'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-305725950607002837</id><published>2009-05-13T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:34:57.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Rejection Lines</title><content type='html'>Top 10 Rejection Lines Given By Women (and what they actually mean...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think of you as a brother. (You remind me of that inbred banjo-playing geek in "Deliverance.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There's a slight difference in our ages. (I don't want to do my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm not attracted to you in 'that' way. (You are the ugliest dork I've ever laid eyes upon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My life is too complicated right now. (I don't want you spending the whole night or else you may hear phone calls from all the other guys I'm seeing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've got a boyfriend (I prefer my male cat and a half gallon of Ben and Jerry's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't date men where I work. (I wouldn't date you if you were in the same 'solar system', much less the same building.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not you, it's me. (It's you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm concentrating on my career. (Even something as boring and unfulfilling as my job is better than dating you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm celibate. (I've sworn off only the men like you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number 1 rejection line given by women (and what it really means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. Let's be friends. (I want you to stay around so I can tell you in excruciating detail about all the other men I meet and have sex with. It's that male perspective thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Rejection Lines Given By Men (and what they actually mean...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think of you as a sister. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There's a slight difference in our ages. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm not attracted to you in 'that' way. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My life is too complicated right now. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've got a girlfriend. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't date women where I work. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's not you, it's me. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm concentrating on my career. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm celibate. (You're ugly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number 1 rejection line given by men (and what it actually means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1. Let's be friends. (You're sinfully ugly.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-305725950607002837?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/305725950607002837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=305725950607002837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/305725950607002837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/305725950607002837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/rejection-lines.html' title='Rejection Lines'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6011705736854716319</id><published>2009-05-13T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:48:43.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joking Around'/><title type='text'>Men Vs Women</title><content type='html'>1. NAMES&lt;br /&gt;If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they&lt;br /&gt;will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara.&lt;br /&gt;If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately&lt;br /&gt;refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. EATING OUT&lt;br /&gt;When the bill arrives, Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom will each throw&lt;br /&gt;in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything&lt;br /&gt;smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MONEY&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. BATHROOMS&lt;br /&gt;A man has five items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream,&lt;br /&gt;razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Marriott. The average&lt;br /&gt;number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man&lt;br /&gt;would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ARGUMENTS&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CATS&lt;br /&gt;Women love cats.&lt;br /&gt;Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick&lt;br /&gt;cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SUCCESS&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can&lt;br /&gt;spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. MARRIAGE&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A&lt;br /&gt;man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DRESSING UP&lt;br /&gt;A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the&lt;br /&gt;garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man&lt;br /&gt;will dress up for weddings and funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Women somehow deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. OFFSPRING&lt;br /&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows&lt;br /&gt;about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods,&lt;br /&gt;secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of some&lt;br /&gt;short people living in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two&lt;br /&gt;people remembering the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY.....&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a&lt;br /&gt;word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of&lt;br /&gt;them wanted to concede their position. As they passed a barnyard of&lt;br /&gt;mules and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-6011705736854716319?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6011705736854716319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6011705736854716319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6011705736854716319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6011705736854716319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-vs-women.html' title='Men Vs Women'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-743759819531787328</id><published>2009-04-30T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T09:10:40.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>The Past Few days</title><content type='html'>This blog is pretty dead all thanks to me and my lazy-ness to update it... Owh well,life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for matriculation item such as slacks,shirts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Went to 1u with kennet tariq and sister(laura),watched sniper which is quite good,though the ending was lame.Had fun with em..miss spending time with everyone actually,miss those school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about this days,did the same old same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch with kennet vicky and tariq,then lepak-ed at the school for a while during koko with vicky. Had lots of fun,got slightly with all thanks to azra =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today(thursday)&lt;br /&gt;At around 2.30am,went to Al-Safa  with Mr Francis And Mr yugesh along with kennet  to watch Arsenal-Man United game.That was fun though it really sucked that they lost but it dont matter,because Arsenal are gonna win next week!&lt;br /&gt;Okey,later that day went for lunch with vicky and kennet,then we lepak-ed around the school till koko ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stressed out! I dunno what but I know I am though,how do i know this? I started ticking again,if you were in the same class in me last year,you will know what I am talking about..hahaha...&lt;br /&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/9220857107105232038-743759819531787328?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/743759819531787328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=743759819531787328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/743759819531787328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/743759819531787328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/past-few-days.html' title='The Past Few days'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-7153679009685330822</id><published>2009-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:27:33.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Queer Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Name the brand of these toiletries you used:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Toothbrush:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Colgate last i check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Toothpaste:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Colgate also,dont really care what type..gosok je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Facial Wash:&lt;/span&gt; I dont use facial wash =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Shampoo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Head and shoulder,anti dandruff,prevention is better than curing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Soap:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ph 5.5 body wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Mouth Wash:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also dont use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Floss:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dont use too,brushing your teeth should be enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Deodorant:&lt;/span&gt; Adidas deoderant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Perfume:&lt;/span&gt; I dont wear perfume also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;-Shave:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gillette Mach 3 Turbo if im not mistaken....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queer tag indeed...Who ever reads this you must do it!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-7153679009685330822?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/7153679009685330822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=7153679009685330822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/7153679009685330822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/7153679009685330822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/queer-tag.html' title='Queer Tag'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-2894272109426784835</id><published>2009-04-20T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:40:44.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Posting Nonsense'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SeyW2eLtnKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Mz8J5IFLmTE/s1600-h/tDXTrxuuHm2fy7kaiKeTRhPeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SeyW2eLtnKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Mz8J5IFLmTE/s400/tDXTrxuuHm2fy7kaiKeTRhPeo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798321831746722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SeyW2MEjobI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mKA3RNMSeIU/s1600-h/ikRia1QKbmhiga0pLiqMlF3xo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SeyW2MEjobI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mKA3RNMSeIU/s400/ikRia1QKbmhiga0pLiqMlF3xo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798316969894322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like em,so i share em,enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to jazz for showing em in the first place :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-2894272109426784835?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/2894272109426784835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=2894272109426784835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2894272109426784835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2894272109426784835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SeyW2eLtnKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Mz8J5IFLmTE/s72-c/tDXTrxuuHm2fy7kaiKeTRhPeo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-1284769151145165928</id><published>2009-04-16T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:53:53.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reporting In'/><title type='text'>Matriculation</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="1" border width="424" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="color:#0066ff;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" height="50"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0033ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tahniah! Anda telah ditawarkan ke Program Matrikulasi,&lt;br /&gt;              Kementerian Pelajaran Malaysia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="294"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; BENYAMIN BIN MUHD NAJIB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Kad Pengenalan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt; 910901105655 &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Program Pengajian :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="294"&gt;  PROGRAM SATU TAHUN     &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td width="145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kursus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="294"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; M001-SAINS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td valign="top" width="145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nama kolej&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td width="294"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                13-KOLEJ MATRIKULASI P.PINANG (KMPP)&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarikh Mendaftar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td&gt;                               11 MEI 2009                          &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" height="24"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;             &lt;table border="0" width="120" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="30"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="SEMULA2" value="SEMULA" onclick="history.go(-1);" type="button"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;input name="SEMAK" value="KE LAMAN UTAMA" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it,finally some good news,one of my cousin got it too,same place also....&lt;br /&gt;Now I just hope vicky gets it also.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-1284769151145165928?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/1284769151145165928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=1284769151145165928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1284769151145165928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1284769151145165928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/matriculation.html' title='Matriculation'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-3711566586656679238</id><published>2009-04-15T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:55:31.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was child,I spoke as a child,&lt;br /&gt;I understood as a child,I thought as a child;&lt;br /&gt;But when I became a man,&lt;br /&gt;I put childish things away.&lt;br /&gt;                                                  - 1 Corinthians 13:11&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/9220857107105232038-3711566586656679238?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/3711566586656679238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=3711566586656679238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3711566586656679238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3711566586656679238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-8046363262208837800</id><published>2009-04-14T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T06:32:02.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feeling Lost'/><title type='text'>Lost.....</title><content type='html'>Confuse,numb,shocked,denial,sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what ive been feeling all day long.....&lt;br /&gt;Im lost,I dunno what to do.....&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to think about it.....&lt;br /&gt;Help me keep it off my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has change yet everything seem so different.....&lt;br /&gt;Its only a matter of time before things do though.....&lt;br /&gt;I hate life at the moment.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-8046363262208837800?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/8046363262208837800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=8046363262208837800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8046363262208837800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8046363262208837800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost.html' title='Lost.....'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6714452574671077625</id><published>2009-04-08T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:17:27.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Tagged! No 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. type of person you would settle down with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of an answer so this is my answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. type of parent-in-law you're hoping for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not in particular,just one that accepts me for who i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. when are you planning to settle down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When im ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. how many kids do you plan to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would say 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. what would you do if you partner is unable to give you off-spring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just accept it,adopt perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. what would you do if your marriage is in a bad situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do my best to fix it of course,duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. what would you do if you're a divorcee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. what would you if the next morning you find out that your partner is dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Never been thru,nor can i predict my reaction...so cant answer it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read thru this,you ve been tagged!&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/9220857107105232038-6714452574671077625?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6714452574671077625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6714452574671077625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6714452574671077625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6714452574671077625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-no-2.html' title='Tagged! No 2'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-3199199497544011879</id><published>2009-04-06T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:03:32.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>My Name is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                            Benny Booger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dont ask me how this name came to be,just something laura aka Lau Yuet Sian calls me by nowadays,totally weird name I must say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh ya,if you haven watched Fast and the Furious 4,go and watch it!Good Movie I must say,enjoyed it so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey,bubye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-3199199497544011879?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/3199199497544011879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=3199199497544011879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3199199497544011879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3199199497544011879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-name-is.html' title='My Name is'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-2947444958215515203</id><published>2009-04-06T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:00:46.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Out'/><title type='text'>Childish Behaviour</title><content type='html'>I realise something childish that is an abudant in this country,the lack of respect for someone elses opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Calling people names,cursing them and all the other thing ppl do to "express" themselves is totally childish,if you dont agree with the opinion given,voice out and argue,debate it not call em names and insults.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up already ppl,this country got enough childish ppl leading or running the country as it is,we dont need anymore people of that sorts for the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again grow,if you dont get this,shows how much u lack maturity n how childish you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Mind,My Thoughts,My Views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-2947444958215515203?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/2947444958215515203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=2947444958215515203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2947444958215515203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2947444958215515203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/childish-behaviour.html' title='Childish Behaviour'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6378800364036246327</id><published>2009-04-06T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:19:16.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sexiest man on earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guys dont find other guys sexy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like Japanese food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only japanese food I had is sushi,yes i like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you look good in yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont think so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you sing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syiok Sendiri Singing at home,so yes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever dance naked in front of the crowd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is your hair long enough for you to chew on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair?Chew?Something aint right, o.O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Least favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever played an instrument?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope,unless guitar heroes counts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in big foot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope,just a story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How is today going for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine,quite fine indeed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Any plans tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing out of my usual schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current disappointment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignorance of others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone you hated died, will you go to him/her grave and spit on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He/her died,that would be enough i think..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do if you found out your best friend was gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing,because i know he aint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your best friend's dad's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shanmugan,or is it ragavan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the hottest teacher you ever had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have any piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the strangest talent you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont have talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's your favorite chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love all chocolate!hence,my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How old are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current 17,turning 18 this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there one thing all of your ex's have had in common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never dated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did you french kiss before you were 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is the last person you think about before you fall asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cant remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had a poem or a song written about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this year school majalah,name was mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was your childhood nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ive got a few,lazy to type it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When is the last time you played the guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i dont play guitars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever peeked in the opposite sexes locker room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ve got better things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever bitten your toenails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you normally eat your cookies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like any other normal human would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name something you do when you're alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play games,Good time killer and no,im not geek! or is it nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever sniffed an animal's butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ve got brains,so no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How often do you clean out your ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Define clean my ears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you scrunch or fold your toilet paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toilet paper?whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;About how many times a day go to the toilet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It differs day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you have any strange phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am never writing that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever played naked twister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is that?twister i mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever found your gf/bf's sibling more attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Again,ive never dated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag all who read this and is willing to do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-6378800364036246327?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6378800364036246327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6378800364036246327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6378800364036246327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6378800364036246327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-259238993668898558</id><published>2009-04-06T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:01:46.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>I like this...</title><content type='html'>This is an article I took from friday,3rd april copy of the nst,(this is from the opinion section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:Earth Hour is a total farce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the lights went out for Earth Hour on March 28,organised by WWF to protest againsts man-made global warming,our scientist family did exactly the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;We switched on every single light in our energy-efficient bungalow in Bandar Baru Bangi.We held this mini festival of lights to say that mankind's  increasing use of electricity has nothing to do with global warming.&lt;br /&gt;My wife,a retired scientist,had been complaining all week about the unrelenting earth hour campaign on tv,radio and the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed out that it was manly youth who are getting sucked into this campaign.&lt;br /&gt;"This is immoral and an insult to everything we have achieved.I studied under old lamps until I was 16.Electricity got us out of poverty and built Malaysia.It transformed society.if anyone messes up our electricity supply,it's back to oil lamps and padi farming."&lt;br /&gt;"That's what our youth don't realise. But now the WWF is trying to convince the youth to feel guilty about consuming electricity"&lt;br /&gt;"Earth needs more and more electricity. That is how we measure our improving standard of living."&lt;br /&gt;My objection to the Earth Hour campaign is also fundamental. Man-made global warming is simply not true;it is man made fraud.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-one thousand scientist so far,including me,have felt it necessary to protest against this fraud by pusblishing our namkes and qualifications in a properly conducted Internet poll.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing new or to fear about global warming.It is not caused by man's industrialisation,by over development or "over-population".&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming is a perfect;y natural-phenomenon.Ten thousand-year global warming periods followed by 100 000-years ice ages have occurred with some regularity for the last two millions years and probably throughout much of the 4.5 billion years of life on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;What causes climate changes is the Earth's varying tilt and elliptical orbit around the sun and our solar system's long journey through the Milky Way,together with cosmic radiation from exploding stars. Most of this basic science has been known for 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;Carbon Dioxide,(CO2) is not an enviromental poison but has been named by 10 generations of scientist as "the gas of life" which,by photosynthesis in green plants,gets converted into organic matter. The small additional carbon dioxide produced by industrial man is a bonus,not a threat to life.&lt;br /&gt;Our rainforest climate is Earth's best example of the tremendous benefits of global warming and higher levels of CO2. Malaysia's constantly warm climate, high rainfall,abundant sunshine and high natural CO2 levels,caused by plentiful rotting vegetation,combine to produce the highest rate of biomass production in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The kenaf tree in Malaysia can grow to five-metres in four months. A new malaysian grass plantation is producing sustainable one-metres cut grass for climate-housed cows every 30 days. This Malaysian invention, deep tropical agriculture, can transform food production and, with cheap desalinated water and electricity from new "inherently safe" generation nuclear power stations,can spread throughout the dry tropical regions of the world,even deserts.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist now know in priciple how to feed the population during the next ice age,which climatologist say will begin with a mini-ice age by 2050,within the lifespan of half of the world's population.&lt;br /&gt;We must get back to the big science of my youth, like Atoms for Peace, the Green Revolution and the Man on the Moon mission. The very best investment from Malaysia's economic stimulus packages is a great increase in science and engineering scholarships at all levels for the best generation of youth in our history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: MOHD PETER DAVIS&lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-259238993668898558?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/259238993668898558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=259238993668898558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/259238993668898558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/259238993668898558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-this.html' title='I like this...'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6055790046734243759</id><published>2009-03-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:01:22.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speaking Out'/><title type='text'>Earth Hour?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thought it was better to place a warning of sorts here,to anyone who is an environmentalist,u may read,i din badmouth you all,keep up your good job,IF your the type who is really really sensitive when it comes to our world dont read too and last but not least,if u cant stand or accept the opinion of another person,then just skip this post,because this is written purely on my personal opinion and i wasn thinking of how much others feel about it..Thank For You Reading Till This Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,Who here supports this?Anyone? I for one think its a total waste time. I mean,really?What good does it does? You off it for an hour then after that u continue doing what you usually do,it will make no difference in the long term,not that i would even care if it did because if you reduce pollution or by accomplishing the impossible you actually stop pollution,you are only delaying the inevitable..&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable? What do I mean by it? Simple,delaying when our once beautiful(not that it isn now) planet  is going to be destroyed,totally stripped of its beauty,un-able to sustain life any longer and the worst of all is to be turned into nothing but dust in space...&lt;br /&gt;Pollution is incessant,its never going to stop,it wont go away not unless we humans go away first,only then it will disappear,that if its not too late when we do get wiped out off the face of the earth but come on now,lets be honest to ourselves because we all know that the chances of that happening is very low,for now anyhow.Human push for advances in technology,better this,better that and nothing is free,everything has a price,history proves it,with almost every new technology discovered,with every new technological advance we make,we bring about pollution,destruction and also hope and creation but that is another story.Easy example of it is agriculture ,when agricultural become widespread,when agricultural technology advanced,it brings about it new ways to feed the people of this world but at what cost? More and more forest being logged to make way for places for agricultural activities,usage of pesticide to prevent damages of crops and etc,that poisons the land,the air,the water around us. Electricity,petrol and everything else,all brings about pollution and why do all these exist? Because we exist that is why&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,you cant make the entire population of this world to turn green and it requires but a simple explanation,because we are humans,enough said...&lt;br /&gt;Even if by a god given miracle the environmentalist manage to make the entire population go green,the planet is still doomed one way or another.Owh,all so many scenarios can be thought of on how the world will be doomed.A global nuclear war for an example,we all know the destructive powers of nuclear warhead,the land in which it is striked upon is uninhabitable for years and years to come so imagine if the entire world was engulfed in a nuclear war? Or it could be because we discovered some new technology that we cant handle and in the end,it destroys,it might sound ridiculous but its possible none the less,humans are never satisfied,all wanting,all searching,be it for money or for power it will never be satiesfied.&lt;br /&gt;Well,Im done speaking my mind for now,that was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to post up your arguments,disagreement though i doubt it will change my point of view but feel free to try none the less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Mind,My Thoughts,My Views&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/9220857107105232038-6055790046734243759?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6055790046734243759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6055790046734243759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6055790046734243759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6055790046734243759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour.html' title='Earth Hour?'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-2606225274070076008</id><published>2009-03-24T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:29:03.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Mini-Reunion</title><content type='html'>Oh Yea!&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend,hasif and shafiq came to bsd to hang out with everyone which consist of Me,atif,tariq,rudy n syazwan at some point of the three days...&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast spending time with them,plenty of laughs,trash talking,gaming n a total lack of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday slept 4hours n Sunday another 3hours...&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say,went to the cc for about 4 times,on saturday we went n visited fathin during the afternoon n had pizza for dinner and Cc there after..travelled around in the back of a jip that night,looking over the roof of the jip was fun! The wind in the face felt real nice,did i mention it was fun?&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the cc,while pulling that stunt,police car was driving behind us..that was really scary,luckily they din do anything n according to shafiq who was with me at the back,they waved =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the day is pretty much the same,talking,walking,playing and all the usual stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,my mom came back yesterday and she brought back plenty of liquorice sweets for me and the family,yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all to say,nothing much to talk about,live has been really dull these past couple of weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-2606225274070076008?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/2606225274070076008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=2606225274070076008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2606225274070076008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2606225274070076008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/mini-reunion.html' title='Mini-Reunion'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-4047356596553181634</id><published>2009-03-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:40:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>Okey,a little slow on this,took results last week and I got 4A1,3A2,3B3.&lt;br /&gt;Its okey results i guess,everyone seem to be happy about it,except me,as soon as i got the results and i saw it,i started feeling down,dunno why.Everyone says congrats and such,not much meaning if u ask me,if you really meant it,thank for it.Its like how atif say,congrats is something ppl would say even if u din do great or if you did great..I think its called being polite? Either way,that is what is,too little too late to fret about it now,its the past,gonna leave it there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,I managed to cook spaghetti from scratch for dinner,all by myself.That was nice,was worried it will become a disaster,well received by my family.For those who think whats the big deal with cooking it,to me it is because i only saw my mom cooked it once,was helping out too and which was 3 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,i managed to burn myself,not my hot water,hot pot or anything,but hot spaghetti sauce that jumped onto my hand.Even my the skin tore off,oh well,life goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-4047356596553181634?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/4047356596553181634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=4047356596553181634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4047356596553181634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4047356596553181634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6028452042755643401</id><published>2009-03-03T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:31:33.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>Just saw it with my elder bro and three younger siblings,great movie!If ye haven watched it,go watch it while its still in the cinema!Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-6028452042755643401?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6028452042755643401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6028452042755643401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6028452042755643401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6028452042755643401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/benjamin-button.html' title='Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-8649353985972456198</id><published>2009-03-02T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:35:38.953-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqjxpCKapOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqjxpCKapOw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this video,its from a game,yet it talks so much about things in our lives especially one,about peace,I ll just write on the important line for those who are lazy to listen to the video,it goes "remember to be very grateful if you happen to be in a country at peace".Peace is something that we all take for granted in our life,never thankful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He who has not experienced war,does not know the true value of peace&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure about anyone else,but I admit,peace is something I take for granted,I have never truly appreciated it,we live in a country at peace,usually only disturbed a few idiotic politician and political shenanigans that happen all so often in our country nowadays but then again,we can go on our with our daily life with that but what about those in country filled with turmoil?war?&lt;br /&gt;We do not know how lucky we are to have peace while others die and suffer endlessly,how would they wish to leave in peace,to move to another country where peace is there for their enjoyment but for us?We leave the country because its nicer there,the pay is better,local education is not good enough and much much more but in the end it don't really matter,because no matter what,home is the place you grew up in,how is the place you were raised in,home is the country you lived in all your life,whether you hate it or love it,its an deniable fact and not to mention the place that your family will be,always..&lt;br /&gt;Overseas education pursuit is over-rated because its only truly valuable when you are first looking for a job but you will most probably will be on scholarship so you'll be most likely be working for the people who sponsored your education,no? Later in life,experience and your work performance over the years is what you will be most likely be judged upon if your job searching.That being said it is,none the less a great experience to be had,given the chance,take it!For if you don't,you will regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I went off topic,most likely did but oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-8649353985972456198?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/8649353985972456198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=8649353985972456198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8649353985972456198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8649353985972456198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-8213625744877589691</id><published>2009-03-02T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:36:19.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>The Tudors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SawIZubKo9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/sO7AV_aViN8/s1600-h/the-tudors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SawIZubKo9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/sO7AV_aViN8/s400/the-tudors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627298814698450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is an interesting series,based on King Henry VIII.For those who are still studying in form 5 and have ended school.Then this name should ring a bell.Sejarah anyone?Chapter 9?reformation?protestant?Did any of you study in school?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow,the first episode on the first season just aired on HBO today.The actor and actresses are for you to find out for yourself,I am not bothered with all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;All in all,its a good series,check it out if your free n if your interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man!I suck at this review type of thing! Owh well........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-8213625744877589691?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/8213625744877589691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=8213625744877589691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8213625744877589691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/8213625744877589691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudors.html' title='The Tudors'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SawIZubKo9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/sO7AV_aViN8/s72-c/the-tudors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-836937612609580921</id><published>2009-03-02T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:48:22.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Whistling</title><content type='html'>Oh brother! Life has been pretty much the same old,same old except for the fact that my elder brother is annoying everyone of my siblings with his constant whistling day in,day out.Even as I write this blog,his whistling away with hopes its annoying me. Unfortunately it is! Hiding the fact that Im annoyed by him is not easy...&lt;br /&gt;On a different note,yesterday I went to the curve,a big break from my usual stay at home and rot routine though its only for about 15 minutes.I went to get a new game for my Xbox 360 but to my despair,it was out of stock,pre-ordered it with a Rm50 deposit,There goes a big sum of my money,of sorts.Getting the game next week,can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Today,i cooked desert for me family,bubur pisang is what I cooked.It could taste better but its nice none the less.Thats what u get when your father(original chef) is not bothered to make it and left it to the only other person thats good at making it to cook it.To those that don't know what bubur pisang is and is trying to imagine it like rice porridge,I am sorry to say,its nothing of that sorts.Bubur pisang is just banana boiled in water mixed with santan n gula melaka with some added spice.Thats all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,results coming out next week,can't wait for it!Wonder what my results will be? Oh well,what ever it is,too little too late now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-836937612609580921?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/836937612609580921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=836937612609580921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/836937612609580921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/836937612609580921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/03/whistling.html' title='Whistling'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-3317908145728651082</id><published>2009-02-20T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:41:18.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired Of It All'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Another day,another thing to talk about..&lt;br /&gt;Okay,this particular post is to explain something to a friend..once this is done,he ll be getting an sms to read this!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay,today at the mosque,a friend of mine,u know who u are!&lt;br /&gt;He kept on nagging me about Israel,destroying it and such,going on and on...&lt;br /&gt;That kinda annoyed me.When ever it comes to the topic of Israel,Palestine,Gaza strip and such,I ll prefer not to talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I don't care,its just that I don't like to talk about it but I DO care..I'll always take the newspaper and read on the situation there,what goes on there and what they do,how they,the pain,the suffering,all of it!&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk about it not because i don't care but it because of how helpless I am? What can one person do? I mean,I can make all the noise in the world,and still it will fall on deaf ears. The best thing I can do now,is pray,pray with all my heart for the safety of the Palestinian and that it would end soon.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,another reason why I got annoyed with this entire topic is because whenever that topics comes up,it usually follows on the topic of killing the Israelis,this and that...Argh!I am sick and tired of it!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you justify killing them for what they did to the Palestinian,then dare I say your no different than the Israelis themselves,I can't stand the stupidity of some that say kill them,destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me,Is taking the life of a another justified just because they have done something wrong?Something inhumane? Well if u ask me? Its not.Not now not ever! Human life is precious,something that money cant buy,something only given by god!&lt;br /&gt;Humans cant appreciate the value of life of another human till they lost someone close or precious to them though i must stress,not all are like that but a majority of the people in this world are for I am one of those who have not yet felt the lost a loved one.If someone knows the value of life,then never will the person will talk so easily about taking the life of another!&lt;br /&gt;No,I don't support the Israelis,that will be stupid,foolish to a certain extend.I also pity the people of Palestinians for the suffering but nor do I condone the action of Hamas.Their stupid action of shooting rockets into the Israeli territory is what started  the entire attack.Those people gave the Israelis a reason,though what they did is simply disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;Shooting rockets that will hit civilians is not allowed in Islam,that is what I have learnt in school thru-out my life.Woman,children and other stuff are not allowed to be harmed and even if you were not taught that,common sense is all you need to know that hurting civilians and killing them should be not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in god,i believe in justice and because of that,I know justice will be done to those murderers and killers.It may not be in this life but in the afterlife I am sure it will be done,I know where they will go,where they will end up!&lt;br /&gt;Given the power.If I had power.The last thing I will think of doing is killing the Israelis. I would rather not sink to a point where I am as low as them,I would rather not degrade myself to their standard because I am better than them..I will use it to protect the Palestinian as that is all.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge.Revenge will only breed hatred and create more people who wants vengeance.This will create a continuous circle of violence,suffering,death and war. When will it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I missed some points here and there.This is a post base on my opinion and based on what I know,what I feel and what I think.Feel free to voice out if you disagree with me,though I doubt it will change the way I feel or think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mind,My Thoughts and My Views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-3317908145728651082?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/3317908145728651082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=3317908145728651082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3317908145728651082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/3317908145728651082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-6896735489639298091</id><published>2009-02-18T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:37:14.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shape Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO5R7mWsXEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RO5R7mWsXEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this story,its an ending to a beautiful game called Eternal Sonata.&lt;br /&gt;The Shape of life?What is the shape of life? A nice question,didn have an answer for it till recently..&lt;br /&gt;To me the shape of life is all animal,plants,insects and everything that is living for what else would be the shape of life but those with life itself?&lt;br /&gt;This is my interpretation on what is the shape of life but I also like the story's definition of it.&lt;br /&gt;So give a go,its short and nice so enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-6896735489639298091?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/6896735489639298091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=6896735489639298091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6896735489639298091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/6896735489639298091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/shape-of-life_18.html' title='The Shape Of Life'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-2939749395702470749</id><published>2009-02-18T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:37:10.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>Most Used Words</title><content type='html'>Now this is a totally random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is five most used word in my conversation with vicky:&lt;br /&gt;  1.Babi/Pig&lt;br /&gt;  2.Dog&lt;br /&gt;  3.Stupid&lt;br /&gt;  4.Idiot&lt;br /&gt;  5.Sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting choice of words?Extremely "polite"!&lt;br /&gt;Well,neither of us care about it,So live and let live!&lt;br /&gt;If it was any other friend? Cant imagine using em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-2939749395702470749?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/2939749395702470749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=2939749395702470749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2939749395702470749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2939749395702470749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-used-words.html' title='Most Used Words'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-4781176021210293898</id><published>2009-02-12T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:21:55.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going on and on'/><title type='text'>A Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okey&lt;/span&gt;,yesterday was a nice change of routine for once...I actually went out and hung out with Vicky and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tariq&lt;/span&gt; at 1u for the afternoon...Certainly refreshing,to actually go out and meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; in the flesh and not over the com,none of the virtual nonsense for once.How i miss socialising with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;,interacting and all..Nowadays its only done via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;,also the occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; as nice as being with someone who you can actually see,instead of a screen.I ll do it much more often,if only i had more money to spend...&lt;br /&gt;Back to our little outing,we got there around 12.30.Walk for a good half an hour before we decided to go and have lunch.Destination?Carl's Junior! Took a while for us to find it,neither of us know where it is..Now when we finally reach the place,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tariq&lt;/span&gt; had doubt about eating there due to its price but he finally agreed to eat there too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SZR65I6_AsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/E5bTdy3hFlw/s1600-h/carls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SZR65I6_AsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/E5bTdy3hFlw/s400/carls.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301997783387931330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a one of the picture we took,the rest is with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tariq&lt;/span&gt; and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; so it might take a while to obtain it from him.So we spend about an hour eating,talking and talking.Lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;costed&lt;/span&gt; me rm29!Freaking expensive but it was well worth the money.It was the first burger i have trouble biting actually..Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tariq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt; finish his food,as he was making noise about not being full and etc.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went wandering aimlessly till we decided to go and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;zared&lt;/span&gt; who was working in 1u in a shop called Deeper and Harder.The name of the shop is...urmm...i will let you guys decide for yourself...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Okey&lt;/span&gt;,so went to the shop and chatted with her for a bit..After that we to the bowling alley to play some pool,simply played with no regard to the rules,was fun..play 4 games for a length of 1 and a half hour...Was fun,after that went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tariq&lt;/span&gt; insist on having the mashed potatoes and once we are &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;done &lt;/span&gt;there,we took a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-4781176021210293898?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/4781176021210293898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=4781176021210293898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4781176021210293898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/4781176021210293898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-out.html' title='A Day Out'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SZR65I6_AsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/E5bTdy3hFlw/s72-c/carls.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-1594869836731900441</id><published>2009-02-10T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:40:24.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Marriage Of Figaro By Mozart(Guitar)</title><content type='html'>Cool video,listen to and then listen to the original version! Symphony play with a guitar!whats better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuU00Q3RhDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MuU00Q3RhDg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-1594869836731900441?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/1594869836731900441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=1594869836731900441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1594869836731900441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/1594869836731900441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/marriage-of-figaro-by-mozartguitar.html' title='The Marriage Of Figaro By Mozart(Guitar)'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-5265282545452668774</id><published>2009-02-10T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:28:56.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could,Might And Should</title><content type='html'>"Don't fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life is: could have, might have, and should have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote vicky randomly showed me a few days back,I liked it so i decided to share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I think its something everyone can relate to because everyone goes throught the fear of failure or under-performing and for us teenagers exams are the perfect example!&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that,there is plenty of times where we wonder how thing would end up if we did things differently and also the time that wish we could redo our what we ve done which was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Well,im sure everyone gets my point..All in all,I definitely don't want to sum up my life with could have,might have and should have. I have only one life,and so does everyone else,that is why we gotta live it the way we want to with disregard to the opinion of others,it just won't be worth it any other way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-5265282545452668774?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/5265282545452668774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=5265282545452668774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5265282545452668774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/5265282545452668774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/couldmight-and-should.html' title='Could,Might And Should'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9220857107105232038.post-2612642376555349107</id><published>2009-02-09T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:29:00.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbling Away'/><title type='text'>I am!...still without a life!</title><content type='html'>Jobless,lifeless and without money...That is the perfect way to describe my life.&lt;br /&gt;So bored nowadays at home,not much you can do without money actually...&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told,kinda jealous of those who have a job and is making use of their time by making money...lucky people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on a positive note!.....oh wait,nothing really interesting to talk about at the moment...ah damn!!&lt;br /&gt;oh well,that it for now...&lt;br /&gt;this is by far the most lousy post ive posted...what a way to start off the blog =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9220857107105232038-2612642376555349107?l=my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/feeds/2612642376555349107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9220857107105232038&amp;postID=2612642376555349107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2612642376555349107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9220857107105232038/posts/default/2612642376555349107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-mind-thoughts-views.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-amstill-without-life.html' title='I am!...still without a life!'/><author><name>Benny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05192413721418132627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ORSlx2iPF8w/SAtA20uNnCI/AAAAAAAAACE/NGBowUA6Ctc/S220/IMG00069.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
