<?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-4157963478634150721</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:09:45.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on life's little nuances</title><subtitle type='html'>With a dash of cynical humour</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-7694934751021522000</id><published>2010-03-15T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:02:43.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those nasty PMSes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S52jIDczFWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/F3U8gISP3NA/s1600-h/PMS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S52jIDczFWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/F3U8gISP3NA/s320/PMS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448690482948543842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The most inconvenient thing to hit a woman every month is her menstruation. Yes, the dreaded monthly cycle which keeps us heading to the ladies every 4 hours for a change of pad. Back in the school days, leakages were common, we had to always look behind our pinafore skirts or get a friend to check for us. When the pipe bursts and gets all over your skirt, you run as fast as you can to wash your pinafore, those were the worst times. It was every school girl’s nightmare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Not to forget those nasty PMS syndromes. How do you explain the crazy things that hit you – the acne, the crankiness, the unappeased appetite, the bloated body, the never ending crying, the bad mood swings, the migraines and the excruciating cramps where you feel like your intestines are being twisted and pulled on both ends. Who can blame us for turning into nasty bitches when we have our periods? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The irony of having your flow, is that as much as you hate having it, the moment you don’t you know you are fucked…..literally! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;For younger women, feelings of exasperation will hit us and we count back the last time we engaged in some doggy style and for the older women, the dreaded menopause has hit them. I guess you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Its funny, back then if flow was in town, your lifestyle would be impeded; we were unable to go for a swim or get to the third base but voila all that has turned around now. Yes, nowadays if you plan to go swimming, you don’t have to worry about the pool turning red. Tampon solves that for you and I shall not go into details on the application side. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now, let’s get to the saucier part, my housemate an ex journalist came home one day exclaiming that having sex while you are bleeding is no longer a problem!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer – Softcup! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Yes, its basically a cup that you push right through your ahem. It holds twice as much fluid as a tampon and you can use one cup for the whole day and get this ladies and gentleman, you can use it during sex!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;This is great news to all horny people out there, you can have sex anytime you want, you never have to worry about dirty sheets plus your partner is not able to feel it inside of you while he’s humping you to the ground. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Now my only question, would having an orgasm be an issue for the ladies? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-7694934751021522000?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/7694934751021522000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-nasty-pmses.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/7694934751021522000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/7694934751021522000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/03/those-nasty-pmses.html' title='Those nasty PMSes'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S52jIDczFWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/F3U8gISP3NA/s72-c/PMS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-1857094123739188866</id><published>2010-02-22T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:45:19.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick…tock….tick…tock…. there goes my biological clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S4HXQhS7HtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9sqnVWBDuI4/s1600-h/bioclock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 282px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440866503655890642" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S4HXQhS7HtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9sqnVWBDuI4/s320/bioclock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who’s is the most constant person to remind you that you are getting old and if you don’t get hitched soon, you are going to have troubles getting pregnant. You are damn right!! Its our moms!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how they are attuned to our bodies more than we are to ours. Yes, I worry sometimes about the fertility of my eggs. God knows when I would get married and would my eggs still be fresh when I intend to continue my lineage, but let’s get real; firstly to find a man who’s is nice to have a relationship would be a big challenge, secondly to find someone who’d wanna commit to marriage …ha ha ha, yeah sure fat chance of that happening and suppose you are lucky enough to find such a man, asking him about when you want to start a family and him replying right away are the same odds as catching Santa Claus sliding down your chimney on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize how the biological clock is not a constant clock? It happens to every woman at different ages of their lives, I have younger friends who have had theirs beating already while mine is yet to kick in. I have come to believe my biological clock’s batteries are dead, that probably explains the procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this website, &lt;a href="http://www.extendfertility.com/"&gt;http://www.extendfertility.com/&lt;/a&gt;, when it comes to issues of fertility, it is the age of the egg, not the age of the woman that matters most. Women are born with a finite number of eggs, around 1 million. At puberty, that number has dwindled to 400,000 and subsequently approximately 750 eggs are lost each month. The eggs not only begin to diminish in quantity, but also in quality. The combination of these factors leads to a woman’s fertility beginning to decline in her 20’s and significantly deteriorating after age 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah even if I wanted babies, I’d still need a sperm to help me with that arrangement and with mom’s old fashioned idea on how you need to get married first and then have kids, I can kiss the idea of heading off to a sperm bank goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-1857094123739188866?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/1857094123739188866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/02/ticktockticktock-there-goes-my_22.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1857094123739188866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1857094123739188866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/02/ticktockticktock-there-goes-my_22.html' title='Tick…tock….tick…tock…. there goes my biological clock'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S4HXQhS7HtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9sqnVWBDuI4/s72-c/bioclock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-7185123733269050742</id><published>2010-02-08T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:20:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t give me sweet, give me hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S2_W2D9c_sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3q8yNuk65kc/s1600-h/Sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Sex is the pop culture and its here to stay. Everything is getting shorter, wider and lower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Everyone wants to look sexy, men, women and even Paris Hilton’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Chihuahua&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. How is it that something kept most private in the bedroom burst out one day announcing its intention to sexy-larise everyone on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;People who say sexy is just an inner confident feeling is utter bullshit, advertisers tell you, you&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;can only feel sexy if you are wearing something that exposes your cleavage or your butt cheeks or both. How many advertisements have you seen in a fashion magazine that doesn’t sell sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;We have cosmetic, sunnies, jeans, perfumes, dresses, shoes, colours, hairstyles, hats to make us look faboosh even if we don’t have the body to compensate for it. Less is more and all men are probably agreeing to this. Sex sells like hot buns! Skinny jeans that show off your ass crack is so in now, everyone wants a lipstick that would make their lips look plump and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Look at the artists transition who started from the girl next door image. Jessica Simpson went from sweet and innocent to a tramp in her videoclip These Boots Are Made For Walking (yes I know all of you are going to be checking this video now) She was in a skimpy red bikini and washing a car, occasionally she missed the car and started foaming herself. Then, you had Janet Jackson the cute bubbly youngest &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jackson&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dancing around with her famous key earring and black outfit that covered every inch of her body. Then pow!! She shed all her lbs and clothes and posed for her album cover Janet. She was in jeans with some anonymous hands from her behind covering what her bra should have been doing. You also had Christina Aguileira, whatever happened to her? Her jeans were cut out to expose her G-string and she was getting wet and having girl fights, in short fulfilling every man’s fantasy in her videoclip Dirrty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;Mother Teresa ain’t getting the highest website hits now. Its all about Paris Hilton and her infamous sex tape, Beyonce Shaking her booty, Shakira rolling herself on mud, Pussycat Dolls with pushing their buttons (pun intended!) and now Lady Gaga who strolls down the streets with no pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;"  &gt;The French Vogue for July issue tried to glamorize the anti-pants fashion. I can’t imagine wearing just a shirt and my underwear to office although that could raise my chances of getting a promotion but the thought of walking around the streets of KL in that get up that will not make me feel sexy but slutty and the last thing I need is a car pulling over next to me and asking how much to boost my sex appeal!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-7185123733269050742?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/7185123733269050742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-give-me-sweet-give-me-hot.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/7185123733269050742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/7185123733269050742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-give-me-sweet-give-me-hot.html' title='Don’t give me sweet, give me hot!'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S2_W2D9c_sI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3q8yNuk65kc/s72-c/Sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-1584142385344525132</id><published>2010-01-12T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:58:40.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating in smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0vXP7eJN6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ELB7k2UeZrI/s1600-h/smell+perfume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0vXP7eJN6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ELB7k2UeZrI/s320/smell+perfume.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425666844760029090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Body odor - everyone’s nightmare because it’s something you don’t realize you have which everyone else can sniff and will bitch about behind your back. Your only hint? When you receive loads of cologne and perfumes during the company Christmas party. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Body odor is such a put off especially when you are in close proximity with others although I had a friend with really bad BO that we could sniff her a mile away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;However, maybe we should just dismiss this theory as something bad and turn the angle a 180&lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;. Research shows that pheromones can be sexually attractive to an unsuspecting victim…Yippee, lucky us! According to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Darwin&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, scents are used for 2 distinct reasons, defense mechanisms like the skunk or sexual attraction, the deer rubbing its hind legs against trees to attract mates. I can’t imagine forcing myself a fart just to get rid of my boss or peeing near my condo to attract men. Ok, if the peeing part worked, that would be scary!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Although, unlike animals I doubt smell can be a main attraction for humans because our noses are just not sensitive enough to pick up natural scent unless it’s really bad. Playing on these notions, you have giant cosmetic companies introducing you to a blend of exotic scents with the promise of sex, lust and carnal pleasures all trapped in a bottle that will cost you about $150 which of course suckers like us fall for. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Hei, who doesn’t wanna smell seductive if it could be bought in a bottle? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-1584142385344525132?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/1584142385344525132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheating-in-smells.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1584142385344525132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1584142385344525132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheating-in-smells.html' title='Cheating in smells'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0vXP7eJN6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/ELB7k2UeZrI/s72-c/smell+perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-2633750322228796820</id><published>2010-01-05T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:55:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says I love you first?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0Mq9_8kxVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/doqRHCGHuyc/s1600-h/iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0Mq9_8kxVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/doqRHCGHuyc/s320/iloveyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423225620910097746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;I read this joke somewhere, this woman asked her friend how to break up with her boyfriend, and the friend replies, easy just tell him you love him. Now why is it that love is the hardest word to say in a relationship? I believe because saying ‘I love you’ opens more than just floodgates but also invites landslides, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis and tornadoes. It breaks the boundaries of control and that wall you build around yourself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Love is the most complex emotion and misconstrued word ever. Saying I love you entails actions and how many men/women have we dated actually did actions that reflected that? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;What could be worse in saying I love you to the person you love? You become worried your partner would get scared of the commitment you just imposed on them. If I said I love you and he/she replied I love you too, would it be because they felt pressured they had to say it? Did they actually love you in the first place then? We always expect the man to say it first so that they wouldn’t run away if we say it first. Although I have met men who can look a woman straight in the eye and tell her he loves her without flinching and yet of course not mean it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;My English Literature teacher told us during high school that love is just a 4 lettered cheap word. At that time, we were stunned at her beliefs. How could she utter such blasphemy!! She had crushed our ideals of love and romance. She continues further, ‘love has no meaning. You don’t just say I love you to your husband’, you also say I love my bag or I love this colour and I love this shoe that I just got. Today you say I love you to your boyfriend, you break up the next day and you say I love to the next boyfriend.’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Have we been using the word love so blatantly that it is now lost in translation? I hope not, because the word love is the only word we can use to express how we feel towards that someone we don’t want to let go off. Take love away and we are left feeling hollow and empty. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;So the next time I say I love you to that certain someone, I want to mean it and I don’t care who says it first because love breaks down ego. In the words of Max Ehrmann&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;, &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold"&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-2633750322228796820?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/2633750322228796820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-says-i-love-you-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2633750322228796820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2633750322228796820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-says-i-love-you-first.html' title='Who says I love you first?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/S0Mq9_8kxVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/doqRHCGHuyc/s72-c/iloveyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-1954701282108464965</id><published>2009-12-23T10:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:38:57.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you been naughty or nice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SzGCt8iGfTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2DREUSxxAg/s1600-h/naughty-girls.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SzGCt8iGfTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2DREUSxxAg/s320/naughty-girls.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418255552558300466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0px;margin-left: 27pt; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls loosen a few buttons when its hot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls make it hot by loosening a few buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls blush during sex scenes in movies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls know they could do it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls wear white cotton panties&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls don't wear any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls think they're not fully dressed without a strand of pearls&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls think they're fully dressed with just a strand of pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls pack their toothbrush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls pack their diaphragms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls own only one credit card and rarely use it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls own only one bra and rarely use it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls wear high heels to work&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls wear high heels to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls think the office is the wrong place to have a romance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls think no place is the wrong place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls say no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls say when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:171.0pt;text-indent:-153.0pt;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good girls go to the party, go home, then go to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:171.0pt;text-indent:-153.0pt;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad girls go to the party, go to bed and then go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-153.0pt;tab-stops: list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Good Girls Go to Heaven &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:27.0pt;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list 27.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;Bad Girls Go Everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Now I’m sure deep, deep, deep inside…Santa’s hoping you were naughty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial; mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Merry X’Mas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-1954701282108464965?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/1954701282108464965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-been-naughty-or-nice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1954701282108464965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1954701282108464965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-you-been-naughty-or-nice.html' title='Have you been naughty or nice?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SzGCt8iGfTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/C2DREUSxxAg/s72-c/naughty-girls.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-540723255040118489</id><published>2009-12-15T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:08:19.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Syc1nOWspqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Uwu9JPu1uWk/s1600-h/be-true-to-yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Syc1nOWspqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Uwu9JPu1uWk/s320/be-true-to-yourself.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415356024920778402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;First impressions always count whether you are on a date, to get that job, meeting your future in laws, meeting his friends, applying for a bank loan etc. Yes! First impressions count and you can forget the I-expect-them-to-accept-me-for-who-I-am belief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;I for one am a girl who believes in comfort. Give me a pair of sneakers and jeans and I could go for any occasions with it. Have you ever realised how uncomfortable women’s clothes are? You have to be careful when wearing a short skirt, you don’t want to catch a draft when bending over or crossing your legs. What about plunging or wide necklines, you move a little forward and the one in front of you gets a full display of today’s bra and not forgetting the agonizing 5 inch heels that kills your feet and your back. Heck! the only 5 inches I want is not on my feet but in my sheets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Back to first impressions, so if you want that high end job or meeting your in-laws, you can’t get away with an orange coloured Adidas sneakers and a cool t-shirt that says slacker on it. No, because as much as people claim you should be true to yourself, not many of us can get away with being true to ourselves. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;As a woman and especially as a woman, we always have to watch what we say, be careful when we eat, how we sit and have proper manners all the time. I just look forward to the time I can just stretch my legs, kick off those heels and throw out the please, excuse me’s and thank you’s and cuss anywhere and anytime I like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;So when can we get to be who we are? In the comfort of our own personal time and with a woman’s schedule, yeah …you can only pray you have 36 hours in a day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-540723255040118489?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/540723255040118489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-be-or-not-to-be.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/540723255040118489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/540723255040118489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Syc1nOWspqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Uwu9JPu1uWk/s72-c/be-true-to-yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-5484277244056919749</id><published>2009-12-01T09:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:12:14.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What he’d say to get laid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SxRrsmL0JdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9qaPpWgJbQM/s1600/wanna+get+laid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SxRrsmL0JdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9qaPpWgJbQM/s320/wanna+get+laid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410067466287326674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;How low would he sink? Apparently quite low &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Men: I’ve heard sex is a killer. Wanna die happy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;What has 142 teeth and holds back the incredible hulk? My zipper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Are you an overdue book? Because you’ve got FINE written all over you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Wanna come and see my Hard Drive? Babe, I promise you it ain't 3.5 inches and it sure ain't floppy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Your Daddy must have been a Baker, cos you’ve got the nicest set of buns I've ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Is that a mirror in your pocket? Cause I can definitely see myself in your pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol; font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Sit on my lap and we'll talk about the first thing that pops up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Did you fart? Because you just blew me away!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-mso-bidi-font-weight:boldfont-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Do you work for UPS? Because I swear I saw you checking out my package.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;"Hey do you have any Irish in you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;"You want some?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;"Are your parents from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Because I think you're the bomb!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;If you were a booger, I'd pick you first&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;How about we play lion and lion tamer? You hold your mouth open, and I'll put my head in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Hey babe, wanna make an easy fifty bucks?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;I'll give you a nickel if you tickle my pickle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in;text-indent:-9.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .25in"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;color:black;"&gt;You are so beautiful that I want to be reincarnated as your child so that I can breastfeed by you until I'm 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-5484277244056919749?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/5484277244056919749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hed-say-to-get-laid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/5484277244056919749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/5484277244056919749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hed-say-to-get-laid.html' title='What he’d say to get laid'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SxRrsmL0JdI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9qaPpWgJbQM/s72-c/wanna+get+laid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-1235176188914708494</id><published>2009-11-18T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:07:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men with estrogens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SwOcTJ55P8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cie2n9i1JKg/s1600/sensitivemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SwOcTJ55P8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cie2n9i1JKg/s320/sensitivemen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405335830664921026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Ever dated a man who was way more emotional than you were? He was the co-dependent, clingy, needy and insecure one? He was the one who needed assurance from you and that you’ll never walk away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Men will never admit they are emotional. You see being emotional can be in so many levels and not just crying to a sad movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Here are some pointers that you could or have dated an emo-sapien:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He feels neglected when you are out with your friends and you did not invite him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He’s sensitive to everything you say and oblivious to everything he says&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He instantly wants to be open about the relationship and is upset if you need time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He wants to hang out with the gang all the time so that he could constantly be with you&lt;br /&gt;When there is a fight, you have to be the one calling and consoling him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;You always need to understand where he is coming from&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He’s always the victim&lt;br /&gt;The term ‘personal space’ has no meaning to him &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;You have to be the strong one for him every time shit happens &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He keeps calling and calling and calling if you don’t pick up &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He sends you lengthy messages on the phone about how he feels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;He keeps holding your hands even at a friend’s place during a game of monopoly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Emo is men’s taboo word, call them that and they become instantly over sensitive and terribly defensive. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;I admit I would like a sensitive man but someone who’s able to understand my temperaments and my feelings just as how I would his…. period. I don’t want to be caught in an emotional web where everything is about his feelings, his needs and his wants. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;My man has to be a man, to be the one for me when I fall, to be my pillar of strength and most importantly to allow me to be the woman in the relationship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-1235176188914708494?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/1235176188914708494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/11/men-with-estrogens.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1235176188914708494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1235176188914708494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/11/men-with-estrogens.html' title='Men with estrogens'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SwOcTJ55P8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/cie2n9i1JKg/s72-c/sensitivemen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3435234066442461240</id><published>2009-11-10T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:39:24.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingerie defines a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Svj8R3NinXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OjUcKJAAVag/s1600-h/sexy+garter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Svj8R3NinXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OjUcKJAAVag/s320/sexy+garter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402345136839630194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;A woman in lingerie is a woman at her sexiest and most in control. Knowing what you are wearing inside hidden from the outside world gives you a sense of empowerment which only women can relate too. Lingerie is a powerful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-style:italic"&gt;aphrodisiac, strut one in the bedroom with high stilettos and you can have your man eating out of your hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Lingerie is personal and extremely seductive. Put one on and you would be staring at yourself in the mirror for a long time because lingerie oozes your sex appeal. You not only look sexy, you feel sexy and you become sexy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Wearing a corset with a garter belt and the whole paraphernalia that comes with it and watch yourself transform into an irresistible nymph &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;So what kind of a lingerie person are you? The long, shapeless one that also works as Xanax and puts your partner on a snooze mode?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Or the smoldering hot one that causes smoke alarms to set off &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Remember the rule of thumb to wearing lingerie is ‘not everything less is more’. In your attempt to look like a seductive temptress, you don’t want to appear looking like a back alley whore. Don’t bare all, there should be some left for the imagination well before he claws his way through. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-3435234066442461240?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3435234066442461240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingerie-defines-woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3435234066442461240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3435234066442461240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/11/lingerie-defines-woman.html' title='Lingerie defines a woman'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Svj8R3NinXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OjUcKJAAVag/s72-c/sexy+garter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-106345385853940147</id><published>2009-10-22T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:53:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it’s the same mirror, why do we look at ourselves differently?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SuAA08nJWxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Xcl3_shnGyU/s1600-h/womenandmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SuAA08nJWxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Xcl3_shnGyU/s320/womenandmen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395313263213370130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Self-esteem is a personal validation of oneself and your value as a person; body image is how someone feels about his or her own physical appearance which is I belief has a correlation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Women are on a constant weight loss battle to look good for their fat, bald ugly men. Have you seen a guy shed 5 kilos or get on a treadmill so that he doesn’t lose his girlfriend? Ok so maybe there are some but I’m pretty sure very remote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I dated a guy who did not have a great complexion, who lost all his hair and would look at himself in the mirror and tell me he’s so good looking. I too saw myself in that same mirror but all I saw was a bulging tummy, dark circles under my eyes and to my horror spotted some white hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So why is it that we can never see ourselves looking and feeling great? Apparently up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;to 8 out of 10 women will be dissatisfied with their reflection, and more than half may see a distorted image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Men on the other hand look into the mirror and are more likely to be either pleased with what they see or indifferent. Research shows that men generally have a much more positive body-image than women – if anything, they may tend to over-estimate their attractiveness. Some men looking in the mirror may literally not see the flaws in their appearance – Yes, I’m sure we didn’t need a research to point that out, do we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What happens when a woman or a man gains weight? The first person to notice that would be our moms – Judge Dredd. Worse if you are single, she will tell you lose weight or stay single for the rest of your life…ok that’s not such a horrible thought after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What happens when a man gains weight? Nothing, no one even notices or if they do, they crack bad jokes like dude, you still seeing your balls down there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tabloid magazines would feature a picture of Victoria Beckham and zero in on her skinny thighs and magnify it to show an insignificant sight of her cellulite. Do you see them doing the same to Russell Crow or Val Kilmer? No these fat asses get away with once again some bad jokes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its women who gets hit the most and it has been estimated that young women now see more images of outstandingly beautiful women in one day than our mothers saw throughout their entire adolescence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&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/4157963478634150721-106345385853940147?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/106345385853940147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-its-same-mirror-why-do-we-look-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/106345385853940147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/106345385853940147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-its-same-mirror-why-do-we-look-at.html' title='If it’s the same mirror, why do we look at ourselves differently?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SuAA08nJWxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Xcl3_shnGyU/s72-c/womenandmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-59125313856002284</id><published>2009-10-06T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:38:15.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to have a normal name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsrkqEcZjlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RdaJsE1gIAo/s1600-h/baby-names.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsrkqEcZjlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RdaJsE1gIAo/s320/baby-names.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389371315500715602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; celebrities are on a race to compete for the weirdest names for their babies. My heart goes out for these kids whom I reckon will be hounded for the rest of their lives thanks to their brainless parents. Let’s take a look at the tragic names these parents thought off while downing whiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bronx Mowgli is the son of Ashlee Simpson &amp;amp; Pete Wentz. Rob Morrow decided to name his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;child Tu Morrow. Wouldn’t it be easier if it was just To Morrow? At least we wouldn’t have to worry about getting the spelling right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jason Lee the weirdo from M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;y &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Name is Earl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, named his kid Pilot Inspektor, its no wonder Season 4 got cancelled. Must be due to creative differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;text-underline:nonefont-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spice Girl, Geri Halliwell pushed it a notch by naming her daughter Bluebell Madonna. Well at least, Bluebell will never have to worry about having a stage name should she become an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Actor Dan Cortese jumped into the bandwagon of hollyweirdo by naming his kid Tabooger, which sounds like something Boeing would name their airplanes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If the name 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cent isn’t bad enough, he named his son Bow-Ty, I was surprised, didn’t the son at least deserve ‘A Dollar’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Given the good movies both Demi Moore and Bruce Willis have done, I must say I’m sorely disappointed to the names they gave their kids - Rumer, Scout and Tallulah. Really! What were they thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Vanilla Ice named his daughter Dusti Rain, which I think was named after a stripper in some sleazy joint called Tities for Dummies. KeeLee Breeze has named her son, Audio Science Clayton, I’m guessing her following children would be Sight History Clayton and Smell Geography Clayton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is it too much to name your kid Amy, John or Rebecca? I foresee the gloomy future these kids would have being taunted in school and at work. I mean would you hire a lawyer named Pilot Inspektor? Its not cool ladies and gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If your kids ever starts popping pills at the age of 6 its all your fault!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-59125313856002284?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/59125313856002284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-have-normal-name.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/59125313856002284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/59125313856002284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-have-normal-name.html' title='I want to have a normal name'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsrkqEcZjlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RdaJsE1gIAo/s72-c/baby-names.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-1209759344738014758</id><published>2009-10-01T08:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:44:01.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do we want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsP6rx5DEVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/r9qqiPZaYb0/s1600-h/love-money1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsP6rx5DEVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/r9qqiPZaYb0/s320/love-money1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387425209299177810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What matters most to men? Ambition, money and career. What matters most to women, love men and relationships. I’m not saying that it’s the only things that matter but I’m saying men and women give more importance to different aspects of their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Women will ruminate over their knight in shining armor. Will he arrive in a carriage or a Mercedes, when does he make his presence known, how many lovely kids they would have, would they have undying love to each other towards the very end, does she get to wear a Vera Wang to the wedding….how whimsical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now, let’s take a look at the other species, men are structured and well planned animals. They know where they want to be in the next 5 years, a CEO to a multinational company by sleeping with the boss’s daughter, embezzling enough money to start a side business. Having stocks in multiple portfolios and facing fraud charges from various business partners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Men deal with stress by calling up their buddies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;downing loads of alcohol and having a one night stand to boost his ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; Women deal with stress by also getting drunk, having meaningless sex with a guy but regretting it later and calling all her girlfriends for a support group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Women think with their hearts and logic is sometimes overcome with their emotions, maybe that’s why they can’t seem to know a loser when they are dating one. Men think mainly with their minds, everything has to be concise and precise and all facts laid out before they make their decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;And perhaps that balances it in a relationship. While men crave for success in fame and money and women seek success in their family life, each of them equalize their need for a perfect home with each bringing something to the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Once again, the author wishes to express that it does not mean each sex has only one thing in mind but it is relatively dependant on priority &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-1209759344738014758?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/1209759344738014758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-we-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1209759344738014758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/1209759344738014758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-do-we-want.html' title='What do we want?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SsP6rx5DEVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/r9qqiPZaYb0/s72-c/love-money1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3079436414748624051</id><published>2009-09-24T23:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:36:09.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella …the modern day version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SruQwAF08aI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x5JmagzudNo/s1600-h/cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SruQwAF08aI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x5JmagzudNo/s320/cinderella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385056933784121762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And so one day….Danielle’s dad left her mom to marry his secretary after they were caught doing some major, intensive workouts in the office. Soon, Danielle’s mom and dad were embroiled in a bitter custody battle until the dad decided to pay the mom off and Danielle was soon shipped over with dad and secretary to Belle Air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Now Danielle was the quiet sort of girl, she didn’t have many friends either. Frankly it was because she had bad breath and every time she opened her mouth, a fly died!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;When she turned 17, everything had changed. The father left the family for another secretary and she was stuck with her step mom and 2 really hot sisters. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And soon prom came and no one asked Danielle to be their date…sucky. She was hoping for the school’s hottie Sean to ask her out but he was too busy hooking up with her step sister who happened to have brains, personality, fresh breath, a killer body and good looks and co-incidentally the school’s cheerleader. Another brownie point for the step sister!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;So on prom nite with no date, Danielle decided to stay home. But she quickly changed her mind when her mom staggered home drunk with a beefy construction worker named Tim around her arm. She knew she had to leave the house when she overheard the stepmom slur, ‘let’s get you out of this clothes right now, my girls ain’t home’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle hurriedly looked for something decent to wear but alas her closet was only filled with jeans and t-shirts. She rushed over to her step sisters’ rooms and well ….they were locked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And so she made a wish, a wish for her to be able to find the perfect dress and head to prom and meet her knight in shining armour. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And so she waited…..and waited, it was almost 10 and she was still waiting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Meanwhile, in fairyland, there was a union strike as the fairy godmothers were tired of fulfilling everyone’s own desires except their own – to have time for their own spa, medi and pedi cures, body wraps and facials. They were tired of looking like beaten old and wrinkled grandmothers but wanted to spot a more youthful appearance. So, as you can see, there was really no one there to hear Danielle’s wish…except for one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Her name was Samantha. She was a single and unemployed mother of 5 kids. Kicked out of her last job as a cocktail waitress for flirting with another married woman in front of her husband, Samantha was determined to try out for the temporary filling of fairy godmother post while the union was still on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;And so off she went to visit Danielle. Poof! She appeared.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Wo dude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Samantha: I’m your fairy god sista. I heard you wanted to head to a prom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Yeah!! So you gonna help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Samantha: That depends, have you been a good girl or a bad girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Isn’t that Santa’s line? Oh well, definitely good. I study all the time. Do my homework, get straight A’s, no boyfriends, no sex, no smoking, no drinking and I’ve never touched a joint in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Samantha: Shit! You have been a bad girl then. Ok look, i need this job to feed my kids, so let’s drop all formalities and get you fixed up for the prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Cool, ok I was hoping to get the latest Autumn Collection of Gucci? It’s the navy blue halter top with the glittering silver brooch in front?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Samantha: Err….i don’t have those. I’m only a temp staff and therefore my powers are limited. You ok with something from MNG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Yeah why not? Beggars cannot be choosers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Tada! Samantha dressed Danielle up in a white off shoulders dress matched her in earrings, and a nice bracelet from DeGems and a Miss Sixty clutch bag. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Danielle: Wow! I’ve never seen myself look so good. So I’m good to go? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Samantha: Hang on, your dress needs to be shorter and wait your boobs are not showing let me just pull this dress lower. Ok and don’t forget your fresh mints. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;So off Samantha went, she couldn’t get a ride to the prom cuz stepmom was doing a belly dancing show for Tim and so she waited for the bus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;When she got to the prom, everything seemed magical. She popped a freshmint and hei presto her bad breath was gone. She went looking for Sean but he was nowhere to be found, she later found out that in his extreme state of self consciousness, he decided to skip prom when he woke up this morning and found a huge zit on his nose.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Left with no one to impress, Danielle told herself to fuck it and she could have fun all by herself. Some of the kids brought their own vodka and Danielle had not one or two but half a bottle and she partied so hard all nite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;She woke up the next morning with a really bad hangover and realized one thing, ‘you need not rely your happiness on a boy, you can have fun on your own and that she did’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;She was happy over her new epiphany but also disappointed that she was grounded. You see, her stepmom found a hikkie on her Danielle’s neck and told her no social life for you young lady till you are 45.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;As we speak, Danielle’s still at home waiting for another 28 years before she can party!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-3079436414748624051?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3079436414748624051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinderella-modern-day-version.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3079436414748624051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3079436414748624051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/cinderella-modern-day-version.html' title='Cinderella …the modern day version'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SruQwAF08aI/AAAAAAAAAFI/x5JmagzudNo/s72-c/cinderella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6337762403029310556</id><published>2009-09-16T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:48:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m all for give and take</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SrCmD77YnzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C-3s3iyb1pg/s1600-h/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SrCmD77YnzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C-3s3iyb1pg/s320/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381984141264330546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;As long as he’s giving and I’m taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;. How much of equality are you willing to practice in your relationship. In some parts of the world, the ladies give and give and give and now you see a new trend emerging these days, women are willing to give depending on what the man is willing to compromise. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Ha ha, smart move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;But if you met the right one, whose company you enjoy, whose touch sends you to the moon, whose voice sweeps you off your feet, whose love gives you the security and whose attention makes you the center of his world, would you give him your all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Would you still be calculative in your actions for him? Or you would do anything to make him happy, because when you have met the right one and have fallen completely head over heels with him, nothing matters any more. No more games, no more ego just pure love in its simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6337762403029310556?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6337762403029310556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-all-for-give-and-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6337762403029310556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6337762403029310556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-all-for-give-and-take.html' title='I’m all for give and take'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SrCmD77YnzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/C-3s3iyb1pg/s72-c/2007-01-26+Compromise.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6040622117005170737</id><published>2009-09-03T09:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:40:17.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sp8dC_ceONI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A52ikg5Z6u4/s1600-h/dog+better+than+a+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sp8dC_ceONI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A52ikg5Z6u4/s320/dog+better+than+a+man.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377048417331460306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Yes, I have a dog in my apartment. Well, she’s not really my dog but my housemate’s and I’m the Godmother. We both share custody of Cleo. She’s a miniature schnauzer and she’s absolutely adorable. She’ll have you eating out of her palm in no time. Her eyes are so hypnotic, she could get away with murder and yes, we do charge her for rent if you ever need to get away from the cops. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;What do I like about Cleo? Anything and everything. She’s amazingly affectionate. She’s so playful, she’s so loving and sometimes a tad bit silly. She whines when we leave and is excited when we come home. She yelps in excitement and dances around us the moment we open the door. She follows us to the kitchen, the bathroom, to our personal rooms and waits for us patiently to finish anything we are doing. She lies on you or sits nearby when you ignore her and places her head right smack in the middle of a book you are reading if you fail to pay her any attention. With all that, you just can’t get angry with that furry canine because once you meet Cleo you are smittened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Which brings me to today’s question: Why a dog can be much better than a man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;A dog is always emotionally available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog is always emotionally available&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;6 months later and the dog is still interested in you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog will never stray &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog always knows who’s its owner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog listens to instructions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog never has trouble cuddling up &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog always wants to be with you and by your side&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog never gets bored&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;A dog wants a relationship with you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There’s also another one on why a cucumber is much better than a man but we’ll save that for a later post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6040622117005170737?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6040622117005170737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6040622117005170737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6040622117005170737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog.html' title='The Dog'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sp8dC_ceONI/AAAAAAAAAE4/A52ikg5Z6u4/s72-c/dog+better+than+a+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-8595145595856329316</id><published>2009-08-27T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:54:04.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A woman’s life support system</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SpXnI6vXkAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u8bSohGiZR4/s1600-h/girlfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SpXnI6vXkAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u8bSohGiZR4/s320/girlfriends.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374455870729457666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;If there is one thing a woman can never survive without, its her girlfriends. Yes, a group of girls coming together for their ladies night out, catching up on old times, the gossiping and bitching about each other…yup good memories. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;When you get back from a great date, who do you call? Your girlfriend of course because she shares in the excitement with you as you tell her everything that took place in great detail and she breaks it down and analyses it for you. When you start seeing someone, you always need your girlfriend’s approval. You arrange an innocent meet between your significant other and your girlfriends, and they will end up telling you whether he’s good for you. You don’t have to impress the parents that much but you definitely have to be on your best behavior with your lady’s friends, they can shred you if they want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;When your day goes wrong, when you have been proposed, you find out you are pregnant, we all call our girlfriends to tell them about it. Imagine calling up your male friends and going, John, guess what?? I just got proposed. Martin got down on his knees. John’s reply would be, ‘err….Congratulations!! (mutters under his breath, dumb Martin)..anyway I gotta go, Catch you later, bye’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Call your girlfriend and she will squeal in delight, asking you how it happened, where’s the ring from, how many carats, when’s the wedding, how did he propose and while you go into lengthy details, she gushes in awe for you. See the massive difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;You call each other up and talk for hours from how your day went, to your colleagues, to your boyfriends and his family, to meeting someone cute at the bus stop or simply because you are bored. Your girlfriend knows everything about you – your work life, your personal life, your sex life she knows all your friends, colleagues, bosses and acquaintances. Removing a girlfriend is basically removing your anchor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;A girlfriend is always there for the emotional support, but honestly if my car breaks down in the middle of nowhere at night, I would be calling my guy friend. See guy friends are there for security and protection, you go to a club, you know your guy friends will be there to make sure no one gets to you physically and you feel safe. But I can’t imagine calling my male friend up and asking, ‘Hei, I’m meeting Daniel tonite, should I wear something sexy or make it semi casual. I don’t want him to think I’m easily available so I have narrowed down my outfits to two dresses. One is a long black halter dress with a plunging neckline and the other is an off shoulder navy blue short dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;What do you think?’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-8595145595856329316?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/8595145595856329316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/womans-life-support-system.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8595145595856329316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8595145595856329316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/womans-life-support-system.html' title='A woman’s life support system'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SpXnI6vXkAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u8bSohGiZR4/s72-c/girlfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3627930296236517215</id><published>2009-08-21T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:13:05.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over the dreaded ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/So46UrBsAPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jbijul-FfW0/s1600-h/ex-boyfriend-voodoo-doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/So46UrBsAPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jbijul-FfW0/s320/ex-boyfriend-voodoo-doll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372295532321177842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;Yes him, the jackass that broke your heart, left you for another woman, that didn’t pick up your calls, who said he was not ready for commitment after a night of passion. What makes us crave for these men so much? The fact that we cannot own them or that the closure was missing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;In every woman’s life, we would encounter at least one bastard, albeit some of us have a larger share in dating assholes. My theory to this is since God made us perfect, He has to give us that one thing to mess with our emotions and lives up. Aah…the conundrum of being perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;So how do we get over someone who trampled our hearts? Immediately delete whatever photos, numbers, letters, emails or smses you have of him, because going over those mushy times will only make you remember the good times and forget the fact that he dumped you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;And what is it about alcohol that fills your brain with hay and forces you to make that one call that will ruin your life forever…calling him!!! So the next time you decide to intoxicate yourself, surrender your phone to a good girlfriend who under no circumstances will hand you the phone for any call you desperately need to make at 4am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Any bastard who wishes to remain friends after leaving you stranded is in one word a bastard…..and are we friends with bastards? No we are not cuz we deserve better than that. These sleazy men who want to be ‘friends’ have only one agenda in their head (am I not referring to the one resting on their shoulders ladies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Use revenge and pain as your motivation to start looking great. The one thing every woman wishes for her ex to see, is her at her utmost best. Get a wax, tone your legs, flex those muscles, lose some weight, put some make up on, get a great pair of shoes and a sexy dress and strut yourself at his favorite joint. Let him feast his eyes and curse himself for letting you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;And finally what better way to get over him? Go on dates, although you won’t be emotionally ready for a commitment, but then again who’s asking you to get into a relationship. Just get back into the single’s world and enjoy the options that will be in front of you. You never know who becomes the hits or the misses if you don’t give it a try now, would you?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-3627930296236517215?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3627930296236517215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-over-dreaded-ex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3627930296236517215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3627930296236517215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-over-dreaded-ex.html' title='Getting over the dreaded ex'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/So46UrBsAPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jbijul-FfW0/s72-c/ex-boyfriend-voodoo-doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-8107220432973562841</id><published>2009-08-17T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:52:46.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To play or not to play?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Soi301GgeeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvK7jt0oXIY/s1600-h/mindgames.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Soi301GgeeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvK7jt0oXIY/s320/mindgames.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370744673874770402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial"&gt;While men play the role of the prowlers, women on the other hand get into their hard to get MO. While all these ‘fowl plays’ are fun and exciting, is it really healthy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;What happens when the mind games are over and the thrill takes a downhill -he becomes tame and you conquered; at that time the only thing that will save you is your personality and skills in bed, heck what else is there to keep the fire burning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;What is it about mind games that keep us on our toes? He calls and you can only pick up after the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; ring and if he doesn’t call for the second time, you are sitting on your bed with a tub of Ben &amp;amp; Jerrys wondering what happened. You can never appear too available; you always have to pretend you don’t care; and there’s that 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; day rule of calling. Calling on first day is desperation, second day is instant gratification and the third day is perfect because both of you will be missing each other. Who made all these rules up anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;What’s the objective in mind games? To not appear too easy? But why? Is it because we want the men’s respect or is it because we enjoy the chase? Do we want to be chased? Yes!! It builds our self esteem. But isn’t it a vicious cycle when the men’s interest is only in chasing and once he’s got you he’s already have you on his leash? So it continues and to avoid the control; you keep running and he keeps chasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I used to enjoy mind games …. about 10 years ago but I find as you grow older you only want to be honest and set the intention straight so that no one gets hurt and the man knows you are not in for a one night stand and that itself will eliminate at least 85% of the men out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-8107220432973562841?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/8107220432973562841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-play-or-not-to-play.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8107220432973562841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8107220432973562841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-play-or-not-to-play.html' title='To play or not to play?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Soi301GgeeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UvK7jt0oXIY/s72-c/mindgames.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3066525911734471232</id><published>2009-08-10T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:25:58.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Appetit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sn-E4I41vUI/AAAAAAAAADw/TlUAJp3WEMI/s1600-h/weirdfood_thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sn-E4I41vUI/AAAAAAAAADw/TlUAJp3WEMI/s320/weirdfood_thailand.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368155380842347842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Anyone watching Bizarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold;font-style:normalfont-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;with Andrew Zimmern is sure to be repulsed by its gastronomy distaste. Would you reach out for that yummy meatball after watching the episode of him downing a frog's beating heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;No sir, not me. I prefer my food to be familiar and cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Imagine coming home after a hard day’s work and asking your loved one, what’s for dinner and hearing the following menu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Appetizer:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bull's rectum and testicles soup with stuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;pancreas&lt;br /&gt;Main entree: Gourmet cow's mouth and a mix platter of intestine-encased organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Dessert: chocolate-covered meal worms and crickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Served with blood freshly-harvested from King cobras made into a straight cocktail and finished with civet dropping coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I read this fish soup recipe from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in one of those weird food cookbooks. Now follow closely so that you too can prepare this at home for your loved ones. (I can’t remember the ingredients clearly but I do remember the preparation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;In a bowl, get some live rather small fish (about 1 cm long), if you can’t buy them off the market you can always fish them out of your aquarium. Throw in one lemon grass, chili, lime and ginger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;While all these fish are swimming merrily in your bowl, boil them under a slow fire and watch them die slowly. You don’t boil it under high heat else they would die fast and float all around the bowl and that would just be repugnant for the faint hearted *grin*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;No…..the trick is to slowly boil them so that all the fish would swim up into the lemon grass thinking they would be safe from harm and not knowing they are swimming to their doom. If the heat doesn’t kill them then probably claustrophobia would. Imagine 10 fish all stuck in a narrow passage inside a lemon grass and to savour this you suck on the lemon grass with all the fish suffocated inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Care to join us for a Sunday brunch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-3066525911734471232?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3066525911734471232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-appetit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3066525911734471232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3066525911734471232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/08/bon-appetit.html' title='Bon Appetit'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sn-E4I41vUI/AAAAAAAAADw/TlUAJp3WEMI/s72-c/weirdfood_thailand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-4619476126117977677</id><published>2009-07-28T16:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:24:26.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sm698whFCcI/AAAAAAAAADo/DU7xEraRlXA/s1600-h/bitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sm698whFCcI/AAAAAAAAADo/DU7xEraRlXA/s320/bitch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363433057758284226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Take B-I-T-C-H from a woman, and what’s left of her?? A helpless man!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Yes ladies, don’t be ashamed to throw attitude each time things don’t go your way. Claw your way to success and screw that waiter for bad service and burn the house of the man that broke your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Bitchiness is what makes a woman wholesome. Because B stands for Babelicious, I stands for Integrity, T stands for Total Annihilation, C stands for Carnage and H stands for Hell Raiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Bitchiness allows a woman to exercise her rights to be temperamental, sarcastic, aggressive, pushy and hostile without having to make excuses for herself. Ask a man why he’s yelling at the car park attendant and he’ll reply you he had a fall out with a co-worker and his day is fucked. Ask a woman this and she’ll answer you back, why the hell not??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;There is a book called Why Men Love Bitches, so you see ladies, men do love us. Now why are men drawn to someone bitchy, let’s face it, he has no balls of his own and relies on a strong, self empowered woman for strength. Yes, if we can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;pop a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;7 ½ pounds baby out of our vagina, we can rule the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So the next time, someone comes up to you and says you are one hell of a bitch, look at them straight in the eye and say thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-4619476126117977677?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/4619476126117977677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/proud-to-be-bitch.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4619476126117977677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4619476126117977677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/proud-to-be-bitch.html' title='Proud to be a bitch'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sm698whFCcI/AAAAAAAAADo/DU7xEraRlXA/s72-c/bitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-4007897483368837719</id><published>2009-07-23T09:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:05:10.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was my day, you ask?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sme2krzziGI/AAAAAAAAADg/_QZdvRF9qiw/s1600-h/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sme2krzziGI/AAAAAAAAADg/_QZdvRF9qiw/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361454622759422050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;I was watching Asia Uncut, and Harith Iskandar was interviewed and he said ask a woman how was her day, and she WILL tell you. That was funny. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;That is true. Ask a man how was his day, he would say the clients were not too happy with the presentation and he had lunch with his boss to discuss 2 accounts that were not doing too well and that’s it. Oh well, he might add that the steak he ordered was cooked very well and suggest we go there sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Now, ask a woman how was her day, is like opening a can of worms. Be prepared for a 15 minute uninterrupted solo communication on how her day went. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Mine always starts with, Oh my god, you know what happened? Sometimes when I say that, I look into my bf’s eyes and can tell he really doesn’t want to know but I decide ignorance is always bliss in instances like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So I proceed to tell him how some bitch cut me off while I was driving and nearly caused me an accident and when I reached the car park, the silly attendant had no change and that annoyed me. While walking to office, I bumped into Sarah and she was telling me of the MNG sale, which reminds me we have to go there for awhile after dinner, I want to check if that grey maxi dress is still available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;So back to my day, when we headed off to the office, I got pissed with my HR dept because they did not calculate my commission and when I went to speak to them they pushed to me to the payroll, by then I was so angry I gave Rebecca from payroll a earful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Work load was alright but the secretary screwed up my files but because she’s pregnant I excused her. Btw, guess what I found out? Peter and Jane hooked up last nite. Michelle came to my table and said she saw them holding hands, of course when she asked them about it today, they completely denied it, but honestly I have seen them taking lunches and occasionally working late together, there should be something, I have to investigate that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Michelle, Sarah and I decided to go to KLCC for lunch so I went to Starbucks and got a salad, we went to look for shoes after that but there were too many people so we decided to skip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;After that, work was not too bad, just some calls from disgruntled clients and I had to sort it out. Then had a meeting with the boss to discuss the marketing plans for the next quarter. Thank heavens boss was in a good mood so it went alrite. Then Kathy came over with some biscuits she got from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Goodness they were so yummy and there goes my diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;After that my boss called me in to discuss the budgets and by the time it was done it was already 6pm and time to head home. The guys invited me out for a drink but I told them I was having dinner with you. Oh, Jane says hi by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So, the next time you ask a girl how was her day….well let’s just say you have been warned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-4007897483368837719?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/4007897483368837719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-was-my-day-you-ask.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4007897483368837719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4007897483368837719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-was-my-day-you-ask.html' title='How was my day, you ask?'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sme2krzziGI/AAAAAAAAADg/_QZdvRF9qiw/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3158806787070611380</id><published>2009-07-20T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:19:48.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqsHHzjI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZycSrqgVkR8/s1600-h/1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqsHHzjI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZycSrqgVkR8/s320/1950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345318687231538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqiBtsSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y_ii_Gk8rpU/s1600-h/1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqiBtsSI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Y_ii_Gk8rpU/s320/1960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345315980194082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqdBffVI/AAAAAAAAADI/oocTSvA-PTU/s1600-h/2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqdBffVI/AAAAAAAAADI/oocTSvA-PTU/s320/2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360345314637086034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, we have come a long way from the cave days. Let’s take a look at our history, where our foremothers had struggled for the rights that we enjoy today. From the time they fought for women’s suffrage to the historical movement of throwing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;bras, high-heeled shoes, false eyelashes, girdles, makeup and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;corsets into the ‘Freedom Trash Can’. On the contrary to the popular belief, there was no burning involved because a permit could not be obtained. Yes I’m serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the 1950’s, we started out fat, contented and domesticated. Everything was about family, baking and household chores. Our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;personal and professional identities were than defined by a male-dominated society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Then came the sexual revolution of the late 1960’s, women became more aware of Freud’s sexual studies and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lady Chatterley was arousing our hibernated senses. 1970’s witnessed the Hare Rama movement, Flower Power and the hippie culture, where sex, drugs and psychedelic rock were glorified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The 1980’s saw a sharp rise in women’s enrollment into college in graduate studies and of course the first woman to become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;’s first Prime Minister - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Margaret Thatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;. And the 1990’s and 2000’s as we know it was the rise of Oprah Winfrey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hillary Clinton,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sonia Gandhi, Condoleezza Rice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Carly Fiorina. Women have become more empowered, determined and strong willed. We are no longer reduced to cooking, cleaning and producing but have ventured into fields that would leave our ancestors brimming with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What can I say, its been such a glorious journey for us, let’s celebrate this by calling our girlfriends, having a pajama party and reading the bible together…nah kidding stock the fridge with loads of alcohol and get drunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&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/4157963478634150721-3158806787070611380?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3158806787070611380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/transition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3158806787070611380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3158806787070611380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SmPFqsHHzjI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZycSrqgVkR8/s72-c/1950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-2511995364757906054</id><published>2009-07-15T09:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:02:24.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble bath the ultimate luxury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sl0xYrZtATI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xz2MDmm3dbY/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sl0xYrZtATI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xz2MDmm3dbY/s320/bath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358493431677911346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What do we all crave for after an arduous day? A nice warm bubble bath with lavender oil, a head pillow, surrounded with candles, soft music, rose petals, a bottle of wine and James Franco giving you a nice foot massage. Well if James is not available, you can always get a rubber ducky or a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is it about a bubble bath that soothes your senses and puts you in that zen mode? And why is it only women have bubble baths? Perhaps, men do too but are still in the closet about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The only detriment to a bubble bath is maintaining its temperature. After awhile of soaking yourself in the tub, the temperature starts to drop. My school teacher once told me that soaking in a bathtub is not her cup of tea because the dirt would also be floating in the tub. What an ugly picture to paint for such a sensual portrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited my friend’s apartment after she had it furbished. My friend has a flair for the interior decoration although by day she’s a lawyer by profession. I remember her bathroom. It’s one room I wouldn’t mind renting and living in! It had spot lights, with mirrors all around and a hint of Balinese in it. Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;A bubble bath should be long, dreamy, and luxurious. Don’t insult it by dipping in for 10 minutes and coming out quickly. If that’s the case, the pleasure of a bubble bath is not meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So what reasons I can think of for having a bubble bath? A nice way to bond with your partner, a good stress reliever, the best way of spending some lone time or a good reason to finish your book. In fact there could be no reason at all. Just soak yourself in and you have set yourself up for Nirvana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Every woman needs this, in fact I would recommend men to start jumping into the bandwagon. Speaking of which, I need to go now, I have a bubble bath waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-2511995364757906054?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/2511995364757906054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubble-bath-ultimate-luxury.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2511995364757906054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2511995364757906054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubble-bath-ultimate-luxury.html' title='Bubble bath the ultimate luxury'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Sl0xYrZtATI/AAAAAAAAACo/Xz2MDmm3dbY/s72-c/bath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6778940238054399971</id><published>2009-07-13T09:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:07:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlqIKhRHkKI/AAAAAAAAACg/EEl9LI1x3-8/s1600-h/perfection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlqIKhRHkKI/AAAAAAAAACg/EEl9LI1x3-8/s320/perfection.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357744421020864674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;So just how many of us are contented with our bulging tummies, thunder thighs, crow’s feet, flabby arms and love handles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Exactly, none of us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the 1950’s voluptuous bodies were thought to be sexy and acceptable, and then came the first dreaded advertising campaign- the start of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;body consciousness. Marketers took this advantage to promote thin being beautiful and 40 years later we are still striving for that perfect body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But what exactly is a perfect body? Tell any woman she’s not fat and she would smile at you in disbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;What has affected our esteem? Cosmetic companies, slimming companies, couture dresses everything is marketed to tell you, you are not pretty enough and you could lose that extra 5 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Luckily what God cannot give you, a doctor can. Women are resorting to various treatments and surgeries just to stay young and fabulous, but can we actually turn the clock against aging? Well, if you make obscene amount of money like Angelina Jolie, you can I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;But where does this take us then? The condition &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Body Dysmorphic Disorder is diagnosed as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;person who is excessively concerned by an imagined or minor defect and ultimately becomes addicted to plastic surgery like the case of the Korean woman so obsessed with plastic surgery she injected herself with cooking oil when she couldn’t afford anymore surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where would vanity take you? In London, you can get a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;bull sperm hair treatment and that’s not bullocks ladies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;the Japanese U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;guisu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; made out of nightingale excrement is gaining popularity in spas in NY and Bioforskning a Norwegian company uses spermine in their facial treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Let’s get real, when I say I wanna get down and dirty I don’t mean having jizz all over my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Look its bad enough we have low self esteem when we see stick thin androgynous models strut themselves in Gucci dresses, do we need to further add insult to injury by applying poop and cum on our faces to feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Wake up women!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6778940238054399971?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6778940238054399971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeking-perfection.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6778940238054399971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6778940238054399971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/seeking-perfection.html' title='Seeking perfection'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlqIKhRHkKI/AAAAAAAAACg/EEl9LI1x3-8/s72-c/perfection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-4779695379130901330</id><published>2009-07-09T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:48:56.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee...the substance we can’t live without</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlU9_QJkRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/09Nlr0lAuv4/s1600-h/coffee-beans-austin-texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlU9_QJkRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/09Nlr0lAuv4/s320/coffee-beans-austin-texas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356255488703219474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;For those coffee addicts, you can survive without love, clothes, shoes, a bottle of Carlsberg or a grilled trout but can you smile when you open the cabinet only to realize the coffee is finished? And that sums up your mood for the day…fucked!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;My ex used to have about 5 cups a day and so does my housemate; and to be sure she NEVER runs out of coffee. She has 2 spare bottles in the kitchen drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So, let’s explore coffee….in its mission to conquer the world it has seeped into every gourmet meal/dessert laid on a table not to mention the variety of coffees available - &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hazelnuts, Mocha, Espresso, Latte, Black, Macchiato, Cappuccino, Americano. You also have you have the strong, regular, decaf, light, Gold, Arabica sold in the supermarkets and if that wasn’t enough they have it in ice creams, cakes and biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I must say, the one that knocked my socks off was the Civet Coffee also known as Kopi Luwak. The Civet is known to choose ripe coffee beans for their afternoon snack and while these beans are going through its digestive tracks it is combined with its saliva passing from the mouth through the intestinal track adding ‘flavour’ to the coffee otherwise also known as its shit to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;And this is known to be a popular drink in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and exported to other countries where the suckers have no idea where their beans are coming from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Coffee for me? No thanx, I’ll just have my vodka neat..hic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-4779695379130901330?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/4779695379130901330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffeethe-substance-we-cant-live.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4779695379130901330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4779695379130901330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/coffeethe-substance-we-cant-live.html' title='Coffee...the substance we can’t live without'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlU9_QJkRxI/AAAAAAAAACY/09Nlr0lAuv4/s72-c/coffee-beans-austin-texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6082278930187859126</id><published>2009-07-07T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:50:28.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael you will be missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlKjNEN33TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4Vb7LLMa4go/s1600-h/MichealJackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlKjNEN33TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4Vb7LLMa4go/s320/MichealJackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355522351762496818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;As you are laid to rest today, I look back at the fond memories I had of you. My first song was Beat It. My first crush was you. You brought me into a world of fantasy with your creative videos and created beats that reverberated around the world with popularity to this day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I now wish we were kinder to you, gentler, more compassionate towards your plight. We took you for granted because we never in our wildest dreams would think an icon could be mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You were young and delicate at heart and we made a mockery of that. Your immense contribution to the music world became a platform to generation of artists to come. Your contribution to the plight of humanity only reflected the compassionate man you were. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;You cared about us but we neglected you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;As I sit here struggling to find words to describe the impact you made on our generation, I can simply say I’m at loss for words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I wished things took a different turn for you but it didn’t. So I and millions of your fans out there sincerely wish that you find peace and joy in your afterlife because truly Michael you deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;We love you and you will always be cherished in our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6082278930187859126?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6082278930187859126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-you-will-be-missed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6082278930187859126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6082278930187859126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-you-will-be-missed.html' title='Michael you will be missed'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlKjNEN33TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4Vb7LLMa4go/s72-c/MichealJackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-2388783624957007213</id><published>2009-07-06T10:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:49:10.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High infidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlFdoHUzv0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OpGaVzAyXfA/s1600-h/cheating-wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlFdoHUzv0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OpGaVzAyXfA/s320/cheating-wife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355164375662706498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;If you are not cheating then you are 1 in a billion people out there (ok that's exaggerating). How do people get attracted to others when they are married or already in a relationship? Beats me. However, I believe it can happen. Can you eat Vanilla ice cream everyday for the rest of your life? Nope, you will eventually switch to Strawberries or Chocolates. I know people (married and non) who have occasionally taken this road to perdition and do so without remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look if you know you can’t hold your pants down for only one woman/man, why in the freaking place get hooked up? As always men believe that its their instinct to hunt while women just stay in caves waiting to prepare the meal. Well wake up and smell the Channel No. 5 because women are no longer sitting and waiting in their caves but speaking to developers, converting them into high end neighbourhoods and starting a catering a business on the side while the Neanderthals we call men are living in delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I googled how to have an affair and to my utter horror, there’s more than 16 pages dedicated to how to cheat on your spouse without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s have a bit of fun on what we can do to theses cheating dickheads, I wouldn’t suggest killing them as that would end the thrill a bit too soon, we need to make them suffer just a little bit (understatement of the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max out their credit cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn all their expensive clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell their prized possessions for 5 dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch their cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour water into their petrol tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint their windshields black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a message on the radio or facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave termites in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff fresh prawns under the bed so the rotting smell is enough for them to feel nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send nasty pictures of him to his office mates or load it up on facebook and tag him to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, feel free to send in more punishments if you have any creative ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author wishes to acknowledge that as much as there’s jerks out there cheating on their partners, there’s also women who are doing the same with no guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-2388783624957007213?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/2388783624957007213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-infidelity.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2388783624957007213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2388783624957007213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-infidelity.html' title='High infidelity'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SlFdoHUzv0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OpGaVzAyXfA/s72-c/cheating-wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6306701286247937101</id><published>2009-07-01T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:03:11.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are from Venus and Men are from Toilets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skq__WXq-TI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q28MIv0JD3E/s1600-h/men-women-brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skq__WXq-TI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q28MIv0JD3E/s320/men-women-brain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353302202140784946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;After dating for six months, Denise posed the one dreaded question to Jasper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise: So how do you define our relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper: Its fun, I’m having a great time, you are having a great time, we should do this more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise: No I mean, where do we go from here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper: We can catch GI Joe at the mall. I sure hope you are a fan; I’ll pick you up tomorrow say 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise: Why are you being facetious about this relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper (thinking): What does facetious mean??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise (thinking): I blew it, he doesn’t like me now and he’s not going to call. We are having our first couple’s fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper (thinking): Is she upset because I finished her dessert? Maybe she doesn’t like me eating off her plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise (thinking): I don’t get it, we shared a dessert, it was the most personal thing I have done with him and he doesn’t seem to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper (thinking): Hmm….what was that dessert called? Boy, that was a damn good one. I think it was creamy brul or crepe bulle. Sigh, these French people never make it easy on us. Hmm….will have to go for it again&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise (thinking): I should have seen this coming, he doesn’t want a serious commitment or maybe I am just having too many high expectations. He’s a nice guy even if he’s not perfect and I should know there’s no such thing as a knight in shining armour. I shouldn’t lose everything I have now because of my ideals of what a perfect romance should be like. I have to wait for him to be ready to come out of his shell. I really do like him so much and I can see us having a wonderful church marriage with 5 kids living in a ranch somewhere in the distant future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper (thinking): Gosh, Denise’s short skirt is turning me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper: You wanna over come to my place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Denise (thinking): HE WANTS ME!!! He’s just too scared to say it too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Denise: Yes!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper (thinking): Alright, I’m getting laid tonite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;The next morning, Jasper drops Denise home. Denise calls her best friend Tracy and tells her everything. It’s a 3 and half hour conversation of precise details of what took place. Everything is analysed, every gesture is broken down into and every thing Jasper says is reexamined. What he thought, how he felt and where this relationship is heading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Jasper calls his buddy Jay for beers and Jay asks Jasper if he got lucky last nite and Jasper’s replies, ‘Hooya! I scored!!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6306701286247937101?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6306701286247937101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/women-are-from-venus-and-men-are-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6306701286247937101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6306701286247937101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/07/women-are-from-venus-and-men-are-from.html' title='Women are from Venus and Men are from Toilets'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skq__WXq-TI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q28MIv0JD3E/s72-c/men-women-brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-3535512398467553945</id><published>2009-06-30T10:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:04:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till death do us part</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skl1QuAR1DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1MNDw1lRZI/s1600-h/DivorceCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skl1QuAR1DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1MNDw1lRZI/s320/DivorceCake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352938562194101298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Marriage - some of us say it with an exclamation and well some like me say it with a sigh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Why???? Because we have all dragged our heavy feet down that road of heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Who ever said marriages are made in heaven were just not human. If you can’t keep a relationship, then what’s the guarantee of a marriage other than that handcuffs he slips on to your fingers and yours to him. The longer we stay single, the longer we put off marriage; because women become more aware of their rights, their freedom and their independence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let’s see, once you are married, you have all the uninvited guests of in-laws and relatives permanently parking themselves at your home and not to forget their own version of Dr Phil’s advise on how to live your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Would you be able to take fancy trips with your bunch of friends without having to call back every 15 minutes just to keep your spouse updated of your whereabouts? Would you not worry if your spouse said he’s having a karaoke session with his friends? Moving in together presents a whole new set of other problems. He doesn’t push the toothpaste from the end, he does not use a coaster, he does not lift the toilet seat and ESPN is on 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;A relationship is easier, you don’t like him, he doesn’t like you, it’s easy you call it quits. Cry buckets and engage in a male thrashing session with good ole girlfriends to get over him, burn his underwear and all his toiletries and sing the kumbaya and the heartache is over…well briefly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;But marriage….can you just walk out? There’s the papers, the family, the kids. Is there any assurance for a happy marriage? A self confessed feminist like me will say yes, women will work hard to keep the marriage going because we are fixers by nature; but what about the irresponsible men who just take things for granted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;In conclusion, marriage is an impending doom of a relationship. You have to be prepared financially, emotionally, physically (when you need to throw the blender at him) and ready for hard work to pull it off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So, who’s ready to take the first plunge? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-3535512398467553945?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/3535512398467553945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-death-do-us-part.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3535512398467553945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/3535512398467553945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/till-death-do-us-part.html' title='Till death do us part'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/Skl1QuAR1DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/s1MNDw1lRZI/s72-c/DivorceCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-4023337819398681533</id><published>2009-06-29T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:03:28.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural or C-Section</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkgeZBcT0vI/AAAAAAAAABw/jTxTBXireMw/s1600-h/pregnant-woman-belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkgeZBcT0vI/AAAAAAAAABw/jTxTBXireMw/s320/pregnant-woman-belly.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352561572362572530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Did you know the latest fad of giving birth is via C-Sec? For those singletons who didn’t know that, yes that’s the in thing these days. A dear friend of mine is 6 months along the family way and she has made up her mind to go into labour and push her baby out the au natural way. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Doctors these days are too lazy to be on call and therefore try to convince you that a C-Sec will just knock you out and get the job done in an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Her mom told her that doing a C-Sec denies you the very right to enjoy the one experience of motherhood, and I must agree. Isn’t our body built to withstand pain? Our body or specifically the vagina is able to expand to allow the child to slide its way out. Amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Choosing &lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;natural child birth &lt;/span&gt;is trusting your body to have the confidence; knowing we have all the tools we need to give birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Let’s face it, when you have a child, you carry her for the next nine months going through morning sickness, pregnancy classes, the Lamaze breathing techniques, weird cravings, swelled legs, awful stretch marks, nausea and worse avoiding alcohol for the whole nine months!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;After all that torture, don't you want to go through the final pinnacle of pain (or pleasure)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Knowing the child has come out into this world through your own efforts is ultimately pricelsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So kudos to my friend and to all the courageous women out there who’s willing to P-U-S-H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-4023337819398681533?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/4023337819398681533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/natural-or-c-section.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4023337819398681533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/4023337819398681533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/natural-or-c-section.html' title='Natural or C-Section'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkgeZBcT0vI/AAAAAAAAABw/jTxTBXireMw/s72-c/pregnant-woman-belly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6130905913712437410</id><published>2009-06-26T10:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:57:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity is our downfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkQ4mI-MD2I/AAAAAAAAABo/4sWsrt7zdh8/s1600-h/make-up.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkQ4mI-MD2I/AAAAAAAAABo/4sWsrt7zdh8/s320/make-up.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351464485117497186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;You have a bad day, your boss is mad at you, you realize you got a letter form the IRS and your tax is due, the heater isn’t working this morning, you broke a heel and the worse thing to hit us all………………ran out of compact powder!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Hell breaks loose; could things get any worse then not having something to apply on our faces before we head off to work? I admit, I am no Kate Moss or Gisele Bundchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt; but darn it I have every right to look fabulous each time I walk out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Which brings me…what is our obsession? Every woman has a thing – lipsticks, high heels, handbags, eye shadows, skirts, knickers etc. There’s always something that makes a woman go weak in the knees, something that we cannot say no to, breaks all our defenses, forces us to plunge in and buy it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I have a thing too – sneakers! I wish I could buy up all Stan Smith’s series…..absolute fab!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So what makes you go weak in the knee? Is it the MNG sale, the MAC’s autumn line, the latest CK’s perfume range? No matter what, all logic fails and we head over to the counter convincing &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ourselves we MUST get that dress else when the world is heading to its annihilation we’ve got nothing pretty to wear. It’s a wonder why men never get us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6130905913712437410?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6130905913712437410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanity-is-our-downfall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6130905913712437410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6130905913712437410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanity-is-our-downfall.html' title='Vanity is our downfall'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkQ4mI-MD2I/AAAAAAAAABo/4sWsrt7zdh8/s72-c/make-up.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-2633640739783870303</id><published>2009-06-25T08:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:07:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back then it was much easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkLNnMRBfTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpG_j1o7CoI/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkLNnMRBfTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpG_j1o7CoI/s320/change.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351065380460789042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;How many of us have changed since high school? I am not talking about the physical change. No one cares about how many kilos you have lost or what colour your hair is or when you last did waxing…save it honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;This is about an internal change. How I see the world and how the world sees me. How many of us can say the world sees me as I truly am? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then again, do we really wanna the show the world who we truly are?? Maybe not a good idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I wonder why we always need something so bad and hurtful in our lives to change? It is always the loss of someone whom we love that pushes us to reexamine our lives and the decisions we have taken. There are two categories of people– those who spiral downwards and the ones who choose to cope with Prozac in such situations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;I know friends who have lost their parent, it was the most life changing event for them. All of a sudden, they emerge more courageous then they had ever been. Can we ever cope with loss? You just pray hard that everyday is a better day and find the strength to push yourself when some days are hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;How about a devastating breakup? Losing the person you love? Yes you do change, from declaring your undying love to them to secretly wishing they wake up one morning and find their genitals rotting away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Change is hard but it is necessary in order to survive. How many of us can look back on the days when we were only 17 and wondered if those same values could help us cope with our lives today? At that time, we were convinced we would end up marrying our very first bf and love was all that matters……lol the thought is hilarious 12 years later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Back then all that mattered was getting good grades, the latest album from New Kids On The Block, Johnny Depp in 21 Jump Street, having our own clique, good allowances, dates, curfews, boyfriends and controlling parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Ok, some of us have still not come out of the controlling parents bit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Surely, we can’t be talking about Jason Donovan, Nirvana and East 17 in an Asian Marketing Convention now can we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Those were the days we laughed more and couldn’t wait to get out of school. Now, I wish I could crawl back to my sheltered life in school days. Never having to worry about bad bosses, crap salaries, annoying colleagues/friends, never having to be diplomatic, never needing to wear skirts or high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Yes….those were the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-2633640739783870303?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/2633640739783870303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-then-it-was-much-easier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2633640739783870303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/2633640739783870303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-then-it-was-much-easier.html' title='Back then it was much easier'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkLNnMRBfTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpG_j1o7CoI/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-8357323600281126609</id><published>2009-06-24T08:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:18:04.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must resist desserts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkF68He6RmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrziMsv017k/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkF68He6RmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrziMsv017k/s320/l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350693005512296034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;While crash diets seem to be the in thing these days, can one really have control over one’s cravings?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Can you honestly stop yourself from a warm chocolate sundae? Say no to Tiramisu? Creamy cannoli, panna cotta, chocolate mousse, gulab jamun…..ok my housemate would surely say no to all of these but I know she can’t resist dark chocolates. So you see while we are obsessing over our waistline and praying our weighing scale will not tip over, the evil pastry chefs have a different agenda altogether for us…damn those people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Desserts used to be optional but as time progressed; desserts became a must have during dinners or lunch. Skip the appetizers but always leave room for desserts, sounds familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Then to delude ourselves, we indulge in low caloried ice cream or a diet coke or a low fat yoghurt thinking we can kill 2 birds with 1 stone. Sure these eases our conscious of not having the undesirable muffin forming on our waist line but truly is it the real thing? Can a low fat chocolate cake give you the necessary kick of endorphins or as they say a substitute to great sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;One can only wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-8357323600281126609?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/8357323600281126609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-resist-desserts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8357323600281126609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/8357323600281126609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-resist-desserts.html' title='Must resist desserts'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkF68He6RmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/lrziMsv017k/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4157963478634150721.post-6307906201997965376</id><published>2009-06-23T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:49:46.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining the club</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Why do people write blogs? At first it seemed silly at the thought of washings one’s dirty linen in public but then I discovered that not all blogs are self absorbing sordid tales of one’s sorrows but there’s a whole plethora of blogs out there ranging from food, clothes, movies, politics, current affairs, health and yes sex! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I have a few friends who have blogs of their own and other blogs that I read diligently every morning. One of them being Perez Hilton and Go Fug Yourself, hei what can I say? I’m a sucker for gossips and any dirt that can be dished out on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So while sitting here ‘productively at work’, my mind wonders….hmmm what will I write? Should I narrow it down to a particular genre or should I break all inhibitions and write about everything and anything under the sun….obviously the latter is more appealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So here am I, losing my virginity into the blogger’s world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4157963478634150721-6307906201997965376?l=lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/feeds/6307906201997965376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/joining-club.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6307906201997965376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4157963478634150721/posts/default/6307906201997965376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeslittlenuances.blogspot.com/2009/06/joining-club.html' title='Joining the club'/><author><name>DCob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16063669880633981631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaKAyVy4xNA/SkGwgYQ5OWI/AAAAAAAAABA/XSdLU2Maw2Y/S220/altelectra2064.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
