<?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-8577943764114085711</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:36:34.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NuTcAsE</title><subtitle type='html'>The Way I See The World....and Where We are Headed</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2934801779027665692</id><published>2010-01-16T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:09:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ALMOST back....</title><content type='html'>Hello Fellow Humans,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How time flies? It has been A YEAR since i blogged (as if anybody cares)....Stopped for various reasons....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things happened....I can say 2009 has been a very bad to me.......I will talk more when i am settled down....(still feeling the effects of 2009).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have many post pending....will find time to blog soon... must find time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mite say blogging is very therapeutic.....U can say all that and get n over with.... who know some kind souls mite offer you some advice or friendly cheer up's.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok....My new year resolution.... To Go On More Holiday....Feed the poor as much as i can.....Adopt a school going poor child.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK....adios....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8577943764114085711-2934801779027665692?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2934801779027665692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2934801779027665692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2934801779027665692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2934801779027665692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-almost-back.html' title='I am ALMOST back....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6018390502868447668</id><published>2009-01-06T17:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:29:14.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken / Damaged / FCUKED UP</title><content type='html'>Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sad and wounded heart I would like to announce the demise of my most trusted,most valuable companion....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has served me well for the past 11 months and its no more with me.....No,it did not go alone...IT TOOK WITH IT ALL MY CONTACTS,MY VALUABLE PICTURES,ALL THE SWEET SMS FROM THE MISSUS and lots,lots,lots more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a picture of that DAMN thing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288107993872756610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SWMiM-ywb4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/RHs75quHCsU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After taking so much from me...it left me high and dry when I need it most....It broke me heart...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To friends who are trying to contact me...I must apologise for the untimely demise of my close companion resulting in me not calling or texting anyone....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost took a replacement for the damn thing....but ...but...but...I miss the damn things so much...and no other damn thing can replace it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and further more I am broke (penniless /centless/ringgitless) to find a replacement.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And friends trust me I am ok...still breathing and pls pray that I will find a replacement soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Till then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;FCUK THE DAMN THING....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Donations are most welcomed....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pls ask me how to donate to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6018390502868447668?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6018390502868447668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6018390502868447668&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6018390502868447668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6018390502868447668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-damaged-fcuked-up.html' title='Broken / Damaged / FCUKED UP'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SWMiM-ywb4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/RHs75quHCsU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8183852555544337359</id><published>2008-12-23T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:48:28.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Degrees of Seperation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you know...Are you Famous....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282904312361277698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVCle2isWQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LFy0Lc4kWI8/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282904587459405394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVClu3XMplI/AAAAAAAAAO0/UPiuQu67XI8/s320/6.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming Soon As Well.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8183852555544337359?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8183852555544337359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8183852555544337359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8183852555544337359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8183852555544337359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/six-degrees-of-seperation.html' title='Six Degrees of Seperation..'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVCle2isWQI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LFy0Lc4kWI8/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-4476330083439408484</id><published>2008-12-23T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:01:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and Saree.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVCYv1UcCoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FIGX_hdCfCU/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282890310439668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVCYv1UcCoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FIGX_hdCfCU/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls in saree....Lovely sight to behold.... (more on this soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-4476330083439408484?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4476330083439408484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=4476330083439408484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4476330083439408484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4476330083439408484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-and-saree.html' title='Girls and Saree.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SVCYv1UcCoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/FIGX_hdCfCU/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5897664666826272973</id><published>2008-12-18T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:40:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUoXwc4T20I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_t_OzTQX7jY/s1600-h/Nicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281059634198862658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUoXwc4T20I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_t_OzTQX7jY/s320/Nicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing All Beings out there A Very Merry Christmas and A Very Happy New Year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont Drink and Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281062264244881874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUoaJikJSdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/oaoc28Ep8fk/s320/leave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Smoke and Fly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281062453441250770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUoaUjYExdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ROkn1gvWdcs/s320/vet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5897664666826272973?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5897664666826272973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5897664666826272973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5897664666826272973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5897664666826272973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUoXwc4T20I/AAAAAAAAAOM/_t_OzTQX7jY/s72-c/Nicholas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5578441688593665251</id><published>2008-12-15T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:18:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just In Case......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been meaning to ask or throw this question to anybody for a long long time.... A very simple question.... to those who read this or to those sesat to this Blog or somehow ended up here pls take your most precious time to drop a comment on your preference...Your sincere answer means a lot to me and to the rest of the curious world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No,your answer do not judge if your are a pervert or a hot-blooded male/girl or what so ever...Just a general knowledge that is been boiling in my tiney weeny brain for so long and is itching to be asked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please ah...... Thank You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Here It Goes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279958169792518754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYt-yNnmmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1T_aFUusqIA/s320/island.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assuming you are marooned in an Island(as above) -Just you and you only- No one else for the next millions of mile as far as you are concerned...You have been there for some time...say 6 months all alone surviving with Rain Water and eating coconut and whatever small fish you managed to catch with your somewhat limited skills....Since you have been to schoool and learned science and kemahiran hidup....You are able to start a fire (how you started a fire--I dont know--) and keep yourself warm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One fine day a huge blue genie appears out of nowhere and says or grants you a wishes...(hold your horses fren..The wishes are on his (the genie's) term.....Here it comes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Wish.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The genie says...Since you are all alone here...i am going to give you friends...This friends will be with for 1 week....The friends that you are about to get are divided into 2 groups....With this friends you will get a weeks supply of the most expensive and the most lavish drinks and food.And after you have spend the week with your choosen group of friend you will be magically brought to whereever you came from according to your nationality(if you are a malaysian to malaysia'la and if you are a Malayalee to Makkez and Durai's Blog.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok here are 2 group of friends that you need to choose from.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279946872631730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYjtNAmIOI/AAAAAAAAALY/lkEKwMhxiUs/s320/Darwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Darwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279958666897970370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYubuEy1MI/AAAAAAAAAMw/BXy-mQW_BAM/s320/newton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEWTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279946876952279218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYjtdGseLI/AAAAAAAAALg/rqKql3kdKR4/s320/Einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;EINSTEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279946874504910642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYjtT_MlzI/AAAAAAAAALo/s-4epu9SDWc/s320/gandhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;GANDHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279946880146397250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYjtpAO2EI/AAAAAAAAALw/eehpwzcXJNk/s320/lincoln.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ABRAHAM LINCOLN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok....Now 2nd Group...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279949335519245842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYl8j-vNhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rr6dHDkF67I/s320/sneha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279949336554618578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYl8n1lvtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/1_HqlJYvr-U/s320/shra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279949328022342210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYl8IDVikI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b8AEr0oZILM/s320/asin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279949326347545058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYl8B0CKeI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YtjnjCs6IIE/s320/alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279949333034491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYl8auU3NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eFGwQtnMDHc/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess the above person have no need of Introduction as they are all still alive and breathing....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now,as I said earlier...pls choose one the groups and only pls choose one group you would like to spend a week with....Dont be greedy&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...(you dont want the genie to be angry)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and pls let me know your choosen group with reason in the comments column or in the shout box....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Frens (Girls and Boys)....Pls drop a comment and if you know anyone who reads stupid blogs like mine pls do ask them to drop by and leave comment as well....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your time and comments are appreciated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NUTCASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5578441688593665251?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5578441688593665251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5578441688593665251&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5578441688593665251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5578441688593665251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-in-case.html' title='Just In Case......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUYt-yNnmmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1T_aFUusqIA/s72-c/island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8618177195589626763</id><published>2008-12-11T13:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:30:31.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karthigai Thirunaal.....</title><content type='html'>This day denotes the occurrence of the Karthigai Nakshatram every month, as per the Tamil Calendar. On this day a special seva and pooja takes place at all Murugan Temples Worldwide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Karthigai Nakshatram is of great importance to Sri Murugan, as it is considered as his birth star. When it falls on a Monday, and occurs during the month of Karthigai, it is considered especially sacred, and devotees undertake fasts and special prayers to seek the Lord’s blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUCkoz5ZNKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/70JA9Ts3pyI/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278399784310879394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUCkoz5ZNKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/70JA9Ts3pyI/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthikai is a festival of lights celebrated by Tamil Hindus on the full moon day of Karthikai month (November/December). Houses and streets are lit up with rows of oil lamps (Deepam) the evening of the festival day. The huge lamp lit at Tiruvannamalai hills is very famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthikai Deepam is one of the oldest festivals celebrated by the Tamil people. The festival finds reference in Sangam literature like Ahananuru and the poems of Auvaiyar.&lt;br /&gt;**source: ol'wikipedia..**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO,HAPPY KARTHIGAI FOLKS....BE GOOD and BE VEGETARIAN.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8618177195589626763?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8618177195589626763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8618177195589626763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8618177195589626763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8618177195589626763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/karthigai-thirunaal.html' title='Karthigai Thirunaal.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SUCkoz5ZNKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/70JA9Ts3pyI/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8060968019692595045</id><published>2008-12-04T18:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:56:29.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Prostitutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man is driving down a deserted stretch of highway when he notices a sign out of the corner of his eye....It reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;10 MILES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He thinks this is a figment of his imagination and drives on without a second thought....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon he sees another sign which reads:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 MILES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly he begins to realize that these signs are for real and drives past a third sign saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE OF PROSTITUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;NEXT RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His curiosity gets the best of him and he pulls into the drive. On the far side of the parking lot is a stone building with a small sign next to the door reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He climbs the steps and rings the bell. The door is answered by a nun in a long black habit who asks, 'What may we do for you my son?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He answers, 'I saw your signs along the highway and was interested in possibly doing business....'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Very well my son. Please follow me.' He is led through many winding passages and is soon quite disoriented. The nun stops at a closed door and tells the man, 'Please knock on this door.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He does so and another nun in a long habit, holding a tin cup answers the door... This nun instructs, 'Please place $100 in the cup then go through the large wooden door at the end of the hallway.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He puts $100 in the cup, eagerly trots down the hall and slips through the door pulling it shut behind him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The door locks, and he finds himself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back in the parking lot facing another sign:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;GO IN PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;YOU HAVE JUST BEEN SCREWED BY THE SISTERS OF ST. FRANCIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SINNER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8060968019692595045?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8060968019692595045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8060968019692595045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8060968019692595045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8060968019692595045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-prostitutes.html' title='Holy Prostitutes'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3228383226050790654</id><published>2008-12-04T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:42:30.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, 'How do I know if I married the right person? 'I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, 'It depends. Is that your husband? 'In all seriousness, she answered 'How do you know?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the answer. EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse / partner . You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies (unconventional behavior/habit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience.You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called 'falling' in love... Because it's happening TO YOU .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People in love sometimes say, 'I was swept of my feet.' Think about the imagery of that expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling in love is easy . It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria (excitement) of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship . Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies , instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, 'Did I marry the right person?'And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else.This is when marriages breakdown . People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious.But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else.You could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't 'find' LASTING love. You have to 'make' it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression 'the labor of love.' Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships.Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger.It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can 'make'love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a 'decision'... Not just a feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember this always :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;'God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3228383226050790654?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3228383226050790654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3228383226050790654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3228383226050790654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3228383226050790654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-i-marry-right-person.html' title='DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8026004476767535778</id><published>2008-12-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:30:01.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STexAlfQe3I/AAAAAAAAALI/AUvkQKAPfh8/s1600-h/17032008030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275880112109157234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STexAlfQe3I/AAAAAAAAALI/AUvkQKAPfh8/s320/17032008030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***GOOD ONE***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8026004476767535778?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8026004476767535778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8026004476767535778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8026004476767535778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8026004476767535778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STexAlfQe3I/AAAAAAAAALI/AUvkQKAPfh8/s72-c/17032008030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2031295137827907905</id><published>2008-12-03T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:32:37.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky is Smilling is at "US"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STXyJjpSJmI/AAAAAAAAALA/KYcgOJ9_xnM/s1600-h/smiley_0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275388784535545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STXyJjpSJmI/AAAAAAAAALA/KYcgOJ9_xnM/s320/smiley_0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;***SOME WONDERS GODS WANTS US TO SEE***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This wonder was at the Malaysian sky on 1st December 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above picture was not altered or modified...(who am i to play with gods creation)&lt;/em&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/8577943764114085711-2031295137827907905?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2031295137827907905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2031295137827907905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2031295137827907905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2031295137827907905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/12/sky-is-smilling-is-at-us.html' title='The Sky is Smilling is at &quot;US&quot;'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/STXyJjpSJmI/AAAAAAAAALA/KYcgOJ9_xnM/s72-c/smiley_0312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-9055850973430161013</id><published>2008-11-25T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T17:29:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Action.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;VERY SOON.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-9055850973430161013?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/9055850973430161013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=9055850973430161013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/9055850973430161013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/9055850973430161013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-in-action.html' title='Back In Action.......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7577851734539003363</id><published>2008-10-22T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T18:23:44.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEEPAVALI&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dlshq.org/saints/siva.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SRI SWAMI SIVANANDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEEPAVALI or Diwali means "a row of lights". It falls on the last two days of the dark half of Kartik (October-November). For some it is a three-day festival. It commences with the Dhan-Teras, on the 13th day of the dark half of Kartik, followed the next day by the Narak Chaudas, the 14th day, and by Deepavali proper on the 15th day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are various alleged origins attributed to this festival. Some hold that they celebrate the marriage of Lakshmi with Lord Vishnu. In Bengal the festival is dedicated to the worship of Kali. It also commemorates that blessed day on which the triumphant Lord Rama returned to Ayodhya after defeating Ravana. On this day also Sri Krishna killed the demon Narakasura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In South India people take an oil bath in the morning and wear new clothes. They partake of sweetmeats. They light fireworks which are regarded as the effigies of Narakasura who was killed on this day. They greet one another, asking, "Have you had your Ganges bath?" which actually refers to the oil bath that morning as it is regarded as purifying as a bath in the holy Ganges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone forgets and forgives the wrongs done by others. There is an air of freedom, festivity and friendliness everywhere. This festival brings about unity. It instils charity in the hearts of people. Everyone buys new clothes for the family. Employers, too, purchase new clothes for their employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up during the Brahmamuhurta (at 4a.m.) is a great blessing from the standpoint of health, ethical discipline, efficiency in work and spiritual advancement. It is on Deepavali that everyone wakes up early in the morning. The sages who instituted this custom must have cherished the hope that their descendents would realise its benefits and make it a regular habit in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a happy mood of great rejoicing village folk move about freely, mixing with one another without any reserve, all enmity being forgotten. People embrace one another with love. Deepavali is a great unifying force. Those with keen inner spiritual ears will clearly hear the voice of the sages, "O Children of God! unite, and love all". The vibrations produced by the greetings of love which fill the atmosphere are powerful enough to bring about a change of heart in every man and woman in the world. Alas! That heart has considerably hardened, and only a continuous celebration of Deepavali in our homes can rekindle in us the urgent need of turning away from the ruinous path of hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this day Hindu merchants in North India open their new account books and pray for success and prosperity during the coming year. The homes are cleaned and decorated by day and illuminated by night with earthern oil-lamps. The best and finest illuminations are to be seen in Bombay and Amritsar. The famous Golden Temple at Amritsar is lit in the evening with thousands of lamps placed all over the steps of the big tank. Vaishnavites celebrate the Govardhan Puja and feed the poor on a large scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Ram! The light of lights, the self-luminous inner light of the Self is ever shining steadily in the chamber of your heart. Sit quietly. Close your eyes. Withdraw the senses. Fix the mind on this supreme light and enjoy the real Deepavali, by attaining illumination of the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He who Himself sees all but whom no one beholds, who illumines the intellect, the sun, the moon and the stars and the whole universe but whom they cannot illumine, He indeed is Brahman, He is the inner Self. Celebrate the real Deepavali by living in Brahman, and enjoy the eternal bliss of the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun does not shine there, nor do the moon and the stars, nor do lightnings shine and much less fire. All the lights of the world cannot be compared even to a ray of the inner light of the Self. Merge yourself in this light of lights and enjoy the supreme Deepavali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many Deepavali festivals have come and gone. Yet the hearts of the vast majority are as dark as the night of the new moon. The house is lit with lamps, but the heart is full of the darkness of ignorance. O man! wake up from the slumber of ignorance. Realise the constant and eternal light of the Soul which neither rises nor sets, through meditation and deep enquiry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you all attain full inner illumination! May the supreme light of lights enlighten your understanding! May you all attain the inexhaustible spiritual wealth of the Self! May you all prosper gloriously on the material as well as spiritual planes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259919596655970802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SP79AUHLifI/AAAAAAAAAK4/q1T220cW4tY/s320/146-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IP Says***Happy Deepavali to all Hindus and Indians...No matter if you are a Telugu,Malayalee etc...Lets celebrate this as INDIANS and Pray for a better future for Indians Worldwide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;***Dont eat too much Muruku,then you become kirruku***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAD TO PUT THE LINE ABOVE,OLD SCHOOL DAYS MEMORIES WITH ALL THE DEEPAVALI CARDS GOING AROUND AND THE COCKY VERSES...damd the good old days and damn sms and e-greetings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-7577851734539003363?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7577851734539003363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7577851734539003363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7577851734539003363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7577851734539003363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali.......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SP79AUHLifI/AAAAAAAAAK4/q1T220cW4tY/s72-c/146-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8874777296762501610</id><published>2008-10-19T13:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:33:56.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After posting about Pale Blue Eyes.....I thought of posting 3 (including Pale Blue Eyes) of my most favaourite ENGRIS song.....I find them nice to listen to...and the lyrics are funny and sometimes suits me in some situation.....*Wink* *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here They GO......The Lyrics First &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only Fools Rush In &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The King (Elveys Presly'la)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise Men say&lt;br /&gt;only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;but I cant help&lt;br /&gt;falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I stay&lt;br /&gt;would it be a sin&lt;br /&gt;if I can't help falling in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows, surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help fallin in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows, surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darlin so it goes, somethings are meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand take my whole life too for I cant help&lt;br /&gt;falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help falling in love with...... you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lips Of An Angel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Hinder)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, yes, I've dreamt of you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was youI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess we never really moved on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desert Rose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And near the flames&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shadows play in the shape of the mans desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This desert rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This desert flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now she turns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fire burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize that nothings as it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This desert flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This memory of hidden hearts and souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This desert flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*****Songs at the Bottom of this Page....Its takes a while to Load...But Trust me Its worth every minute......*******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Songs......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8192653919815562873</id><published>2008-10-19T06:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:32:38.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>The other day I was driving,and after THR Raaga has ended their session at 8.00pm I switched station to Minnal FM.....and the only word I got for them is.........wHaT tHe FcUk......and I was happily surfing channels...and I came across this English Radio Station.....&lt;br /&gt;A liitle bit of Background..... I am not a big fan of radio and I very very and I mean very rarely listen to English Stations.....Its either THR (TAMIL) or my CD's.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to my reason of this entry....as I was surfing stations I came across this station playing this very beautifull song..... I didnt know (at the time) who sang it and what was the song title....But I had this urge to share the lyrics and if i can find the Video clipping of this song with whoever reads my crappy blog....I googled and I found the lyrics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes the Lyric...It was lovely and Beautifull for me...Hope it was the same for you too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velvet Underground, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheThe Velvet Underground (1969)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pale Blue Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel so sad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel so happy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But mostly you just make me mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, you just make me mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of you as my mountain top,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of you as my peak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought of you as everything,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've had but couldn't keep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd put you in the mirror,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put in front of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skip a life completely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuff it in a cup.She said, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money is like us in time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It lies, but can't stand up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down for you is up."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was good what we did yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'd do it once again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that you are married,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only proves, you're my best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it's truly, truly a sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linger on, your pale blue eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ap_V8lAzyOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ap_V8lAzyOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8192653919815562873?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8192653919815562873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8192653919815562873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8192653919815562873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8192653919815562873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/pale-blue-eyes.html' title='Pale Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7533934214972516487</id><published>2008-10-10T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:21:07.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SO84m6ObPhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8MswbdLZaa4/s1600-h/kalam-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255481531280604690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SO84m6ObPhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8MswbdLZaa4/s320/kalam-big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abdulkalam.com/"&gt;http://www.abdulkalam.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IP Says---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most most wonderfull Website I came across in recent years....Do read the the notes in the To &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youths Column&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Recent Events (&lt;a class="nvlink" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.abdulkalam.com/kalam/jsp/display_hints.jsp?menuid=28&amp;amp;menuname=Speeches%20/%20Lectures&amp;amp;starts=0&amp;amp;ends=0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Speeches / Lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Inspired.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255483176123080562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SO86Gpvbn3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/BemrURXobJc/s320/270117152_6af7f14c08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IP's Note: If only there is more souls like both of them (above picture)....world be would be such a great place to live in......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-7533934214972516487?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7533934214972516487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7533934214972516487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7533934214972516487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7533934214972516487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr-avul-pakir-jainulabdeen-abdul-kalam.html' title='Dr. Avul Pakir Jainulabdeen Abdul Kalam'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SO84m6ObPhI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8MswbdLZaa4/s72-c/kalam-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5316947989550962538</id><published>2008-10-08T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:00:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story.....Part II</title><content type='html'>Hello Friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my apology for taking so long to publish the second part of Cikgu's love story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried or wreck my brain...I am unable to come up with anything sweeter than their love for each other..for an introduction.... I came to a conclusion that the Love Letter from Cikgu to her husband,Mr.Nesan is sweet enough and a concrete evident of existence of love and why the world still goes around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my words...lets go to their words of love....Pls read the 1st part before you read this...First part is at &lt;a href="http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254731982298378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOyO5arHcpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/re38cHmzWBA/s320/white+rose.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dear Nesan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I read your post and it was a lovely one. I guess there is a romantic part of you, which I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;never seen before. This is better than the car, which you bought me as our anniversary present. I am proud of you. It takes a lot of guts to write something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Remember the first time we actually talked. You asked me, whether I agree to marry you or not. You said, "Don't agree just because your father asked you to. Do it only if you really wanted to." My reply,"My dad knows what is best for me but there are some things which he does not know. I am not a virgin anymore and I have slept with many guys. If your old-fashioned thinking can digest this, why not I will marry you. The choice is yours." Your answer was not what I expected,"I don't care whether you are a virgin or not, how many man you slept with and even if you worked as a pros in UK, I still want to marry you." Those words made me realize that you have changed a lot. That also was the reason why I agreed to marry you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Many things were not right about us right. We seldom talked even when we were engaged to be married. I had my doubts, how am I going to spend the rest of my life with you. You hate talking. Most of the time you prefer to be quiet. Life is going to be hard with you. How wrong was I. Before our wedding, you had to go to Canada. Before you left,you only said, please take care of mum and the kid for me. Bye. You kissed my forehead and marched into your room. I never saw you anymore until one week before our wedding. Still the same old boring Nesan and nothing much to say too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We got married as scheduled and that was the beginning of many problems and many solutions. The real Nesan, can be seen in his true colours. First day as your wife, in your house, sleeping in your bed.We just talked and one good night kiss and we went to sleep in each others arms. Trust me I was thankful for that. Here I was getting my first kiss and I dare to tell you, I was not a virgin anymore.Somehow, you knew I suppose. Family situation not much of a difference cause I knew your family well. Just felt at home. Now, beginning to see some of your good sides as well. One thing I was glad about was that we started to talk more. That was a nice change. I do not know whether you still remember this, five days later was the first time you made love to me. I am thankful to you for not rushing things. This was the first sign that showed you loved me. Very, very considerate and willing to wait until I was ready. Your actions showed how I felt mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Later fighting also starts, no books in the bedroom you say. Bookworms will always be bookworms no changing. I said no way, my books stay.Another major problem – porn's. Stop watching that I say, makes me want to throw up. No, if your books can stay in the bedroom my porn movies can too. How far we have come. You are as much of a bookworm asI am now. Porn's - take it wherever you want now, even into the toilet. I don't care. He... he... he... Now we can do everything together. Talk about girls, watch porn's , go fishing and make love in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Give and take policy works best right? Why become a wife if you cannot make your husband happy and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your post brought back a lot of memories. I'm missing you now, more than ever. If my father was still alive now, I will give him a big hug and thank him for choosing a great husband for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope to see you soon. You know what, I want a baby girl too. A baby girl just like your mum. I wish I could be with you now. I love you and I want to love you for the rest of my life. I want us to grow old together gracefully. I want to see your first grey hair, the first wrinkle on your face and your tooth fall out. Even when all your hair turn grey,your face full of wrinkles and all your tooth fall out, I will still love you. I want to melt in your love, make love to you and fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOTS OF LOVE, HUGS AND WARM KISSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mithiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;IP again...Well....there it is....Touching and down right romantic right....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My best wishes to Mithiri and Mr.Nesan....Hope all your dreams and wishes do come true...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS: I was given full permission to publish this letter from the couple...and the latest news I heard was that their family might be expanding..... ;) ...Sounds of babies laughter could be heard soon and I am with the couple hoping for a girl....Congrats to Both...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254737441061625922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOyT3KJsYEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/G08mIuoX2rg/s320/cartoon_couple_rotated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5316947989550962538?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5316947989550962538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5316947989550962538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5316947989550962538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5316947989550962538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-storypart-ii.html' title='Love Story.....Part II'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOyO5arHcpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/re38cHmzWBA/s72-c/white+rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6152403281395611059</id><published>2008-10-06T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:11:07.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 of My Love Story....</title><content type='html'>Part 1 is at MITHIRI'S BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mithiri-mithiri.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 is as good as..Part 1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch This Space....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**IP**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6152403281395611059?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6152403281395611059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6152403281395611059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6152403281395611059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6152403281395611059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-2-of-my-love-story.html' title='Part 2 of My Love Story....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6679716443772529453</id><published>2008-10-05T20:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:39:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>108 Sangu Abishegam....</title><content type='html'>Last friday me and the wife did some prayers at the Penang Waterfall Vinayagar Temple. It was the wife's birthday and Valarpirai Sathurthi as well. I was very happy the way the prayer was done. Some pictures from the prayers..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640146882132690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOit4Oyj-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/USdad3U5PiQ/s320/PA030004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Rose Garland specially ordered for the FAT Lord.....Prettier than &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; expected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253640941105446386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOiumdgJ_fI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4DghBR6VxoU/s320/PA030008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Tray......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253641677485681186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOivRUu4qiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K2N3B3KcG50/s320/PA030007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The prayer area.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253642283146597346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOiv0k_s0-I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/db9SK7XJY5M/s320/PA030009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Main platform with the 108 Valampuri Sangu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253645008985715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOiyTPiY8UI/AAAAAAAAAJY/zh1np1AEvY0/s320/PA030010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Kutty's lord at the foot of the Kodi Maram (Flag Pole)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253646314624829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOizfPbAyHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hQJGYBawXJs/s320/PA030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entrance.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** Let There Be No Hunger and May Peace Prevail on All***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**IP**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6679716443772529453?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6679716443772529453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6679716443772529453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6679716443772529453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6679716443772529453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/10/108-sangu-abishegam.html' title='108 Sangu Abishegam....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOit4Oyj-tI/AAAAAAAAAI4/USdad3U5PiQ/s72-c/PA030004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3921925602296261258</id><published>2008-09-30T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:36:09.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson in Trigonometry n Physics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGQPwBjZOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jiOFEetEiDU/s1600-h/ATT72833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251637240754562274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGQPwBjZOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jiOFEetEiDU/s320/ATT72833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGQHcSwjuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/viTg9Wm1_O8/s1600-h/ATT72832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251637098019065570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGQHcSwjuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/viTg9Wm1_O8/s320/ATT72832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the best in your SPM and STPM and A-Levels...Hope this helped you to score....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**IP**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3921925602296261258?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3921925602296261258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3921925602296261258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3921925602296261258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3921925602296261258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lesson-in-trigonometry-n-physics.html' title='A lesson in Trigonometry n Physics'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGQPwBjZOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/jiOFEetEiDU/s72-c/ATT72833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8655588418786576280</id><published>2008-09-30T09:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:29:07.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAVARATHIRI...नवरात्रि)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGEHR5I3qI/AAAAAAAAAII/eJ5YLk9G76g/s1600-h/durga-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251623901087719074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGEHR5I3qI/AAAAAAAAAII/eJ5YLk9G76g/s320/durga-400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; of worship. The word Navaratri literally means nine nights in Sanskrit; Nava meaning Nine and Ratri meaning nights. During these nine nights and ten days, nine forms of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shakti are worshipped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The goddess is invoked as a spiritual force called Durga also known as kali in order to destroy all our impurities, vices and defects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251623989377329618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGEMazBadI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kPSMbMljQxo/s320/durga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The Mother is adored as a giver of spiritual wealth, Lakshmi, who is considered to have the power of bestowing on her devotees inexhaustible wealth. She is the goddess of wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251633577605761874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGM6hu0i1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/SAHQyGskVsc/s320/lakshmi4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final three days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The final set of three days is spent in worshipping the goddess of wisdom, Saraswati. In order to have all-round success in life, believers seek the blessings of all three aspects of the divine femininity, hence the nine nights of worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251635661017279890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGOzzC1bZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yEWg-b5xLY0/s320/saraswathi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*IP*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8655588418786576280?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8655588418786576280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8655588418786576280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8655588418786576280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8655588418786576280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/navarathiri.html' title='NAVARATHIRI...नवरात्रि)'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SOGEHR5I3qI/AAAAAAAAAII/eJ5YLk9G76g/s72-c/durga-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6061287068725788005</id><published>2008-09-28T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:14:52.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two gems.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eldest...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250965895288509138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8tqTRc0tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YTJEQJbDDME/s320/P9160857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese Educated (Advantage to her,cause she can scold me and i dont u'stand a word she says).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Youngest.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250966773003041074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8udZA5uTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/px5m3ku36LY/s320/P9160856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only 3 years old,and can talk like an adult... I think she is my lucky charm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(They are my sisters kids...My Nieces)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***IP***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6061287068725788005?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6061287068725788005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6061287068725788005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6061287068725788005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6061287068725788005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-two-little-princess.html' title='My Two Little Princess'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8tqTRc0tI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YTJEQJbDDME/s72-c/P9160857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5521950784938276188</id><published>2008-09-28T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:04:48.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mean Machine.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Mean Machine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963694695983970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8rqNbTq2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qexENEzp5vA/s320/P9280876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a Dell Inspiron 1525&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15 Inch Monitor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;160 GB Hard Disk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2Gb RAM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it Weights a TON..... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964087270785378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8sBD4bwWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/0Rc7nETNj5s/s320/P9280883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well....It gets my work done smoothly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***IP***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5521950784938276188?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5521950784938276188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5521950784938276188&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5521950784938276188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5521950784938276188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mean-machine.html' title='My Mean Machine.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SN8rqNbTq2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/qexENEzp5vA/s72-c/P9280876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2445591384843902939</id><published>2008-09-26T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:47:06.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELAMAT HARI RAYA.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YEN INIYA NOMBE PERENAL VALTUKAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250279158664991874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SNy9E9_dFII/AAAAAAAAAHY/6p1Fa_cFAtU/s320/shr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***WISH ALL BALIK KG IN 1 PIECE and BALIK BANDAR IN 1 PIECE...***&lt;/strong&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/8577943764114085711-2445591384843902939?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2445591384843902939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2445591384843902939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2445591384843902939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2445591384843902939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='SELAMAT HARI RAYA.........'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SNy9E9_dFII/AAAAAAAAAHY/6p1Fa_cFAtU/s72-c/shr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-310085542959383249</id><published>2008-09-19T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:50:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ferari....</title><content type='html'>Coming Soon....Watch this SPACE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my 4 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ferari&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to show of....but....wHaT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tHe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HeCk&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247605231462616082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SNM9J67PjBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/07J6lsoutHo/s320/My+Ferrari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mine is with the same colour....but not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;****WAIT FOR THE PICTURE****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-310085542959383249?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/310085542959383249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=310085542959383249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/310085542959383249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/310085542959383249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ferari.html' title='My Ferari....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SNM9J67PjBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/07J6lsoutHo/s72-c/My+Ferrari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7826429207704564845</id><published>2008-09-18T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:37:09.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY INDIAN GIRLS.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by A Caucasian woman who requested a response from Indian men.I'm so glad She got what she asked for (and more)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers.I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian male-good-looking,educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Indian female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Indian women were slim to none.As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly Approached by Indian men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world.If Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Indian men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant Gumbel left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley,Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones,James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte,Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr.,Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Wesley Snipes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is Why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us, White women, Because so many of your men want us.Get your acts together and learn from us And we may lead you to treat your men better.If I'm wrong, Indian men, Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx-Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAVADI RESPONSE FROM A INDIAN BROTHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jamie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White&lt;br /&gt;Girl.Let me start by saying that I am a 28- year old Indian man. I Graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta,Georgia With a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at A major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I Consider myself to be among the ranks of successful&lt;br /&gt;Indian men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why Indian men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why Indian men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The Indian girls in my neighborhood were raised in strict homes.They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to.Because of our mpatience to wait,brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle.So, they turned to the white girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of Indian men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our Indian women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this fear, many Indian men look for a more docile woman.Someone We can control.I have talked to numerous Indian men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful Indian men date white women.Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan,Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface"Edmonds, Samuel L.Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black/Indian women And,to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spotlight, who openly or secretly desire Indian women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don't Want a "Disgusted White girl" to be misinformed, Stop thinking that Because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when Indian Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read your history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Indian woman that taught you how to cook and season your food.It was the Indian woman that taught you how to raise your children.It was Indian women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery.It is the Indian woman that had to endure watching their fathers,husbands, and children beaten,killed, and thrown in jail.INDIAN women were born with two strikes against them: being Indian and being a woman.And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the Indian women's strength, elegance, power,love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my Indian Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors andshades that I love them.Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about Indian women.Their strong spirit,loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with Indian women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy And envy more so than snotty looks.If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more&lt;br /&gt;voluptuous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have What the Indian woman has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM LINE:&lt;br /&gt;If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can Walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately,I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense taken, none given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Royalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***GOT IT IN THE MAIL***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-7826429207704564845?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7826429207704564845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7826429207704564845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7826429207704564845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7826429207704564845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-my-indian-girls.html' title='I LOVE MY INDIAN GIRLS.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-4212183816421046279</id><published>2008-09-15T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:13:11.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making ..........</title><content type='html'>Once Raj asked Anand, "What is the secret behind your happy married life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand said, "You should share responsibilities with due love and respect to each other. Then absolutely there will be no problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj asked, "Can you explain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand said, "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as my wife decides on smaller issues. We do not interfere in each other's decisions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not convinced, Raj asked Anand "Give me some examples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand said," Smaller issues like which car we should buy, how much amount to save, when to visit home town, which Sofa, air conditioner, refrigerator to buy, monthly expenses, whether to keep a maid or not etc are decided by my wife. I just agree to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj asked, "Then what is your role?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand said," My decisions are only for very big issues. Like whether America should attack Iran , whether Britain should lift sanction over Zimbabwe , whether to widen African economy, whether Samy Vellu should retire etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know one thing, my wife NEVER objects to any of these".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;****GOT IT IN THE MAIL****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-4212183816421046279?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4212183816421046279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=4212183816421046279&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4212183816421046279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4212183816421046279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/decision-making.html' title='Decision Making ..........'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8301298762472461542</id><published>2008-09-11T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:08:58.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Borrow $25?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the $25 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to have dinner with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The father was crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244671756626743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SMjRLNlCz6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z3gNl5HMmyk/s320/fs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;***GOT IT IN THE MAIL***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8301298762472461542?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8301298762472461542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8301298762472461542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8301298762472461542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8301298762472461542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-i-borrow-25.html' title='Can I Borrow $25?'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SMjRLNlCz6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Z3gNl5HMmyk/s72-c/fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-500864946072626845</id><published>2008-09-03T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:42:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE 1500'S</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here are some facts about the1500s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying It's raining cats and dogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying a thresh hold.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables a nd did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while.  Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon.  They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;England is old and small and the local folks started running out of  places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they  wou ld tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Educate someone. Share these facts with a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;******GOT IN THE MAIL*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-500864946072626845?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/500864946072626845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=500864946072626845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/500864946072626845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/500864946072626845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-1500s.html' title='IN THE 1500&apos;S'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8995677023080842718</id><published>2008-09-03T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:31:51.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic World....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How we get there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Step by Step Guide.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nTNVWWVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A5xYyPOR46Q/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241740596000217426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nTNVWWVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A5xYyPOR46Q/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8995677023080842718?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8995677023080842718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8995677023080842718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8995677023080842718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8995677023080842718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/materialistic-world.html' title='Materialistic World....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nTNVWWVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/A5xYyPOR46Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6156731344351838962</id><published>2008-09-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:30:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm....Good For Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nHo7lBzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bm5cjdQoblc/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241740397249890098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nHo7lBzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bm5cjdQoblc/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6156731344351838962?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6156731344351838962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6156731344351838962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6156731344351838962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6156731344351838962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmmmgood-for-her.html' title='Hmmmm....Good For Her'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SL5nHo7lBzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bm5cjdQoblc/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8103210570776212134</id><published>2008-08-23T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:43:31.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRAphXmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/494pcCx-E2k/s1600-h/P8170559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237569011119644258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRAphXmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/494pcCx-E2k/s320/P8170559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRVl-BOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g-Dh0pIPKY8/s1600-h/P8170562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237569016741889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRVl-BOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/g-Dh0pIPKY8/s320/P8170562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRjOgkXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HHYjagSSEho/s1600-h/P8170568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237569020401586546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRjOgkXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HHYjagSSEho/s320/P8170568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -Nutcase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8103210570776212134?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8103210570776212134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8103210570776212134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8103210570776212134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8103210570776212134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/graduate.html' title='The Graduate......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-VRAphXmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/494pcCx-E2k/s72-c/P8170559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5497801366456722156</id><published>2008-08-23T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:37:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Church in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-TscjwBAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3uXhfpITEE4/s1600-h/P3210384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237567283444843522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-TscjwBAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3uXhfpITEE4/s320/P3210384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The St.Annes Church at Bukit Mertajam,Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find peace there......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nutcase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5497801366456722156?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5497801366456722156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5497801366456722156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5497801366456722156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5497801366456722156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favourite-church-in-malaysia.html' title='My Favourite Church in Malaysia'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SK-TscjwBAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/3uXhfpITEE4/s72-c/P3210384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-4891233054939071692</id><published>2008-08-19T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:12:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mary had a little pig,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She kept it fat and plastered; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the price of pork went up, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She shot the little bastard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her father shot it dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it goes to school with her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Between two slices  of bread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JACK AND JILL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went up the hill To have a little fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid Jill forgot the pill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now they have a son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIMPLE SIMON met a Pie man going to the fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said Simple Simon to the Pie man, 'What have you got there?'     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Said the Pie man unto Simon,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Pies, you Dumb Ass' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the kings' horses, And all the kings' men. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had scrambled eggs, For breakfast again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GEORGIE PORGY Pudding and Pie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kissed the girls and made them cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when the boys came out to play, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He kissed them too 'cause he was gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;***GOT IT IN THE MAIL***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-4891233054939071692?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4891233054939071692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=4891233054939071692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4891233054939071692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4891233054939071692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/nursery-rhymes.html' title='Nursery Rhymes'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3001065239951594984</id><published>2008-08-19T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:00:59.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Heaven to Hell</title><content type='html'>Rafidah, Shahrizat &amp;amp; Jean Abdullah meet GOD on Judgement Day. GOD says 'I understand all of you are from Malaysia, which to the Bumis, is also known as 'heaven-on-earth'. Here too you all shall be treated according to status. You shall meet the who's who of the Malaysian cream of the crop. You can see two giant gates over there. On one is stated Bumi &amp;amp; the other Non-Bumi. Just go to the respective gates &amp;amp; mention your name. BUT remember, should your claim turns out to be false, you shall be condemned to the tortures of hell for all eternity and lose any chance of redemption whatsoever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean goes over first. She stands outside the Bumi gate and mentions her name. The digital display flashes 'DLL' and a ear- piercing alarm rings out. The gate opens to reveal a chamber of raging fire of intense heat. 'Welcome to hell' booms a burly turbaned Sikh as he pulls her in. His name tag reads as Irwan Shah Abdullah@DJ Dave@Sukhdave Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafidah &amp;amp; Shahrizat are caught by surprise but smile at each other knowingly.  Next goes Shahrizat. She too stands outside the Bumi gate &amp;amp; mentions her name. The digital display screen flashes 'MAMAK' and another ear-piercing alarm triggers.  The gate opens to reveal an icy cold chamber way below freezing point. 'Welcome home, I'm Mamoothy', says a sarcastic voice who's name tag reads as Mahathir s/o Mohd Kutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafidah who is very sure of qualifying, walks over haughtily to the gate which she feels is her birth-right. Just as she mentions her name, the digital display flashes 'INDIAN' .There is a thunderous flash and  the gate opens to reveal a pot-bellied figure with a trident in hand &amp;amp; nothing else on except a wig.  A familiar voice rings out &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;'Selamat datang Paduka, Kemaluan saya amat besar, tetapi walaubagaimana pun&lt;/span&gt;.......'.He can't go on as he is salivating and panting heavily.  She is too shocked for words and turns around in time to hear GOD say just before the gate closes forever 'Your particulars in our record  shows your middle name to be AP instead of binti.....'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;********GOT IN THE MAIL******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3001065239951594984?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3001065239951594984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3001065239951594984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3001065239951594984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3001065239951594984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-heaven-to-hell.html' title='From Heaven to Hell'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5369685010707420683</id><published>2008-08-19T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:57:44.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LIKE TO 'CARI PASAL'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and comeback later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My wife asked, 'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' says my wife, 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then the fight started.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;**********************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I rear-ended a car this morning. So, there we were alongside the road and slowly the other driver got out of his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You know how sometimes you just get soooo stressed and little things just seem funny? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeah, well I couldn't believe it.... he was a DWARF!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He stormed over to my car, looked up at me, and shouted, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'So, I looked down at him and said, 'Well, then which one are you?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then the fight started....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;he husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And then the fight starts .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;****got in the mail*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5369685010707420683?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5369685010707420683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5369685010707420683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5369685010707420683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5369685010707420683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-to-cari-pasal.html' title='I LIKE TO &apos;CARI PASAL&apos;'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8838967989926657666</id><published>2008-08-08T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:42:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Go To Temple ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're spiritually alive, you're going to love this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   If you're spiritually dead, you won't want to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're spiritually curious, there is still hope!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 'devotee' goer wrote a letter to the editor of a newspaper and   complained that it made no sense to go to the Temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'I've gone for 30 years now, he wrote, and in that time I have heard   something like 3,000 mantras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for the life of me, I can't remember a single one of them. So, I   think I'm wasting my time and the Gurus are wasting theirs by giving   services at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This started a real controversy in the 'Letters to the Editor' column,   much to the delight of the editor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NUTCASE SAYS: THE BEST ANSWER FOR ABOVE COMPLAIN....NUTCASE SALUTES THE WRITTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It went on for weeks until someone   wrote this clincher: I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my   wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, for the life of me, I cannot   recall the entire menu for a single one of those meals.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I do know   this.. They all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my  work. If my wife had not given me these meals, I would be physically  dead today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likewise, if I had not gone to the Temple for nourishment, I   would be spiritually dead today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*************&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say&lt;/span&gt;,  **************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**************** &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'Lord   Ganesha, could you get that for me?!!'&lt;/span&gt;   ***************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8838967989926657666?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8838967989926657666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8838967989926657666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8838967989926657666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8838967989926657666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-go-to-temple.html' title='Why Go To Temple ?'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1555113225934717262</id><published>2008-08-07T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:39:57.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minister decided that a visual demonstration would add emphasis to his Sunday sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four worms were placed into four separate jars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The first worm was put into a container of alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;The second worm was put into a container of cigarette smoke.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The third worm was put into a container of chocolate syrup.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The fourth worm was put into a container of good clean soil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the conclusion of the sermon, the Minister reported the following results: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first worm in alcohol - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The second worm in cigarette smoke - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third worm in chocolate syrup - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fourth worm in good clean soil - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the Minister asked the congregation -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can you learn from this demonstration? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maxine&lt;/strong&gt; was sitting in the back, quickly raised her hand and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231691733209362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SJqz6aRKrtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ep59IzYlqV8/s320/old+lady%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"As long as you drink, smoke and eat chocolate, you won't have worms!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That pretty much ended the service --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LAUGH AND BE MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;****GOT IT IN THE MAIL****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1555113225934717262?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1555113225934717262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1555113225934717262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1555113225934717262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1555113225934717262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/minister-decided-that-visual.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SJqz6aRKrtI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Ep59IzYlqV8/s72-c/old+lady%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5048639530245686720</id><published>2008-08-07T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:54:43.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When I was born, I was given a choice - A big dick or a good memory. I don't remember, what I chose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A wife is a sex object. Every time you ask for sex, she objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Impotence: Nature's way of saying 'No hard feelings...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men - 'don't' and 'stop', unless they are used together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Panties: No t the best thing on earth, but next to the best thing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;There are three stages of sex in a man's life: Tri Weekly, Try Weekly,? and Try Weakly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Virginity can be cured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Virginity is not dignity, its lack of opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner,? you'd better have a good hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I tried phone sex once, but the holes in the dialer were too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Marriage is the only war where you get to sleep with the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Q: What's an Australian kiss?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: The same thing as a French kiss, only down under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A couple just married were happy with the whole thing. He was happy with the Hole and she was happy with the Thing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Q: What are the three biggest tragedies in a mans life?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A: Life sucks, job sucks, and the wife doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?&lt;/span&gt;  A: Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Despite the old saying, 'Don't take your troubles to bed', many men still sleep with their wives!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One word or two?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An elderly couple, who were both widowed, had been going out with each other for a long time. Urged on by their friends,they decided it was finally time to get married. Before the wedding they went out to dinner and had a long conversation regarding how their marriage might work. They discussed finances, living arrangements, and so on. Finally,the old gentleman decided it was time to broach the subject of their physical relationship. 'How do you feel about sex?' he asked, rather tentatively. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I would like it infrequently' she replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment, adjusted his glasses, leaned over towards her and whispered 'Is that one word or two'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NICE ONE..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*******GOT IT IN THE MAIL*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5048639530245686720?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5048639530245686720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5048639530245686720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5048639530245686720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5048639530245686720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/mens-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Men&apos;s Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2083564619000561906</id><published>2008-08-06T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:43:03.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP THE CHERRY.....</title><content type='html'>Chopping the cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;Legend has it that George Washington, America's first president, chopped&gt; down a cherry tree in his youth. George gives the tree a good swing and chops it down with an axe . His father sees the damaged tree and asks his son if he knows who did the deed. George is quoted bravely admitting the truth : "I can't tell a lie, Pa; you know I can't tell a lie. I did cut it with my axe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a satire of how some Malaysian politicians circa 2008 may have reacted to the question :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PM Badawi - I did not cut down the tree, I was just taking a nap underneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Najib - I swear that I have never MET that tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hishamuddin- ... but I only own a keris, not axe, how to cut down the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dr.M - Apa nama cherry tree, I chopped it down because, I don't like the idea of Pak lah sleeping under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chua Soi Lek - Yes it was me, I resign as caretaker of this orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; VK Lingam - It could be me, it might have been me but I don't think its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anwar Ibrahim - I DID NOT do it, and I am not giving any DNA samples for you to plant on the axe handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Khir Toyo - the new state government should just trim the grass and not waste time asking who cut the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahmad Said (Terrenganu MB)- I chopped it because cherry trees are more expensive to maintain than durian trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Azalina Othman - The cherry tree is not included under my tourism MOU so I cut it down. Besides there were unauthorized signboards put up around the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shabery Cheek - I challenge you to a debate on tree cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Samy Velu - I chopped it because HINDRAF members were using it as a meeting point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wira Ali Rustam - We have planted Durian trees for 50 years and we will plant them for another 50 years, we do not need cheery trees, apple trees, pear trees and all these other foreign trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rais Yatim - you must see the bigger picture, Ahmad said cherry trees are expensive to maintain, Ali Rustan said that are against our national identity and I needed to test my new axe, so you see- its a WIN-WIN situation all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sharir Samad - I cut the tree because we could no longer afford to subsidize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Karpal Singh - The bigfoot creature did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Bung Mokhtar - The big monkey did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pandikar Amin Mulia - There is nothing in the standing orders against chopping cherry trees, Kinabatangan duduk, Bukit Gelugor duduk.sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Khairy Jamaluddin - I did not do it, neither did the mat rempits.by the way, what's a cherry tree ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lim Kit Siang - In response to Khairy - cherry tree also you don't know, you are an insult to Oxford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nazri Aziz - racist, racist, racist, when we cut down durian trees nobody made a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Malaysian Citizens - oh for heavens sake! Somebody plant something before we all starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;******got in the mail******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-2083564619000561906?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2083564619000561906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2083564619000561906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2083564619000561906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2083564619000561906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/pop-cherry.html' title='POP THE CHERRY.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1421785417281479766</id><published>2008-08-04T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:44:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words Malaysians can incorporate into their daily lives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Anwarized"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To get back-stabbed.. i.e. People who have been anwarized may contact the DPM's hotline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Badawized"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To be stupified ...........i.e. Malaysians seem to be badawized by the media which reports biased news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Najibbed"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To be blown to bits .....i.e. In this country,you better be careful with what you say, you can be najibbed otherwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Petrad" - meaning: To be exposed ...........i.e. Lately the BN coalition has been petrad in many ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"KayJayed"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To shout for no reason i.e. He kayjayed in the Dewan and appeared like a moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Balaed"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To vanish suddenly i.e. They opposition balaed from the meeting in protest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Lingamed"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To repeat redundantly i.e. The Information Minister lingamed the same rubbish in the debate recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"Soileked"&lt;/span&gt; - meaning: To be caught on tape i.e. People have stopped using budget hotels as they are afraid of being soileked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A short Malaysian fiction :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altantuya was cold bloodedly najibbed after she attempted to petra Najib for anwarising her and not making the promised payments.Razak was badawized into covering up for Najib while Najib balaed from the scene. Razak was actually anwarized.However Najib lingamed that he had nothing to do with it and has been kayjaying on the topic in an attempt to prove his innocence.Nevertheless, some quarters have been threatening that they have soileked evidence that Najib was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To Love Malaysia, is to know Malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HHmmmmm.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;****GOT IN THE MAIL****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1421785417281479766?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1421785417281479766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1421785417281479766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1421785417281479766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1421785417281479766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/words-malaysians-can-incorporate-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3527390643142260288</id><published>2008-08-04T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T13:36:02.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK LEAVE</title><content type='html'>Dear Boss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the weekend,I unfortunately had an accident which resulted to a broken bone. With this, I would like to inform you that it would be impossible for me to work for the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached is the copy of the X-Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;'Broken Romeo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230529862198436850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SJaTMndpI_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5FpPiAa1agE/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;--------HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHA-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****GOT IN THE MAIL*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3527390643142260288?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3527390643142260288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3527390643142260288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3527390643142260288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3527390643142260288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-leave.html' title='SICK LEAVE'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SJaTMndpI_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5FpPiAa1agE/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6189134168323809756</id><published>2008-07-21T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:45:52.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALORIES BURNT DURING SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It has been known for many years that sex is good exercise, but until now nobody had made a scientific study of the caloric content of different sexual activities. Now, after 'original and proprietary' research, the scientific community is proud to present the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;REMOVING HER CLOTHES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With her consent.................................12 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without her consent............................2,187 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;OPENING HER BRA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With both hands.................................. 8 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With one hand....................................12 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With your teeth.................................485 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;PUTTING ON A CONDOM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With an erection..................................6 Calories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Without an erection...........................3,315 Calories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;POSITIONS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missionary.......................................12 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;69 lying down....................................78 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;69 standing up..................................812 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheelbarrow.....................................216 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doggy Style.....................................326 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Italian chandelier............................2,912 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;ORGASMS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Real............................................112 Calories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fake..........................................1,315 Calories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;POST ORGASM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying in bed hugging.............................18 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting up immediately...........................36 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Explaining why you got out of bed immediately...1 ,816 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;GETTING A SECOND ERECTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20-29 years......................................36 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30-39 years......................................80 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40-49 years..................... ................124 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;50-59 years...................................1,972 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60-69 years...................................7,916 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;70 and over........................Results are still pending &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DRESSING AFTERWARDS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Calmly...........................................32 Calories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a hurry.......................................98 Calories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;With her father knocking at the door..........5,218 Calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;With your wife knocking at the door..........13,521 Calories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;GOT IT IN THE MAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6189134168323809756?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6189134168323809756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6189134168323809756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6189134168323809756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6189134168323809756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/calories-burnt-during-sex.html' title='CALORIES BURNT DURING SEX'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2262282457329395431</id><published>2008-07-21T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:34:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived at the casino and bet twenty thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, 'Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed 'YES, YES, I WON, I WON!' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumb founded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?'  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other answered, 'I don't know - I thought you were watching.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not all Irish are stupid; not all blondes are dumb; but all men are men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-2262282457329395431?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2262282457329395431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2262282457329395431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2262282457329395431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2262282457329395431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/attractive-blonde-from-dublin-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-762961945071409844</id><published>2008-07-21T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:30:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lateral Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are good in lateral thinking, then you can be a good strategic thinker or... be a part of Think Tank.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is an interesting quiz to test your Lateral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking abilities --- Think!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. There is a man who lives on the top floor of a very tall building. Everyday he gets the elevator down to the ground floor to leave the building to go to work.Upon returning from work though, he can only travel half way up in the lift and has to walk the rest of the way unless it's raining! Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is probably the best known and most celebratedof all lateral thinking puzzles. It is a true classic.Although there are many possible solutions which fit the initial conditions, only the canonical answer is truly satisfying. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. A man and his son are in a car accident. The father dies on the scene, but the child is rushed to the hospital. When he arrives the surgeon says,"I can't operate on this boy, he is my son! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How can this be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. A man is wearing black. Black shoes, socks,trousers, lumper, gloves and balaclava. He is walking down a black street with all the street lamps off. A black car is coming towards him with its light off but somehow manages to stop in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did the driver see the man?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Why is it better to have round manhole covers than square ones?&lt;br /&gt;This is logical rather than lateral, but it is a good puzzle that can be solved by lateral thinking techniques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is supposedly used by a very well-known software company as an interview question for prospective employees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. A man went to a party and drank some of the punch.He then left early. Everyone else at the party who drank the punch subsequently died of poisoning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did the man not die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;***************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. A man walks into a bar and asks the barman for a glass of water. The barman pulls out a gun and points it at the man. The man says 'Thank you' and walks out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This puzzle claims to be the best of the genre. It is simple in its statement, absolutely baffling and yet with a completely satisfying solution. Most people struggle very hard to solve this one yet they like the answer when they hear it or have the satisfaction of figuring it out. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*****************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;PUT ON YOUR THINKING CAP'S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEED ANSWER.....LEAVE A COMMENT ....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-762961945071409844?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/762961945071409844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=762961945071409844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/762961945071409844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/762961945071409844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/lateral-thinking.html' title='Lateral Thinking'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8439130844150849735</id><published>2008-07-11T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:20:11.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cop vs cops in Gemas station</title><content type='html'>GEMAS: A policeman has lodged a report against all his colleagues including his superiors allegedly over dissatisfaction on how the monthly bribes from those operating illegal activities was being distributed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retaliation, one of his superiors, a sergeant, lodged another police report against the policeman, a lance corporal, for allegedly selling station property to scrap dealers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A source said the lance corporal, in his 40s, was dissatisfied with his superiors for allegedly taking the lion’s share of the bribes while the rank and file received very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In fact, the complainant claimed that he did not get a sen,” the source said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report was lodged earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sergeant, in an apparent tit-for-tat, lodged another report against the lance corporal alleging that he had sold some old wooden and iron furniture from the police station to a dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“His colleagues even know where the dealer is operating from,” the source said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State police chief Datuk Osman Salleh confirmed that a report has been lodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We are investigating the claims made by the lance corporal. We do not want to make conclusions straightaway as the allegations are serious,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said all the policemen were still on duty and have not been asked to go on leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said action would be taken against his men if the claims were true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is understood that the Anti-Corruption Agency has also started a probe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/"&gt;http://thestar.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUTCASE SAYS: This is Abdulah Ahmad Badawi's government working. Correct,correct,correct me if i am WRONG, Didnt he once say that there will be no CORRUPTION in his government.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221559186462084322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SHa0akLADOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ui71olLX19Q/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much was spend on the badges like above? Was there corruption involved when the tender was given to manufacture the badges,was there any corruption in designing the badges...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats next in his transparent government,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATEVER LAH.....FCUKING FED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8439130844150849735?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8439130844150849735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8439130844150849735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8439130844150849735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8439130844150849735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cop-vs-cops-in-gemas-station.html' title='Cop vs cops in Gemas station'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SHa0akLADOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Ui71olLX19Q/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2245184319811694490</id><published>2008-07-10T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T15:23:38.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Money From The New Subsidy Scheme?</title><content type='html'>letters to blogby TV Smith&lt;br /&gt;06/06/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Joey Singh, the former Radio 4 deejay, is always thinking of ways to supplement the miserly 'bunga' he is earning from the bank. He sent me this e-mail on profiteering from the new fuel subsidy scheme. Incidentally, Pos Malaysia has just announced they will hand out cash if you show up in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Dear TV Smith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that the people advising our premier could have thought about a RM625 annual subsidy for every private car owner (2000 cc and below)in lieu of govt subsidised fuel at the pump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this is so beautiful, if not downright scary. You see, I have a car (30 year-old Toyota Corona) which at market value would be probably 800 to 1,500 ringgit max. Now, I have just got the wildest, most brainy idea that only a Bayi can think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out tomorrow and buy another 10 cars (each maybe about 500 to 800 ringgit) being sold off by desperate owners because nobody wants them. The cars are ready-for-the-scrapyard kind but just barely good enough for a Puspakom inspection and a transfer of ownership effected to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just find a place to store all of these cars (or I could even scrap them and have cash in hand from the besi buruk man) and then armed with only the registration cards of each car, I proceed to take a 3rd party insurance (about 60 ringgit without any NCB per car) and pop in to my friendly Pos Malaysia or JPJ office and spend about 70 ringgit to 100 ringgit for each car for a one year road tax disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend about roughly 150 ringgit for this procedure and now I hold my breath as the man or lady behind the counter proceed to issue a RM625 ringgit postal order in my name for every card presented at t&lt;img alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.bold.gif" border="0" /&gt;he counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yearly cost is RM 150 and I get RM 625 in return. A whopping RM 475 profit that is equivalent to a 12,000 ringgit in fixed deposit for a year. I rest my case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith, please highlight this letter in your next blog posting. I think I may be on to something. Give me a little credit though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This former Radio DJ also wants to be an adviser to the PM like everyone else in this country :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2008 TV SMITHLink to this article: &lt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvsmith.net.my/duasen/060608_letters.html"&gt;http://www.tvsmith.net.my/duasen/060608_letters.html&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUTCASE: STUPID GOVERNMENT.....STUPID POLICY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****GOT IT IN THE MAIL****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-2245184319811694490?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3461072997854874249</id><published>2008-07-08T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:13:56.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Doctor's</title><content type='html'>Japanese doctor says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Medicine in my country is so advanced that we can take a kidney out&lt;br /&gt;of one man, put it in another, and have him looking for JOB in six&lt;br /&gt;weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A China doctor says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That is nothing, we can take a lung out of one person, put it in&lt;br /&gt;another, and have him looking for JOB in four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Singaporean doctor says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In my country, medicine is so far progressed that we can take half a&lt;br /&gt;heart out of one person, put it in another, and have them both looking for JOB in two weeks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Malaysian doctor, not to be outdone, says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You guys are way behind, we recently took a man with no brains, out&lt;br /&gt;from Kepala Batas, Penang , put him in the Parliament for 5 years, and now&lt;br /&gt;half the country is looking for JOB.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;********GOT IN THE MAIL*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3461072997854874249?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3461072997854874249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3461072997854874249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3461072997854874249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3461072997854874249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/07/four-doctors.html' title='Four Doctor&apos;s'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8127915066422448095</id><published>2008-07-07T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:53:34.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLS HELP..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SHHY_yt7TlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WhLNnGZDjv0/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220192033556876882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SHHY_yt7TlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WhLNnGZDjv0/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi All,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fortnight ago, I met a young couple(Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Gobi - Parameswari) who came to Senawang Branch to apply for a personal loan but due to lack of income the loan was not approved.Upon talking to them,I found out that the loan that they applied for,was for their daughter's medical expense.Gobi and Parameswari both (aged 20) have a daughter named Kanisha (1year old) who is very sweet in appearance.Unfortunately, this baby girl has a very rare disease since birth.She is affected by 'Venous Malformation' at the left hand side of her lower lip.It's a disease which causes swelling at the affected area.It is indeed very sad for young girl to suffer from such a disease and the swelling is growing gradually.This girl need financial assistance to enable doctors to remove the growth.The cost of the operation ,including hospitalisation fees is estimated between RM10K - RM 15K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be a great help if u can donate .Shoot me an e-mail to confirm ur willingness to help including the amount you would like to pledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient : Kanisha a/p Gobi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : Gobi a/l Avedian&lt;br /&gt;( 880407-05-5547)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother : Parameswari a/p Arjuna&lt;br /&gt;( 880622-23-5110)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add : No 71A, Taman Sri Intan,Rantau&lt;br /&gt;71200 Seremban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Number : 016-2356987&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Account Detail : Kanisha &amp;amp; Parameswari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0507-0000216-20-2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIMB BANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached is a picture of this sweet girl and a letter given by her doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly help......................... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For futher info ,u can cal me,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bawani at 016-2122460.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220192488160247538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SHHZaQP0PvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ahd6eLuAKH4/s320/mai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8127915066422448095?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8127915066422448095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8127915066422448095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5626094855573387177</id><published>2008-06-27T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:27:44.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Chinese in 5 minutes --English - Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's not right!----- Sum Ting Wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Are you harbouring a fugitive? --------Hu Yu Hai Ding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;See me ASAP------ Kum Hia Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Stupid Man------ Dum Fuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Small Horse-------- Tai Ni Po Ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Did you go to the beach?----------- Wai Yu So Tan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I bumped into a coffee table!-------- Ai Bang Mai Fu Kin Ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I think you need a face lift!----------- Chin Tu Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It's very dark in here!------------- Wai So Dim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I thought you were on a diet! -----------Wai Yu Mun Ching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is a tow away zone! -------------No Pah King &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Our meeting is scheduled for next week! -------------Wai Yu Kum Nao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Staying out of sight --------------Lei Ying Lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He's cleaning his automobile -------------Wa Shing Ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your body odour is offensive--------------- Yu Stin Ki Pu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;********GOT IT IN THE MAIL**********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5626094855573387177?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5626094855573387177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5626094855573387177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5626094855573387177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5626094855573387177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/learn-chinese-in-5-minutes-english.html' title='Learn Chinese in 5 minutes --English - Chinese'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-2169977280637237360</id><published>2008-06-26T14:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:57:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIANS ECONOMICAL  STATUS IN MALAYSIA.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Income distribution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Income distribution to reduce income gaps among ethnic groups as well as between rural and urban areas has seen Bumiputera’s mean income increased by 5.2% to RM3,156 in 2007 from RM2,711 in 204. During the period, the Chinese’s income rose 3.0% to RM4,853 from RM4,437, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Indians’ income rose 3.2% to RM3,799 from RM3.456&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and for others, a 15.5% increase to RM3,651 from RM2,312.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urban areas, income rose 3.3% to RM4,356 from RM3,956 and for the rural area, there was a 6.8% increase to RM2,283 from RM1,875&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ownership restructuring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government’s target under the 9MP is to attain bumiputera equity ownership between 20% and 25% by 2010, which excludes government companies like Petroliam Nasional Bhd and Khazanah Nasional Bhd. The equity ownership is based on the par value of the shares and not on market capitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumiputera ownership has increased from 18.9% in share capital in 2004 to 19.4% in 2006. During the period, individual ownership increased from 15.0% to 15.1% while for institutions, including Permodalan Nasional Bhd, it increased from 2.2% to 2.6%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For non-bumiputeras, it increased from 40.6% in 2004 to 43.9% in 2006. Chinese ownership group saw an increase from 39.6% to 42.4%, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;while for Indians it showed a slight decline from 1.2% to 1.1%.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there was a decline in foreign ownership from 32.5% to 30.1% while for nominees, it fell from 8.0% to 6.6%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-2169977280637237360?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/2169977280637237360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=2169977280637237360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2169977280637237360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/2169977280637237360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/indians-economical-status-in-malaysia.html' title='INDIANS ECONOMICAL  STATUS IN MALAYSIA.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6074012950596350015</id><published>2008-06-17T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:07:57.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demeaning T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFcbycHaQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YdH39wn0B4E/s1600-h/Black1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212665647059321666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFcbycHaQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YdH39wn0B4E/s320/Black1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;****So...Not Right.....!!!!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6074012950596350015?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6074012950596350015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6074012950596350015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6074012950596350015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6074012950596350015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/demeaning-t-shirt.html' title='Demeaning T-Shirt'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFcbycHaQ0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/YdH39wn0B4E/s72-c/Black1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-592173767273001965</id><published>2008-06-16T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T14:14:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kepada Pak Lah... PM kesayangan ku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih kepade pak lah kerana menaikkan rege minyak..&lt;br /&gt;selepas ini apebile rege minyak naik.. rege barang yg lain akan naik..&lt;br /&gt;saya akan merubah tabiat saya dari makan ikan kembung yg dah merah mate dan pecah perut kepade ikan kering sahaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sanggup berkorban untuk UMNO dan bn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak saye yg seramai 5 org itu boleh bekerje selepas waktu sekolah untuk membantu keluarga dan meneruskan tradisi menyokong UMNO dan bn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya akan merubah bilik bilik yg ade di rumah saya untuk dijadikan tempat menternak ikan dan menanam sayur secare hidroponik&lt;br /&gt;saya terpakse tanam dalam bilik kerna saya dok kat umah flat..&lt;br /&gt;rebet yg diberikan kepade saya memang melebih dari keperluan saya..&lt;br /&gt;apebile saya congak.. saya hanya menggunakan 20 sen aje duit minyak moto sehari.. ade untung 21 sen saya tak pakai pon kete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebab bile minyak naik.. saya kene jual datsun kotak mancis saya.. dapat gak duit..&lt;br /&gt;anak anak saya, saya akan soh eksesais setiap hari dengan berjalan kaki atau naik beskal ke sekolah.. sejauh 5 km walaupon saye berpendapatan rm 1000.. ia terlebih cukup untuk keluarga saya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat permulaan untuk merubah kehidupan saya.. saya tidak akan menggunakan gula... tak akan menggunakan tepung untuk buat jempot-jempot akan menggantikan beras ngan ubi...&lt;br /&gt;setiap hari saya dan keluarga akan berpuasa (kecuali pade hari hari yg dilarang ajerk)&lt;br /&gt;saya akan buat minyak masak sendiri itu antara care saya merubah hidup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade banyak lagi care semuanya kerna UMNO dan bn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan saya ingin meminta pak lah supaya menaikkan lagi rege minyak yg ade.. bukan tu ajerk.. diminta menaikkan lagi rege tol kerna org sebelah rumah saya nih org pembangkang dia selalu ikut highway, bior padan ngan muke dia.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin pak lah boleh melawat saya dan bersedekah kepade saya sehelai kain pelikat dekat-dekat pilihanraya nanti.. insyaallah kain pelikat itu saya akan framekan dan gantung dirumah.. tapi jangan lupa.. pak lah tandatangan yerk..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jgn lupe pak lah.. naikkan lagi rege minyak.. jgn turun kan gaji menteri menteri dan tuan penasihat 25%.. saya tetap akan menyokong pak lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhir kata bior pak lah senang, janji kami susah.. hidup UMNO, hidup bn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian terima kasih.. ps/ sampaikan salam saye pade KJ dan patrik badawi.. dan tak lupe gak tuan punya syarikat scomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pecah kaca, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pecah gelas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sudah baca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harap balas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://muor76.blogspot.com/2008/06/surat-penyokong-umno-untuk-pak-lah.html %20(original"&gt;http://muor76.blogspot.com/2008/06/surat-penyokong-umno-untuk-pak-lah.html  &lt;/a&gt;      (ORIGINAL POST HERE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;**********GOT IT IN THE MAIL********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-592173767273001965?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/592173767273001965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=592173767273001965&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/592173767273001965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/592173767273001965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/kepada-pak-lah-pm-kesayangan-ku.html' title='Kepada Pak Lah... PM kesayangan ku'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5916856582885658167</id><published>2008-06-12T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:56:58.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVA AMERICA......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFC5268umdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DS_AosnexlE/s1600-h/american-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210869122055707090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFC5268umdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DS_AosnexlE/s320/american-flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The following is the transcript of an ACTUAL radio conversation in October 1995, between a US Navy ship off the coast of England, and the British authorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The transcript was released by the Ministry of Defence on 10/10/95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRITS: Please divert your course 15 degrees to the South, to avoid a collision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;AMERICANS: Recommend you divert your course 15 degrees to the North, to avoid a collision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRITS: Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the South to avoid a collision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;AMERICANS: This is the Captain of US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRITS: Negative. I say again. You will have to divert your course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AMERICANS: THIS IS THE AIRCRAFT CARRIER USS LINCOLN. THE SECOND LARGESTSHIP IN THE UNITED STATES ATLANTIC FLEET. THREE DESTROYERS, THREE CRUISERS,AND NUMEROUS SUPPORT VESSELS ACCOMPANY US. I DEMAND THAT YOU CHANGE YOURCOURSE 15 DEGREES NORTH. THAT'S 15 DEGREES NORTH, OR COUNTER MEASURES WILLBE UNDERTAKEN TO ENSURE THE SAFETY OF THIS SHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BRITS: We are a lighthouse. F* * k off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*****SCREW the U S of A******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5916856582885658167?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5916856582885658167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5916856582885658167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5916856582885658167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5916856582885658167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/viva-america.html' title='VIVA AMERICA......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SFC5268umdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/DS_AosnexlE/s72-c/american-flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8825096383136455892</id><published>2008-06-11T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:34:42.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some nice Dilbert's one liners....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SE-M8hcBRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LCNkisYw0JU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210538265286886770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SE-M8hcBRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LCNkisYw0JU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. I say no to alcohol, it just doesn't listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. A friend in need is a pest indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Marriage is one of the chief causes of divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Work is fine if it doesn't take too much of your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. When everything comes in your way you're in the wrong lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;6. The light at the end of the tunnel may be an incoming train..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. Born free, taxed to death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8. Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9. Life is unsure; always eat your dessert first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;11. If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you'll have trouble putting on your pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;12. It's not hard to meet expenses, they are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;13. I love being a writer... what I can't stand is the paperwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;14. A printer consists of 3 main parts: the case, the jammed paper tray and the blinking red light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;15. The guy who invented the first wheel was an idiot. The guy who invented the other three, he was the genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;16. The trouble with being punctual is that no one is there to appreciate it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;17. In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18. If you cannot change your mind, are you sure you have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;19. Beat the 5 O'clock rush, leave work at noon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;20. If you can't convince them, confuse them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;21. It's not the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;22. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;23. Hot glass looks same as cold glass. - Cunino's Law of Burnt Fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;24. The cigarette does the smoking; you are just the sucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;25. Someday is not a day of the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;26. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;27. To Err is human, to forgive is not a Company policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;28. The road to success.... Is always under construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;29. Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does Milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;30. In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.and here's the best of the lot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;31. All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive, fattening or married to someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8825096383136455892?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8825096383136455892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8825096383136455892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8825096383136455892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8825096383136455892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-are-some-nice-dilberts-one-liners.html' title='Here are some nice Dilbert&apos;s one liners....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SE-M8hcBRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LCNkisYw0JU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-4370794459840481148</id><published>2008-06-11T13:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:17:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PUZZLE...PUZZLE....PUZZLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE how many “can” words you can identify in this puzzle. Fill in the blanks with the missing letters.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sweet foods such as toffees. Can__ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Artificial waterway for irrigation or transportation. Can__ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Narrow boat with paddles. Can__ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Coarse cloth of hemp, cotton or flax. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Mass of wax with a wick. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Small yellow bird. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Large piece of artillery. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Relating to dogs. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Long, narrow valley between high cliffs. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Box or can that holds coffee, tea or sugar. Can__ __ __ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Covering. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Frank. Can__ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Large melon. Can__ __ __ __ __ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Always finding something to complain about. Can__ __ __ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. A short musical work. Can__ __ __ __&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. A person who eats the flesh of human beings. Can__ __ __ _&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For answer email me or leave comment......wicked.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*******http://thestar.com.my/********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-4370794459840481148?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4370794459840481148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=4370794459840481148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4370794459840481148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4370794459840481148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-how-many-can-words-you-can-identify.html' title='PUZZLE...PUZZLE....PUZZLE'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5797489587891931399</id><published>2008-06-09T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T15:20:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANTUN UNTUK PAK LAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Surat terbuka untuk PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kepada Pak Lah, Perdana Menteri Malaysia Boleh.......Blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hari nie tah hari berapa Pak Lah jadi PM kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Memang dari dulu kami sokong sampai lani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tapi hari nie, buka mata, senak perut anak bini......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tengok Pak Lah habag minyak naik lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Memang kami tak tau pasai ekonomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yang tau semua Pak Lah ngan kroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tapi sampai bila nak jadi lagu nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dapat gaji habis tak berbaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pak Lah habag tak boleh buat apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nie semua ekonomi dunia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kalau tak naik nanti dunia kata apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Habis tu yang rakyat dok menderita, tak pa ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dulu Pak Lah kata nak jaga rakyat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kunun Pak lah nak kerja sama sama dengan rakyat......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nie dok nampak macam nak telan kederat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dok nampak kami yang nak melarat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pak Lah kata masalah rakyat nak ambik berat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kunun tak mau tengok rakyat hidup melarat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tapi kalau macam nie punya sarat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Darah rakyat pun boleh sejat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kerajaan ada kata rakyat manja subsidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kunun asyik kerajaan saja dok bagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sapa kata kami rakyat tak pernah bagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tu...yang lima tahun sekali tu....sapa bagi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tiap kali naik harga, dok banding sini sana??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hampa tengok, kat Thailand lagi mahai dari kita......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Apa jenis depa punya kira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Awat tak ikut pulak Brunai punya harga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Brunai tak leh kira depa punya minyak berlambak tak terkira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Awat, minyak Malaysia tak dak harga ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;kalau tidak, tak kan jual minyak kita beli minyak depa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ada Petronas pun tak leh buat apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ada duit sikit, dah nak mengada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pi buat segala menara pagoda kembaq dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nak tunjuk, kami la kaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Petronas kata kami tak tau apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kerajaan yang buat kira bicara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kami ikut apa depa kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Royalti jadi ehsan pun kami tak leh kata apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kunun dok habag petronas hak rakyat semua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pakailah minyak petronas, nanti untung dapat kat kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nie, nak tanya la....tiap tahun untung beribu juta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rakyat dapat apa ????? kudis buta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hari nie petrol naik, tahan la lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tengok pulak apa cerita esok pagiHabis ikan, ayam, cabai sampai ke cili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;depa pun sama tumbas naik sekali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nanti ada la menteri tolong bercakap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sapa naik harga dia nak pi tangkap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sampai bila la dia nie nak ubah sikap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ingat yang dok meniaga kat market tu heran kot dia punya cakap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Pak Lah mau renung nasib kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kais hari nie makan untuk kemarin pagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Anak kecik pun dok ada lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Boleh hidup ka kami lagu nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dah tak larat nak tanggung cukai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sini cukai, sana cukai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dari tanah sampai ke pintu punya ada cukai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dah sampai masa kot Pak Lah kena guna akai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Jangan dok ingat rakyat macam Pak Lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Gaji berpuluh ribu hidup tak susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ada anak pulak bisnes sebelah sebelah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dapat tender pun tak payah susah susah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kami rakyat bukan macam tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Malah la nie pun dah ada rebus siput babi dgan batu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sedih sungguh ohhhh negara ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Biar tak merdeka terus pun tak la kalau lagu tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dah sampai masa Pak Lah ingat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Selesai masalah rakyat cepat cepat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nanti kot rakyat naik meluat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;satu undi pun Pak Lah tak dapat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cukup la sampai di sini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tobat dah...aku tak mengundi BN kali nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Parti Barang Naik pulak kot jadi depa lani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kot ada sapa nak Barang Naik lagi undi la depa lagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yang Benar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Rakyat yang semakin tak larat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;PEJABAT PERDANA MENTERI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh/Date&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;04/06/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208284240471994466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SEeK7AqZMGI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wkErINiy_mk/s320/govt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tajuk/Title&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;KENYATAAN MEDIA MENGENAI PAKEJ PENSTRUKTURAN SEMULA SUBSIDI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pejabat Perdana Menteri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENYATAAN MEDIA MENGENAI PAKEJ PENSTRUKTURAN SEMULA SUBSIDI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerajaan komited untuk memastikan golongan berpendapatan rendah dan sederhana tidak akan dibebani dengan kenaikan kos petrol dan makanan. Namun, kos petrol dan komoditi di peringkat global, telah mengalami kenaikan yang drastik dan subsidi perlu distruktur semula supaya bantuan dapat diagihkan dengan lebih adil. Subsidi yang distruktur semula ini akan memberi lebih manfaat kepada mereka yang memerlukannya, terutama golongan berpendapatan rendah dan sederhana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabinet hari ini telah meluluskan satu pakej penstrukturan semula subsidi bahan api yang turut merangkumi mekanisme untuk melindungi golongan berpendapatan rendah dan sederhana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk itu, Kabinet telah memutuskan untuk mengambil langkah-langkah berikut, sebagai pakej permulaan program penstrukturan subsidi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. PENSTRUKTURAN SUBSIDI PETROL DAN DIESEL DI PAMBerkuatkuasa esok, 5 Jun 2008, harga petrol akan meningkat sebanyak 78 sen dan diesel sebanyak RM1.00 setiap liter. Harga baru petrol dan diesel di pam adalah RM2.70 seliter dan RM2.58 seliter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk mengurangkan beban kenaikan kos petrol dan diesel ke atas golongan berpendapatan rendah dan sederhana, Kabinet juga bersetuju untuk memberi bayaran tunai kepada warga Malaysia yang memiliki kenderaan persendirian termasuk pemilik motosikal seperti berikut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Bagi pemilik kenderaan persendirian berkapasiti enjin sehingga 2000cc serta pick up truck dan jip berkapasiti enjin sehingga 2500cc, bayaran tunai sebanyak RM625 setahun bagi setiap kenderaan akan diberikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Bagi pemilik motosikal persendirian berkapasiti enjin sehingga 250cc, bayaran tunai sebanyak RM150 setahun bagi setiap motosikal akan diberikan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bayaran tunai ini akan diberi apabila pemilik kenderaan dan motosikal membayar atau memperbaharui lesen kenderaan bermotor (cukai jalan). Bayaran ini meliputi kenderaan dengan cukai jalan yang berkuat kuasa mulai 1 April 2008 hingga 31 Mac 2009. Bayaran tunai ini akan diberikan secara Kiriman Wang (Money Order) di pejabat Pos Malaysia, di seluruh negara, mulai 1 Julai 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi pemilik kenderaan dan motosikal yang tidak termasuk dalam kategori bayaran tunai tersebut, Kabinet telah memutuskan untuk mengurangkan cukai jalan mengikut kadar berikut berkuatkuasa 1 Jun 2008:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Bagi pemilik kenderaan persendirian petrol dan diesel berkapasiti enjin melebihi 2000cc, cukai jalan akan dikurangkan sebanyak RM200.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Bagi pemilik motosikal persendirian berkapasiti enjin lebih daripada 250cc, cukai jalan akan dikurangkan sebanyak RM50, tertakluk kepada cukai jalan minima sebanyak RM2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. MENYELARASKAN SUBSIDI DIESEL UNTUK SYARIKAT PENGANGKUTAN YANG DILULUSKAN, SYARIKAT PENGANGKUTAN VESEL DAN NELAYAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pada masa ini, operator pengangkutan, nelayan dan pemilik vesel menikmati harga subsidi berbeza bagi diesel. Harga diesel adalah RM1.00 seliter untuk nelayan dan RM1.20 seliter bagi pemilik vesel. Kabinet hari ini telah bersetuju untuk menyelaraskan harga diesel kepada RM1.43 seliter berkuatkuasa esok 5 Jun 2008. Harga yang diselaraskan ini tidak akan menjejaskan syarikat pengangkutan di bawah sistem fleet card kerana mereka akan terus menikmati subsidi petrol dan diesel pada harga ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk itu, Kabinet telah bersetuju untuk membayar sebahagian daripada perbezaan harga lama dan baru secara tunai kepada nelayan dan pemilik vesel seperti berikut: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Bayaran tunai sebanyak RM200 setiap bulan bagi setiap pemilik dan pekerja vesel rakyat Malaysia yang berdaftar dengan Jabatan Perikanan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Bayaran insentif kepada pemilik vesel pada kadar 10 sen sekilogram hasil tangkapan ikan yang didaratkan oleh vesel perikanan berdaftar di pusat pendaratan ikan di dalam Negara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pembayaran akan diuruskan oleh Lembaga Kemajuan Ikan Malaysia (LKIM).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kabinet memutuskan pengusaha bot penumpang sungai juga akan diberi bayaran tunai sebanyak 10 sen seliter berdasarkan kuota yang diluluskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. PETRONAS AKAN MENYUSUN SEMULA SUBSIDI GAS Mulai 1 Julai 2008, harga gas yang dibekalkan oleh Petronas di Semenanjung Malaysia akan diubah seperti berikut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) Bagi sektor elektrik, harga akan dinaikkan daripada RM6.40 setiap mmBtu kepada RM14.31 setiap mmBtu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) Bagi pengguna sektor industri yang menggunakan kurang daripada 2mmscfd, harga yang ditetapkan oleh Gas Malaysia Sdn Bhd (GMSB) akan dinaikkan daripada RM9.40 setiap mmBtu kepada RM24.54 setiap mmBtu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) Bagi pengguna sektor industri yang menggunakan lebih daripada 2 mmscfd, harga gas yang dibekalkan oleh Petronas akan dinaikkan daripada RM11.32 setiap mmBtu kepada RM32.56 setiap mmBtu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagaimanapun, bantuan khas akan diberikan kepada pengguna GMSB iaitu bagi kategori Perusahaan Kecil dan Sederhana (PKS). Pengguna ini akan menghadapi kenaikan yang lebih rendah bagi kadar tarif gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selaras dengan dasar tenaga boleh diperbaharui (sustainable energy), Petronas akan mengurangkan subsidi bagi sektor elektrik secara progresif sejajar dengan harga pasaran semasa, sehingga tahun ke-15, apabila parasnya mencecah harga pasaran. Pada masa yang sama, subsidi bagi sektor industri akan dikurangkan secara progresif sejajar dengan harga pasaran, sehingga tahun ke-11, apabila parasnya mencecah harga pasaran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harga minyak masak (Gas Petroleum Cecair atau LPG) dan Gas Asli bagi Kenderaan (NGV) tidak akan berubah. Harga bagi LPG dan NGV tetap pada kadar sedia ada iaitu RM1.75 setiap kg dan 63.5 sen setiap liter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. STRUKTUR BARU TARIF ELEKTRIK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk sekian lama, rakyat Malaysia termasuk sektor komersil dan industri, telah menikmati diskaun yang tinggi bagi gas yang disediakan oleh PETRONAS. Pada masa yang sama, Tenaga Nasional Berhad (TNB) terpaksa menampung kenaikan harga arang batu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dengan penstrukturan semula subsidi gas dan kenaikan harga arang batu, Kerajaan telah meluluskan satu struktur baru tarif elektrik bagi membolehkan TNB menyerap kos bahan api bagi gas dan arang batu. Struktur tarif baru yang akan berkuatkuasa pada 1 Julai 2008 ini, akan diguna pakai oleh semua pengguna domestik (rumah), komersil dan industri di Semenanjung Malaysia sahaja. Satu struktur tarif baru akan diumumkan tidak lama lagi bagi Sabah dan Sarawak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selaras dengan hasrat Kerajaan untuk melindungi sebaik mungkin kebajikan golongan berpendapatan rendah dan sederhana, struktur tarif elektrik yang baru ini tidak akan menjejaskan pengguna yang menggunakan 200 Kilowat Jam (kWj) ke bawah setiap bulan dengan anggaran bil elektrik adalah kurang daripada RM43.60. Ini bermakna, 59 peratus isi rumah di Semenanjung Malaysia akan membayar kadar yang sama selagi mereka mengekalkan tahap penggunaan yang sama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pengguna komersil dan industri akan mengalami peningkatan sebanyak 26 peratus. Bagaimanapun, bagi kategori komersil dan industri, pertimbangan dibuat kepada peruncit, pekedai dan pengusaha restoran kecil, serta pengguna industri seperti perusahaan kampung yang menggunakan tidak melebihi daripada 200 Kilowat Jam (kWj) setiap bulan akan hanya mengalami kenaikan 18 peratus. (Butiran terperinci bagi tarif baru elektrik dikepilkan bersama). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Langkah-langkah yang telah disebut adalah selaras dengan keputusan Kerajaan untuk menstruktur semula subsidi, yang mana usaha ini akan menuju ke arah harga pasaran yang sebenar, meningkatkan kecekapan pasaran serta menggalakkan rakyat Malaysia untuk menjimatkan sumber tenaga. Sektor komersil dan industri akan menjadi lebih bermotivasi untuk melaksanakan langkah-langkah kecekapan dalam operasinya sementara pengguna bagi isi rumah akan mengamalkan penjimatan tenaga serta mengelak daripada pembaziran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. SUMBANGAN SYARIKAT PENJANA TENAGA BEBAS (IPP) DAN PENGELUAR MINYAK KELAPA SAWIT (POP) KE ARAH MENGURANGKAN BEBAN RAKYAT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IPP dijangka menjana keuntungan lebih daripada pulangan pasaran. Selaras dengan penstrukturan semula subsidi bagi gas, Kerajaan telah memutuskan untuk melaksanakan peruntukkan di bawah Akta Levi Keuntungan Berlebihan 1998 (Windfall Profit Levy Act 1998), ke atas IPP, sebagai sumbangan mereka terhadap kenaikan kos bahan api untuk menjana tenaga elektrik. Kuantum bagi levi itu adalah 30 peratus daripada lebihan pulangan aset pada nilai threshold melebihi 9 peratus berdasarkan akaun mereka yang diaudit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;POP juga, yang telah mencatat kenaikan untung ekoran harga minyak kelapa sawit yang tinggi di pasaran dunia. Kabinet hari ini telah bersetuju untuk memansuhkan levi sistem subsidi minyak masak (COSS) yang sedia ada berkuatkuasa 1 Julai 2008. Bagi menggantikannya, Kabinet telah membuat keputusan untuk melaksanakan peruntukan di bawah Akta Levi Keuntungan Berlebihan 1998 ke atas POP. Levi berikut akan dikenakan pada peringkat pemproses (millers):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i) Bagi Sabah dan Sarawak, 7.5 peratus bagi setiap tan minyak mentah kelapa sawit (CPO) yang melebihi RM2,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii) Bagi Semenanjung Malaysia, 15 peratus bagi setiap tan CPO yang melebihi RM2,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walaupun COSS telah dimansuhkan, harga minyak masak tetap sama kerana hasil daripada pelaksanaan levi baru ini akan digunakan untuk membiayai subsidi minyak masak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadar levi bagi POP di Sabah dan Sarawak adalah lebih rendah memandangkan mereka juga perlu membayar cukai kepada Kerajaan negeri (sebagai contoh 7.5 peratus ke atas CPO di Sabah dan 5 peratus ke atas CPO di Sarawak).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. PENGAGIHAN PENJIMATAN DARIPADA PENSTRUKTURAN SEMULA SUBSIDI DAN PENDAPATAN YANG DIPEROLEH DARIPADA LEVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kerajaan menganggarkan sejumlah RM13.7 bilion daripada penjimatan yang akan diperolehi daripada penstrukturan semula subsidi petrol, diesel dan gas serta pendapatan daripada levi yang dikenakan terhadap IPP dan POP. . Dikepilkan bersama lampiran maklumat pengagihan berkenaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. MENINGKATKAN THRESHOLD CUKAI PERKHIDMATAN BAGI PERKHIDMATAN RESTORAN DI LUAR HOTEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Restoran yang terletak di luar hotel yang telah mencapai perolehan jualan tahunan (threshold) lebih daripada RM500,000 dikenakan cukai perkhidmatan pada kadar 5%. Terdapat rungutan mengenai threshold cukai perkhidmatan ini yang dianggap terlalu rendah sehinggakan gerai makanan di kawasan luar bandar kini mampu mencapainya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagi memastikan rakyat tidak terbeban dengan bayaran cukai perkhidmatan dalam memperoleh perkhidmatan penyediaan makanan dan minuman oleh restoran yang terletak di luar hotel, Kerajaan bersetuju threshold cukai perkhidmatan bagi restoran sebegini ditingkatkan daripada RM500,000 kepada RM3 juta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peningkatan threshold di atas berkuat kuasa mulai 1 Julai 2008. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6261121124875561062?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-price-increase.html' title='PETROL PRICE INCREASE ****HOORAAYYYY***'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5848652430609869222</id><published>2008-05-29T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:20:33.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How a marriage works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A newlywed couple had only been married for two weeks. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband, although very much in love, couldn't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, he said to his new wife, 'Honey, I'll be right back.' '&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where are you going, coochy cooh?' asked the wife. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I'm going to the bar, pretty face. I' m going to have a beer.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The wife said, 'You want a beer, my love?' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She opened the door to the refrigerator and showed him 25 different kinds of beer brands from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan , India ,etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband didn't know what to do, and the only thing that he could think of saying was, 'Yes, lolly pop...but at the bar...you know...they have frozen glasses...' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He didn't get to finish the sentence, because the wife interrupted him by saying, 'You want a frozen glass, puppy face?' She took a huge beer mug out of the freezer, so frozen that she was getting chills just holding it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband, looking a bit pale, said, 'Yes, tootsie roll, but at the Bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long, I'll be right back. I promise. OK?' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You want hors d'oeuvres, poochi pooh?' She opened the oven and took out 5 dishes of different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in blankets, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'But my sweet honey... At the bar... You know...there's swearing, dirty words and all that...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;' 'You want dirty words, Dickhead? Drink your f***ing beer in your Goddamn frozen mug and eat your motherf***ing snacks, because you are Married now, and you aren't f***ing going anywhere! Got it, Asshole?' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;........and, they lived happily ever after. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, isn't that a sweet story? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*******GOT IT IN THE MAIL....DAMN MARRIAGE****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5848652430609869222?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5848652430609869222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5848652430609869222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5848652430609869222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5848652430609869222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-marriage-works.html' title='How a marriage works'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7478343752817118224</id><published>2008-05-26T13:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:52:26.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN MOVIE</title><content type='html'>1. Biasalah, kebanyakan cerita bermula dengan 2 beradik terpisah. Sorang di bela oleh orang jahat dan sorang lagi dibela oleh orang baik. Dah besar, abang jadi Inspektor Sahab dan adik jadi gangster. Nak abih cerita mesti adik kena tembak ngan abang dan waktu nazak baru si abang tahu yang dia tembak tadi adalah adiknya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;melalui tanda parut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Orang jahat digambarkan tersangat jahat sampai lembu pun takut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Selalunya depa suka ciplak bulat2 filem barat macam Pretty Woman, Face Off dan Heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Paling pendek pun jangkamasa tayangan adalah 3 jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Orang jahat dan hero payah nak mati walaupun kepala dah kena ketuk dengan tukul besi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hero tak kena tembak walaupun ditembak dari jarak satu kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Adegan joget sambil menyanyi akan melibatkan penari iringan seramai satu kampong dan bertukar 7 atau 8 pasang pakaian untuk setiap lokasi hanya untuk satu lagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Adegan keretapi tak leh tertinggal. Joget reramai sampai atas bumbung keretapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kalau cerita moden, dialog mesti bercampur bahasa omputeh dan Hindi. Contoh&lt;br /&gt;' I'm sorry. I didn't know that na pere tomhe cha....bla....bla....bla...'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Biasanya plot dan jalan cerita da boleh baca apa penyudahnya. Tu yang pelik ramai plak yang tunggu sampai abih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-7478343752817118224?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7478343752817118224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7478343752817118224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7478343752817118224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7478343752817118224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/indian-movie.html' title='INDIAN MOVIE'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-486941812884118021</id><published>2008-05-26T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:45:38.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CERITA CINA</title><content type='html'>1. Cerita Kungfu, hero terror boleh terbang. Tapi sambung pengembaraan mesti jalan kaki. Apsal tak terbang jek. Kan cepat sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hero mesti miskin gila. Tapi mesti ada sekeping or 2 keping duit siling kat celah lengan besar jubah dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kalau cerita moden hero boleh lawan dan tewaskan 30 orang penjahat serentak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Biasalah, kalau kena tembak mesti kat bahu or kat kaki. Tak mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Heroin mesti jadi bini or girlfriend boss penjahat dan jatuh cinta kat hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hero mesti menembak pakai 2 pistol, kiri dan kanan. Macam Chow Yuen Fatt dalam filem     'A Better Tomorrow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Pistol hero mesti peluru tak habis2. Tak payah reload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cerita hantu, hantu dia biasanya pakai bedak muka tebal2 dan hitamkan keliling mata. Kat bibir ada darah meleleh. ( Tak seram pun ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kalau cerita lucu plak, mesti ada adegan air liur meleleh keluar mulut macam air paip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-486941812884118021?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/486941812884118021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=486941812884118021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/486941812884118021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/486941812884118021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/cerita-cina.html' title='CERITA CINA'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6824423908846746020</id><published>2008-05-26T13:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:56:40.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIA , CHINESE and MALAY MOVIE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CERITA MELAYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 80% jalan cerita berkisar tentang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Cinta.&lt;br /&gt;b. Cinta 3 segi.&lt;br /&gt;c. Cinta 4 segi.&lt;br /&gt;d. Anak-anak rebut harta pusaka.&lt;br /&gt;e. Kalau keluarga kaya, anak2 rebut sapa nak gantikan Tan Sri (ayah) jadi Pengerusi, CEO atau Presiden syarikat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Walau pun cerita pasal awek kilang, rumah awek kilang ni mesti complete furnished. Ada TV 29", Home Teatre, peti sejuk besar, set sofa mewah. (Director tak buat home work ker? Pegi la tengok umah awek kilang kat Sungei Way tu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cerita polis lak, dialah pegawai penyiasat, dialah jadi forensic, dialah jadi pathologist, dialah yang gi ambush. Semuanya DIA yang buat. Polis lak dialog pakai bahasa buku. "Saya rasa kita patut siasat dengan lebih terperinci tuan". " Betul cadangan awak itu. Kita bertindak sekarang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalau cerita pasal Construction, bawak satu pelan gulung, pakai topi KUNING, tunjuk-tunjuk kat bangunan tengah buat, discuss dengan 'kepala' Indon komplen kenapa projek lambat siap kat Indon tadi. ( Topi kuning utk pekerja buruh la bang ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Adegan doktor kat Wad check pesakit. Ambik fail hujung katil, selak-selak. Dialog wajib : "Kesihatan awak bertambah baik. Banyakkan berehat dan jangan lupa makan ubat ". ( Woi bang, tengokla cerita ER tu, Dr ada medical terms dia ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Adegan kat umah. Ayah mesti tengah baca paper, Mak mesti tengah menjahit atau&lt;br /&gt;lipat baju. Orang gaji tengah basuh pinggan. Orang gaji mesti nama dia Mak Nab&lt;br /&gt;atau Mak Jah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Nak panjangkan rakaman filem mesti ada adegan kereta sampai kat umah, bukak pintu kereta, bukak pintu pagar, masuk balik kereta, drive masuk car porch, keluar, tutup pintu pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Adegan sembahyang mesti dah salam akhir or adegan mengaji Quran mesti dah sampai part sadakallah hulazim. ( Cover line kot ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gangster atau kuncu orang jahat mesti pakai baju takder lengan, pakai rantai dan pakai bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Nak bagi sedih gila, mesti buat adegan dah tahu nak mati pasal kena barah otak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian laporan ikhlas untuk pedoman tuan2 director filem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang benar, Ah yau Jengkol Spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Sepupu tiri sebelah nenek sedara Steven Spielberg ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;****GOT ALL THE THREE POST IN THE MAIL*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6824423908846746020?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6824423908846746020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6824423908846746020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6824423908846746020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6824423908846746020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/india-chinese-and-malay-movie.html' title='INDIA , CHINESE and MALAY MOVIE......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6294882652872312927</id><published>2008-05-22T14:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:22:25.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCUSES...EXCUSES...AND MORE EXCUSES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL EXCUSE FOR HAIR LOSS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maggi Mee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL EXCUSE FOR BEING LATE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Traffic Jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL CONDOM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;None. Most Malaysians still feel embarrassed buying condoms.So they rush into a 7-11, hurriedly grab the nearest pack,any pack, pay and leave before the cashier can even blink an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL FRUIT FOR INDUCING MENSTRUATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pineapple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL APHRODISIAC DRINK&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stout. Many swear by it.But after a few pints they startswearing at everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL FAKE ILLNESS FOR GETTING MC (MEN):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Food Poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL FAKE ILLNESS FOR GETTING MC (WOMEN):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Menstrual Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL EXCUSES GIVEN BY WOMEN WHEN REFUSING SEX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Headache, kids not asleep, maid not asleep, mother-in-law around, earlyappointment, period, haven't removed make-up, haven't had a shower, nowatersupply, going to watch 'Desperate Housewives', depressed, no mood, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL EXCUSES GIVEN BY MEN WHEN REFUSING SEX:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;None. Malaysian men never refuse sex. (oh ya??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL CURE FOR HEADACHES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Panadol. The 'cure for all'. If it fails we have another secret weapon;Tiger Balm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL CURE FOR DIZZINESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minyak Angin Cap Kapak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL CAUSE OF DIZZINESS (FOR YUPPIES):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL INSTANT CURE FOR DIZZINESS (FOR YUPPIES):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The sight of a police roadblock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL RUBBISH DUMP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anywhere. As long as it is not your house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL MOST MIS-PRONOUNCED NAME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Carrefour. Sometimes even pronounced as Carry 4!On second thought, why bother pronouncing stupid French brands likePeugeot, Renault or Citroen correctly. I think it sounds better,when thelocal mechanics say 'Pew Jeot'. When I was in school, Milo was always'MeeLo', now that I'm sophisticated, I say 'My Lo'. So don't beembarrassed saying 'Carry 4' when the ! Mat Sallehs shamelessly pronounceorang utan as 'rangootan'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NATIONAL ROADSIDE DISTRACTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Bra-less Tourist. See how heads turn and traffic slows down when abra-less Mat Salleh backpacker goes 'bouncing' about on the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6294882652872312927?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6294882652872312927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6294882652872312927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6294882652872312927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6294882652872312927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/excusesexcusesand-more-excuses.html' title='EXCUSES...EXCUSES...AND MORE EXCUSES.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1591554742722092152</id><published>2008-05-15T18:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:49:55.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NIAMAH.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;When I visited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Malaysia Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; today I was most pleasantly surprised by Raja Petra's article entitled, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/content/view/7293/84/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;" How to strike back and counter the sabotage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;. I have reproduced that part of it which I thought was so damn good an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I urge all Muslims to pay their zakat and fitrah in any one of the five Pakatan Rakyat states. Are you aware that you can pay zakat in lieu of your income tax? And you can request that your salary be deducted monthly and the money be sent to the state zakat office instead of to the IRD. No, it is not exemption from tax like if you were to donate to a tax-exempt charity. It is zakat in lieu of tax. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That means when you pay zakat you need not pay income tax.Say you have to pay RM1,000 income tax per month on your salary (or RM12,000 per year if you pay annually). You just pay the money to the zakat office instead and send the receipt to the IRD and consider your income tax fully paid.Why do this? Well, when you pay to the IRD, the money goes to the Federal Government and Umno will use the money. But when you pay zakat the state gets to keep the money and in the five Pakatan Rakyat states for sure Umno will not be able to get its hands on the money.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think about it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zakat is mandatory under Islam. So you will be fulfilling your Islamic duty plus you will be helping the five Pakatan Rakyat states plus you will be denying Umno that money. That’s killing three birds with one stone.Okay, zakat is only 2.5% of your wealth (zakat harta) or income (zakat pendapatan) while income tax is higher. So, pay the higher figure. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After all, you will have to pay it anyway whether you pay zakat or income tax. And imagine how many poor and destitute people, the homeless, students who need financial aid or scholarships, orphans, single mothers, old folks who can’t work, handicapped people, etc., can be helped with this zakat money."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Isn't that like a stroke of genius? I think our Muslim Malaysian brethren should seriously think about it. In fact, if there was something like this for Christians I'd switch over instantly. Up until the time I read this RPK post I only had one genius in my circle of friends. Now I have 2. Well, sort of friend la since I have never met RPK in person. Damn good la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tabik, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*******I CIPLAK'ED ALL THE ABOVE FROM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://niamah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://niamah.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; ********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Words in green from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;RPK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.malaysia-today.net/2008/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Words in GOLD from PATRICK 'NIAMAH' TEOH&lt;a href="http://niamah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;http://niamah.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;****HAD A STRONG URGE TO POST THIS*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1591554742722092152?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1591554742722092152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1591554742722092152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1591554742722092152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1591554742722092152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/niamah.html' title='NIAMAH.............'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7182920426040375876</id><published>2008-05-13T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:50:51.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARKETING 101.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING 10 MARKETING CONCEPTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say, "I am very rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's DIRECT MARKETING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You are at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, "He's very rich. Marry him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's ADVERTISING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call her and say, "Hi, I am very rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's TELEMARKETING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You get up and straighten your tie. You walk up to her and pour her a drink. You open the door for her. You pick up her bag after she drops it. You offer her a ride and you say, "By the way, I am very rich. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's PUBLIC RELATIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. She walks up to you and says, "You are very rich. Can you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;That's BRAND RECOGNITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You walk up to her and say, "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's CUSTOMER FEEDBACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You walk up to her and say, I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's DEMAND AND SUPPLY GAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You walk up to her and before you can say anything, another person comes along and tells her, "I am very rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's MARKET COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You walk up to her and before you can say anything, another person comes along and tells her, "I am very rich. Marry me! And she follows him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's LOSING MARKET SHARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You walk up to her and before you can say, "I am very rich. Marry me!" YOUR WIFE TURNS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's BARRIER TO NEW MARKET ENTRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-7182920426040375876?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7182920426040375876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7182920426040375876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7182920426040375876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7182920426040375876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/marketing-101.html' title='MARKETING 101.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3719032388420430598</id><published>2008-05-13T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:42:45.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAY 13th 1969.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCkN3ASiNwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ubDm5fpneNY/s1600-h/Black_Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199702483397654274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCkN3ASiNwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ubDm5fpneNY/s320/Black_Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUR THOUGHTS ARE WITH THE VICTIMS..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3719032388420430598?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3719032388420430598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3719032388420430598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3719032388420430598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3719032388420430598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-13th-1969.html' title='MAY 13th 1969.......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCkN3ASiNwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ubDm5fpneNY/s72-c/Black_Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8846360834283318960</id><published>2008-05-08T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:05:27.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Just wait until your father gets home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me about RECEIVING:.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You are going to get it when we get home!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me to MEET A CHALLENGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you... Don't talk back tome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me LOGIC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Because I said so, that's why."&amp;amp;"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me to THINK AHEAD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you don't pass your spelling test, you'll never get a good job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me ESP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you're cold?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me HUMOR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me about SEX:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How do you think you got here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me about GENETICS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"You're just like your father."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me about my ROOTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My Mother taught me about WISDOM OF AGE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"When you get to be my age, you will understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Mother taught me about JUSTICE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you. Then you'll see what it's like."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me RELIGION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of nextweek!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me FORESIGHT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me IRONY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Keep crying and I'll *give* you something to cry about."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Shut your mouth and eat your supper!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Will you *look* at the dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me about STAMINA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"You'll sit there until all that spinach is finished."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me about WEATHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It looks as if a tornado swept through your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"My mother taught me how to solve PHYSICS PROBLEMS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"If I yelled becauseI saw a meteor coming toward you, would you listen then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I've told you once, I've told you a million times: Don't Exaggerate!! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me THE CIRCLE OF LIFE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mother taught me about BEHAVIOUR MODIFICATION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stop acting like your father!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;My mother taught me about ENVY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't havewonderful parents like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;******LOVE YOU MUM......YOU ARE THE BEST*******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197944858246217682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCLPTwXVf9I/AAAAAAAAADo/4vntU5OAl2g/s320/botanica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8846360834283318960?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8846360834283318960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8846360834283318960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8846360834283318960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8846360834283318960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='HAPPY MOTHERS DAY.......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCLPTwXVf9I/AAAAAAAAADo/4vntU5OAl2g/s72-c/botanica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1483365144150098857</id><published>2008-05-08T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T17:33:08.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRL OF DREAMS........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCLIiwXVf8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Mjz_GaF7FC0/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197937419362860994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCLIiwXVf8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Mjz_GaF7FC0/s320/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ****HOW I WISH.........hmmmm*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1483365144150098857?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1483365144150098857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1483365144150098857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1483365144150098857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1483365144150098857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/girl-of-dreams.html' title='GIRL OF DREAMS........'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCLIiwXVf8I/AAAAAAAAADg/Mjz_GaF7FC0/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-843383140718459113</id><published>2008-05-07T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:32:49.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRATHOSHAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCE-4g741PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2tOhFRUumt4/s1600-h/siva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197504585596982514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCE-4g741PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2tOhFRUumt4/s320/siva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear All, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PRATHOSHAM" pooja is for Lord Shiva. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In May 2008, Valarpirai Prathosam pooja falls on 03.05.08 saturday and 17.05.08 Saturday. Saturday prathosham is very powerful. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try and go to any Sivan Temple at 4.00pm with a coconut lamp (break one coconut into 2, fill both with GHEE) ...bring to the temple, light in up after the Theeba Aarathanai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do an archanai for your name and natchatiram. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The prayers will be on from 4pm ~ 6pm only. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those who are unable to attend prayers at this time can also do it after 7pm - normal prayer time. But you would miss the Special Abishegam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is believed that attending the SATURDAY PRATHOSHAM will help one to be cleared of all kinds of THOSHAM and Poorva Janma Paavam. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the only two Saturday Prathoshams for the rest of this year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May God Bless You. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-843383140718459113?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/843383140718459113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=843383140718459113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/843383140718459113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/843383140718459113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/05/prathosham.html' title='PRATHOSHAM'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SCE-4g741PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2tOhFRUumt4/s72-c/siva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3326158442511622944</id><published>2008-04-29T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:37:33.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my married and unmarried friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbCGA741JI/AAAAAAAAACk/GjK8s0RHaUU/s1600-h/nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194552628804637842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbCGA741JI/AAAAAAAAACk/GjK8s0RHaUU/s320/nova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy.. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the scene ten years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dew came into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.. But I couldn't help doing so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry.. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I noddedband said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain.. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our lifelacked intimacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever.. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3326158442511622944?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3326158442511622944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3326158442511622944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3326158442511622944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I Ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbC1Q741KI/AAAAAAAAACs/NgQT7W3ODwo/s1600-h/viv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194553440553456802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbC1Q741KI/AAAAAAAAACs/NgQT7W3ODwo/s320/viv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When I Asked God for Brain &amp;amp; Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I Asked God for Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He Showed Me Some Unhappy People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I Asked God for Wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He Showed Me How to Work Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I Asked God for Favors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;When I Asked God for Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He Showed Me How to Help Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Gave Me Everything I Needed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;- Swami Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(BEEN BUSY FOR SOME TIME....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-2451732355104896958?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****I SAW THIS LETTER....STRAIGHT AWAY I KNEW WHO I SHOULD VOTE FOR...IDIOTS....SEE YOU IN HELL ZAINAL ARFIN....**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Click on the image for bigger picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8916041401266803069?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8916041401266803069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8916041401266803069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat Zam bodoh rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Zainuddin kita nak marah al - jazeera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;tapi sendiri tak berpengetahuan,Mungkinkah belajar dari Mara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kerana jawapannya macam ketam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah sayangEh rasuah sayang sayang Eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat parliment rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Parliment kita macam zoo negara,Penuh dengan banyak binatang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ada beruk, monyet dan kera,Kalau pergi sana bawalah kacang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah SayangEh rasuah sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat rempit jauh rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Khari kata rempit sangat terer,Mereka ialah mat cemerlang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Otaknya sekarang entah mana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mungkin nak jadi rempit di longkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah sayang eh rasuah sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat bola kita jauh rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dulu kita main bola peringkat antarabangsa,Sekarang main macam ketam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kalah 5 - 1 kepada Cina,Semalam pula kalah kepada vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah Sayang EhRasuah Sayang Sayang Eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat Indonesia jauh rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasa sayang milik indonesiaMalaysia kata mereka punya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Otak engkau lagu ini milik kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kita punya Rasuah sayang sebenarnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah sayang ehrasuah sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat polis jauh rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bila nak tiba hari rayaPolis kita merata rata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Muka mereka semacam sajaBagi IC dan ringgit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MalaysiaRasuah sayang ehrasuah sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh lihat Pak Lah tidur rasa sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Air di Johor melimpah limpahPak lah beli rumah di Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bila Mahathir kita marah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Dia kata rumah itu orang lain pula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rasuah sayangEh rasuah sayang sayang eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Eh Malaysia hancur rasa sayang sayang eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**********GOT IT IN THE MAIL************&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-4590587355205211836?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/4590587355205211836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=4590587355205211836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4590587355205211836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/4590587355205211836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/rasa-sayang-remix.html' title='RASA SAYANG REMIX...........'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-710045539522253810</id><published>2008-02-15T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:26:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Beng's letter to Ah Lian----VERY TOUCHING---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ah Lian &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks you for your letter. Wrong time no see you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How everything? For me, I am quiet find. You say in your letter your taukeh soh want you to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chain your look? Somemore you must wear kick kok soo, hope you can wok properly. You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;know, Ah Kau Kia working in a soft where company now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last week, he take I, Muthu &amp;amp; few of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his friend to may nonut to eat barger. After that he take we all go to karah ok. Muthu sing and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sing no stop until the sky bright. Next week, my father mother going to sellerbread 20 years &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;annie wear sari. My father mother going to give a fist to all the kampong people. So you must&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come with your hole family. I only hope one day we no need to write and send letter to you and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me. Better I e-meow you, you e-meow me. I will ketchup with you soon. And when you got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time, please few free to call me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goo bye..... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worm regard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Beng &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*******************************GLOSSARY***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wrong---Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chain-Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wok--Work/walk ---I also not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;soft where--software&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;may nonut--Mcdonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;karah ok--Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sellerbread--Celebrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;annie wear sari--anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e-meow ---email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ketchup--catch up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Worm--Warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(got this in the mail.....sempoi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-710045539522253810?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/710045539522253810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=710045539522253810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/710045539522253810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/710045539522253810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/ah-bengs-letter-to-ah-lian-very.html' title='Ah Beng&apos;s letter to Ah Lian----VERY TOUCHING---'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5403697164449542542</id><published>2008-02-14T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:58:55.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R7Qe4RIjHcI/AAAAAAAAACU/gTFXXZcknno/s1600-h/champagne%20roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166788624521567682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R7Qe4RIjHcI/AAAAAAAAACU/gTFXXZcknno/s320/champagne%2520roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R7QdlhIjHbI/AAAAAAAAACM/iUl6pvrCKd0/s1600-h/th_AnimatedRose.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5403697164449542542?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5403697164449542542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5403697164449542542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5403697164449542542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5403697164449542542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R7Qe4RIjHcI/AAAAAAAAACU/gTFXXZcknno/s72-c/champagne%2520roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6760825764986920031</id><published>2008-02-12T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:45:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BROKEBRACK MOUNTAIN.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, 'You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quietly called him over to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Unbutton my blouse and take it off,' she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trembling, he did as she directed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now take off my boots.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did as she asked, ever so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now take off my socks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now take off my skirt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now take off my bra.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked at him and said, 'If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*******NOT MINE....GOT IT IN THE MAIL*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6760825764986920031?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6760825764986920031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6760825764986920031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6760825764986920031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6760825764986920031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/02/brokebrack-mountain.html' title='BROKEBRACK MOUNTAIN.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-3787322190089626048</id><published>2008-01-30T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:46:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOMAN'S PERFECT BREAKFAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's sitting at the table with her gourmet coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Her son is on the cover of the Wheaties box.&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter is on the cover of Business Week.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend is on the cover of Playgirl.&lt;br /&gt;And her husband is on the back of the milk carton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UNDERSTANDING WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;(A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax,&lt;br /&gt;pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root,&lt;br /&gt;and still be afraid of a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MARRIAGE SEMINAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication,&lt;br /&gt;Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor,&lt;br /&gt;“It is essential that husbands and wives know each other’s likes and dislikes.”&lt;br /&gt;He addressed the man,&lt;br /&gt;“Can you name your wife’s favorite flower?”&lt;br /&gt;Tom leaned over, touched his wife’s arm gently and whispered, “It’s Pillsbury, isn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up &amp;amp; down the aisles.&lt;br /&gt;The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him.&lt;br /&gt;He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;She directs him down the correct aisle.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?&lt;br /&gt;He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store&lt;br /&gt;to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco&lt;br /&gt;and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;So, I figure if I have to roll my own, so can she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I figure this guy is the one on the milk carton!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;An earlier discussion had led to an argument and&lt;br /&gt;neither of them wanted to concede their position.&lt;br /&gt;As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,&lt;br /&gt;the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day…&lt;br /&gt;30,000 to a man's 15,000.&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men…&lt;br /&gt;The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be&lt;br /&gt;so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;"The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;&lt;br /&gt;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about who&lt;br /&gt;should brew the coffee each morning.&lt;br /&gt;The wife said, "You should do it because you get up first,&lt;br /&gt;and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.&lt;br /&gt;The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and&lt;br /&gt;you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."&lt;br /&gt;So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEBREWS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home&lt;br /&gt;and were giving each other the silent treatment.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him&lt;br /&gt;at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;"Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.&lt;br /&gt;Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't wakened him,&lt;br /&gt;when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.&lt;br /&gt;The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;***** Got it in the Mail, Sempoi*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-3787322190089626048?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/3787322190089626048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=3787322190089626048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3787322190089626048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/3787322190089626048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/womans-perfect-breakfast-shes-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1730912615844009168</id><published>2008-01-30T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:43:39.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic URL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Go to Google / Yahoo  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Click images &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Type "flowers" or any other word of ur choice whose images u like :-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. You will get a page which is having full of images &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Then delete the URL from the address bar and paste the below script&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; javascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images ; DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i&lt;dil; dis="DI[" position="'absolute';" left="Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5;" top="Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5}R++}setInterval('A()',5);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. See the magic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1730912615844009168?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1730912615844009168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1730912615844009168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1730912615844009168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1730912615844009168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-url.html' title='Magic URL'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6834576560157650799</id><published>2008-01-29T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:49:33.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me at Thaipusam 2004 (PENANG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R58Rm5q2PJI/AAAAAAAAACE/YtZhxS1spBo/s1600-h/2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160863058003115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R58Rm5q2PJI/AAAAAAAAACE/YtZhxS1spBo/s320/2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; It was a surprise find...Found it by chance while surfing the net....Don't i look fierce...Hhhmmmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And no its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT PAINFUL AT ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****image from &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tsechien/thaipusam"&gt;http://www.pbase.com/tsechien/thaipusam&lt;/a&gt;**** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6834576560157650799?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6834576560157650799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6834576560157650799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6834576560157650799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6834576560157650799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-at-thaipusam-2004.html' title='Me at Thaipusam 2004 (PENANG)'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R58Rm5q2PJI/AAAAAAAAACE/YtZhxS1spBo/s72-c/2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6582000033260665254</id><published>2008-01-21T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:22:23.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good News That Is Long Overdue.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R5QB2sZoSnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uwi5n7aO2SA/s1600-h/3030255-Batu_Caves-Kuala_Lumpur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749512389282418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R5QB2sZoSnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uwi5n7aO2SA/s320/3030255-Batu_Caves-Kuala_Lumpur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thaipusam holiday for KL and Putrajaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By JANE RITIKOS and MARTIN CARVALHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Thaipusam will be a public holiday in Kuala Lumpur and Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, who announced this yesterday to more than 20,000 people from the Indian community at MIC’s Gathering with the Prime Minister at the Badminton Stadium in Cheras yesterday, said he had considered the request by the MIC to declare Thaipusam a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We discussed this matter. They said that during Thaipusam there would be traffic jams everywhere in Kuala Lumpur and it is difficult to get to work. So let it be a holiday,” he said to cheers from the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaipusam, which falls on Wednesday, is already a public holiday in Selangor, Penang, Perak, Negri Sembilan and Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd starting cheering and clapping even before he made the announcement. They cheered as soon as he first brought up the subject by relating how the Indian community at the Ponggal event in Bukit Bintang on Saturday night had reacted excitedly when he promised to consider their request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crowd cheered, he said: “Why are you all cheering?” and the people replied: “Cuti! (Holiday).”&lt;br /&gt;“But we must continue to work. When it is a holiday, we have a holiday. But when it is time to work, we must work hard. Promise this, promise this,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;MIC president Datuk Seri S. Samy Vellu thanked Abdullah for the public holiday in Kuala Lumpur and Putrajaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Hindus in Malaysia have been waiting for a long time for such good news, and I hope they will not be disappointed,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told reporters that although a national holiday had not been declared, the MIC was happy with the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added that the party would forward its appeal for the event to be declared a public holiday in Kedah and Malacca to the states’ mentri besar and chief minister respectively.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in his speech at the gathering, Samy Vellu said the MIC had also brought up the Thaipusam holiday request with Deputy Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak and Federal Territories Minister Datuk Seri Zulhasnan Rafique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added that MIC was confident the Indian voters would steadfastly remain with Barisan Nasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let us show to the country that the Indian community fully supports the Prime Minister. We will swim or sink with Barisan,” said Samy who called Abdullah “our leader and the leader for all Malaysians”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samy Vellu admitted that there were still many unresolved grievances within the Indian community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the heart of the problem are many issues related to delivery and implementation by the civil service and local governments,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took to task “certain political forces” trying to weaken Indian representation in the Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**********MIC or HINDRAFF.....U DECIDE ? ? ? ? ?***************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6582000033260665254?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6582000033260665254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6582000033260665254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6582000033260665254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6582000033260665254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-news-that-is-long-overdue.html' title='A Good News That Is Long Overdue.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R5QB2sZoSnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uwi5n7aO2SA/s72-c/3030255-Batu_Caves-Kuala_Lumpur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-8986107760525245599</id><published>2008-01-18T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T12:57:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROTON SAGA.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;apek : itu potong zaka ada bagut ka ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : manyak bagut..bila lu potong haa lu punya barang manyak bersih loo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek :?!! err..saya kawan ada cakap,potong zaka aaahh.. manyak ploblem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : apa probrem ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek :manyak buang lui..lagi aahh..dia punya performance tatak bagut.. manyak cinang semputloh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : cehh.. apek, lu apa celita.. saya suda lama potong.. tada apa problem.. bini saya manyak puas woo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek :lu mini puas sama itu potong zaka ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : ya la.. bila lu potong aahh.. lagi sedap maen woo.. lu lagi lambat pancut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek :???!!! err..lu punya 1.3 atau 1.5 ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : ??!! woi apek cakap baik2 sikit ha.. saya punya 6 incila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek :??! tiu nia ma.. lu jgn maen2 haa.. mana ada potong zaka 6 inci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : cilaka apek ni..nah tengok ( bukak sluar )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek : chee sin punya olang..gua tanya baik2 lu tunjuk lu punya lancau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : abis.. lu tarak percaya..saya tunjuk la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;apek : saya tatak tanya sama lu punya lancau..saya tanya lu pasal itu nasional car.. potong zaka.. molo punya olang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ali : aiya.. apek.. lain kali lu sebut betul2 la..kasi susa saja.. bukan potong zaka la.. proton saga.. cinabeng btulla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***Not my masterpice,got it in the mail***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-8986107760525245599?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/8986107760525245599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=8986107760525245599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8986107760525245599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/8986107760525245599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/proton-saga.html' title='PROTON SAGA.......'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-6173660039378620003</id><published>2008-01-17T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:35:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is The World Coming To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R48EysZoSmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IoJfvhKIbc8/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156345367321135714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R48EysZoSmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IoJfvhKIbc8/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hmmmm.......pity the kids.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-6173660039378620003?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/6173660039378620003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=6173660039378620003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/6173660039378620003'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>How to choose a WIFE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ceritanya begini, suatu hari di Kampung Pandan, Kuala Lumpur,ada seorang ibu yang gusar kerana anak sulung lelakinya tak kawin-kawin lagi, so satu hari, si ibu pon bawakla calon-calon yang dirasakan sesuai untuk menjadi bakal menantunya, dia pun menjemput kesemuanya kedalam rumahnya.Lalu memanggil anak sulong lelakinya untuk memilih kut yang mana-mana dia berkenaan... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CALON PERTAMA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; ciri-ciri : Kulit cerah, rambut ikal mayang, pipi gebu, BUKIT besar..... Pekerjaan : Operator telefon merangkap receptionist Si anak lelaki menolak calon pertama. Siibu bertanya mengapa dia menolak, lalu sianaknya pon berkata: " Ala Mak...nih tak syiioookkkk....dia nih selalu cakap SILA TUNGGU SEBENTAR,TUNGGU SEBENTAR" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CALON KEDUA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ciri-ciri : Kulit sawa matang, mata bulat dan besar,badan 100% bergetah, BUKITnya Just nice Pekerjaan : Setiausaha Lalu sianak lelaki berkata "Nih lagi tak syyiiiooookkkk...asyik-asyik HARAP BERSABAR...BERSABAR" Siibu pon gelisah kerana kebanyakkan calon yang ditunjukkan tidak memenuhi kriteria anak lelakinya... lalu dia pon menjemput calon terakhir...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;CALON TERAKHIR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ciri-ciri : Kulit gelap-gelita,mata sepet sikit, badan 99.99999% bergetah, BUKITnya kurang memuaskan Pekerjaan : Guru. Tanpa segan silu dan memikir panjang lalu si anak lelaki ini bersetuju untuk memilih calon ini. Lalu si ibu pon pening kepala lalu bertanya kepada anak lelakinya mengapa dipilih calon ini. Lalu anaknya pun memberitahu... "Hah! mak nih la syyiookkk sikit...kalau cikgu best sikit..pasal diaselalu cakap ULANG SEKALI LAGI, BUAT BANYAK-BANYAK, SALAH NIH,BUAT MACAM NIH 10 KALI LAGI, TERUSKAN..HAH..TERUSKAN DAH BETUL TUH..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tiba-tiba adik ! lelaki tersebut yang berumur 10 tahun menyampuk plak... "Bang!!!....Konduktor bas mini lagi bagus bang.... Diorang selalu cakap...."NAIK CEPAT,NAIK CEPAT...MASUK,MASUK..... MASUK LAGI, DALAM LAGI...DALAM LAGILAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MASUK BELAKANG....BELAKANG LAGI,LAGI BELAKANG SANA ...BELAKANG BANYAK KOSONG!...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Very the sempoi one..... **** Again,its not my words,got it in the mail****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5264082297722915100?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5264082297722915100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5264082297722915100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5264082297722915100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5264082297722915100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-choose-wife.html' title='How to choose a WIFE....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-625904360336735887</id><published>2008-01-15T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:14:14.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaker 101: How to Heal and Move On After Breaking Someone's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Given the choice, most people say they would much rather break up with someone than get broken up with. But if you've recently initiated a breakup, you know how tough it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you summoned the courage to end your dead-end relationship doesn't mean you're not feeling a little heartache yourself (or experiencing some guilt for causing your ex heartache). But fear not, my brave friend. You are not alone. Following are some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don'ts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that should make moving on that much easier. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Call, email, text or visit your ex in a moment of weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you brought on the breakup, there may still be times when you miss your ex.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you brought on the breakup, there may still be times when you miss your ex. A song might come on the radio that reminds you of them. Something funny will happen and you'll want to share it. Or maybe you're just having a bad day and want to reach out and reconnect.&lt;br /&gt;STOP RIGHT THERE. Missing your ex is one thing. Contacting your ex is a no-no. In fact, reconnecting with your ex is the absolute worst thing you can do right now. So before you have that moment of weakness, remove your ex's number from your cell phone, delete their email address, and take them off your social networking contacts. (Right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do: Ask friends for help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you initiated the breakup, your friends may not know that you're hurting. But if you are, it's important to ask for help, a.k.a. You'll want to choose a least three friends who know you well enough to know when you need comfort versus when you need a kick in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;Your Boo-Hoo Crew should always know (and be able to remind you) why your ex wasn't good for you .Your Boo-Hoo Crew should always know (and be able to remind you) why your ex wasn't good for you then, and why they're definitely not worth pining over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Second-guess your decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a breakup, it's all too easy to second-guess yourself and your choices. Did I do the right thing? Should I have given him/her another chance? Maybe there was more I could do to make it work... The truth is, you can make yourself crazy second-guessing your decision. But what's done is done. You had your reasons, made your decision, and now it's time to accept and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do: See your breakup for what it really is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it right now, but in ending your relationship with the wrong person, you're paving the way to meet the right one. Chances are good that you won't meet Mr. or Ms. Right overnight, but that doesn't mean the breakup was a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;By walking away from that wrong relationship, you're headed towards a life that's more honest and authentic for you.&lt;br /&gt;By walking away from that wrong relationship, you're headed towards a life that's more honest and authentic for you. What better way to eventually attract your perfect partner than by living and loving your own life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't: Badmouth your ex&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of a breakup it's all too easy to badmouth your ex, spilling their dirty little secrets to anyone who will listen. Don't do it. Badmouthing your ex may feel good momentarily, but the fallout from those harmless snarky comments can be detrimental to your healing process, not to mention your dating future. Breakup karma is a bitch you don't want coming after you, so zip the lip and move on with dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do: Become a breakup rock star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of moving on, did you know that you can not only survive your breakup but actually thrive? By applying the lessons you learned from your last relationship, and refining what you want out of life and eventually from your perfect partner, you have the chance to reclaim yourself and become the ultimate breakup rock star. So go ahead, rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;****Not my words,got it in the mail****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-625904360336735887?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/625904360336735887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=625904360336735887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/625904360336735887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/625904360336735887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/heartbreaker-101-how-to-heal-and-move.html' title='Heartbreaker 101: How to Heal and Move On After Breaking Someone&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1024565832593498455</id><published>2008-01-14T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:19:44.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY PONGGAL TO EVERYONE.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s3I8ZoSlI/AAAAAAAAABs/AW7rRuQ1Nzk/s1600-h/pongal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155274825247771218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s3I8ZoSlI/AAAAAAAAABs/AW7rRuQ1Nzk/s320/pongal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1024565832593498455?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024565832593498455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1024565832593498455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1024565832593498455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1024565832593498455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-ponggal-to-everyone.html' title='HAPPY PONGGAL TO EVERYONE.....'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s3I8ZoSlI/AAAAAAAAABs/AW7rRuQ1Nzk/s72-c/pongal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-1064681543002612398</id><published>2008-01-14T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T18:25:01.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fifteen Minutes of Fame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s088ZoSkI/AAAAAAAAABk/2REfDefyZZs/s1600-h/b_p10Hanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155272420066085442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s088ZoSkI/AAAAAAAAABk/2REfDefyZZs/s320/b_p10Hanie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me,second from left and all the beautifull girls. This was on The Star, Friday November 9, 2007 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-1064681543002612398?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/1064681543002612398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=1064681543002612398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1064681543002612398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/1064681543002612398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-fifteen-minutes-of-fame.html' title='My Fifteen Minutes of Fame'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/R4s088ZoSkI/AAAAAAAAABk/2REfDefyZZs/s72-c/b_p10Hanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-5289567628419432901</id><published>2008-01-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:42:03.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 Mistakes Women Make When Having Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Assuming he can get a raging hard on when it suits you. Contrary to popular belief, men can't just flip a switch and get it up because you decided to stop being a frigid bitch. Getting it hard is your job. I suggest you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking that kissing needs to be this sweet romantic thing all the time. Sometimes pressing your lips against your partners mouth while you get off is the hot. It depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leaving him responsible for your orgasm. You know what gets you off. Tell him. If you don't, it's your own fault when he's snoozing and you're all wound up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Expecting him to cuddle. Men and women are wired differently. Sex makes most women want to talk and bond and all that shit. It makes men pass out. It's a biological thing. Stop fighting it, and stop holding it over his head, it's not his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expecting him to fall asleep with you in his arms. That shit is uncomfortable after awhile. A little snuggling isn't unreasonable, but when it's time to actually sleep? An arm draped over you should suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Expecting him to always lay on the charm and romance. Sometimes, that's nice. Sometimes. But expecting him to be all roses and candles all the time is like expecting you to act like a pornstar all the time. If you're not willing to do that, don't expect him to switch for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Being selfish in bed. Regardless of the shit that Cosmo forces down our throats, sex is NOT just about us. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Using Cosmo as a sex bible. I dont know who comes up with half that shit, but I'm pretty sure they need counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Whining when he pushes your head down on his cock instead of stroking your hair. Know why he's pushing, skippy? Because you aren't doing it right, and have apparently ignored the other clues he's given you. Pay attention to the signals that he's sending you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not moving at all. Missionary is not an excuse to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Expecting him to undress himself with any amount of grace. He's about to get some pussy. Be glad he bothered to take his pants all the way off. If it concerns you so much, undress him yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Not shaving your legs. Im pretty bad at this myself. But if you want your guy stubble free, you better get out the razor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Allowing your crotch to resemble the amazon. Yes, waxing hurts. Yes, some people don't want to go bare. Thats fine. If you like bush, great. If you have sensitive skin and can't shave, I feel for you. But for the love of Christ, trim that shit if you want him to spend any time down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Assuming that sex means a relationship. The only relationship you have is that he has now stuck his hoo hoo dilly in your cha cha. That's as far as it goes unless otherwise noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Withholding oral sex just because you're ragging. He didn't do it. Unless you want him to withhold oral sex because he's hormonal, I suggest you get some kneepads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Expecting him to figure out what you like by what noise you make. Use your words. Have you ever actually heard what you sound like while you're having sex? If you heard yourself on tape, and someone asked you to explain what was causing you to make that noise, 67% of women would respond with answers like "I stubbed my toe" "I ran up the steps" or "I was putting up drywall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Leaving condoms up to him. If you're sexually active and insist that he uses a condom, I suggest buying a box and keeping it by your bed. Not all men keep them on them, and it's just as much your responsibility as it is his. If you think that makes you a slut, you shouldn't be having sex anyway. Go back to Jr High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Getting your undies in a bunch when he talks dirty. A little fantasy can be fun. If he treats you with respect all the time, you shouldn't be offended when he calls you his dirty little slut. When he calls you a whore and tells you to come, its his way of showing that he cares if you get off. Stop being a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Refusing to be spontaneous. I know this is shocking, but sometimes sex OUTSIDE of the bedroom is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Dissing quickies because it's not some slow sensual ordeal. Sex is a dynamic thing. Theres an awesome raw energy when you only have 20 minutes but having to have someone so bad that you do it half clothed against the wall. Readjust your thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Being too much of a pussy to tell him what is or isn't acceptable before you start bumping uglies. Be honest. If he asks if he can poke you in the butt, and you giggle and say no like it's an invitation, don't look surprised when he "accidentally" sticks his cock in your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Expecting him to undress you. I put a bra on almost every day. I know for a fact that getting them off isn't always easy. Help a brother out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Undressing in the dark. If youre shy, dim the lights, but give the man something to see. No ripping off the clothes and diving under the covers, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Refusing to get on top. Theres no reason men should have to do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Getting that bored look on your face. Men are more visual than women. Give him something to look at. Get on top and arch your back a little bit. Move. Do something to indicate that you 1) are not dead and 2) didn't suffer a minor stroke rendering you unable to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Expecting him to do all the touching when you're riding him. It's your body, you're used to it. Play with your tits, rub your clit, do something to make his job easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Being too afraid to guide your partner's hand when hes touching you. Don't like the way he's doing it? Gently take his hand and show him how you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Getting into bed, getting naked, fooling around and then deciding that you just want to cuddle, then getting offended when he doesn't. Its your choice to stop, but don't look all fucking surprised when he's confused. You got him naked in your bed, what else did you think was going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Refusing to let him take control. So your a feminist. Big fucking deal. Letting him call the shots doesn't make you any less of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Refusing to take control. Its ok to crawl across a bed to him on all fours, push him down and crawl on top. It's not his responsibility to start things all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Forgetting that he has a body that likes to be touched, too. Men have things like backs and shoulders and stomachs and other parts that are fun to kiss and touch. You miss a lot of good places by concentrating solely on his penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Ignoring his balls. Seriously, they are there. Kiss them, lick them, suck on them, make a relationship with them, just don't ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Leaving him to his own devices. Nothing is worse than a girl who gets you most of the way off and then bolts because she doesn't want to deal with the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Launching into some speech about not being an object for sex when he tries to titty fuck you. Jesus Christ, just push them together and enjoy yourself. You get a great view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Expecting him to handle you like a porcelain doll. I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you're not going to break, sister. So doing it against the wall gives you a bruise on your shoulder. Look at it later and giggle at the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Refusing to try things in the name of "making love". You're not making anything. You are naked. With another person. Making strange faces and weird noises. Stop romanticizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Taking things way too seriously. Sex is funny. Actually it's hilarious. Somewhere along the line, someone is going to fall off of a bed, hit their head on a lighting fixture, accidentally kick a midget or trip over a goat. It's how you deal with it that really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Throwing a bitch fit when he asks for a 3 some. Its the American dream. (I know my ex is reading this right now, so a quick interjection. One request for a 3 some is ok. Every 5 minutes, not so much. Know the difference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Continuing a blow job knowing that you have god awful cotton mouth. Really. Grab a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Nails. Its one thing tracing them up and down your partners back. Its another when you snag the goods with a claw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Bitching when you get jizz on you. You're having sex. That will happen. Thats the entire point of sex. Establish where he can and cant jizz and be done with it. Remember, it tightens the pores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Not making any noises at all. Moan. Scream his name. Something so he knows he's the best you've had, even if he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Faking orgasms. Just. Don't. By faking (IF he believes you) he thinks he's doing everything right. And if he doesn't know its not working, he's not going to change it. Starting a vicious cycle of unfulfilling sex which will eventually be very damaging to his ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Not washing before sex. I know that sex is spontaneous, this is more of a general statement. If you haven't showered that day, and things smell a little...fishy...perhaps demanding oral sex is a little ridiculous of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Anything that involves inserting anything into his body that he has not specifically approved before hand. I don't care what Cosmo says, some things are simply not pleasant surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Refusing to use oils/whipped cream/other messy but fun things because you have 541510630 count Egyptian cotton sheets that were made by hand by the only person alive capable of sewing that pattern. They'll wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Doing all of your before bed things before sex. Yes, sleeping with makeup on is bad. Now is not the time to remove it, you can do that later. And really fucking you with your hair in a ratty scrunchie with acne cream on your nose is not all its cracked up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Cleaning up after sex. Wiping the splooge off is one thing. But changing the sheets immediately so you can get the other ones in the washer and then sanitizing everything your naked body might have possibly passed by is not the way to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Making a big deal out of it if he loses his hard on. This is not an interrogation, or 20 questions. It happens, he's probably mortified and you are NOT helping. Refrain from using phrases like "it happens to every guy". Just move to other activities until it gets hard again, and if it doesn't, get off another way with him. He's still capable of getting you off. Mumbling "Forget it" and rolling over are not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Asking questions right afterwards. The woman equivalent of "was it good for you?". Now is not a good time to ask "What this means". Right now, it means he probably needs to take a drink, a leak and a nap, perhaps not in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GOT THIS IN THE MAIL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT MY CREATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8577943764114085711-5289567628419432901?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/5289567628419432901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=5289567628419432901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5289567628419432901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/5289567628419432901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2008/01/50-mistakes-women-make-when-having-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8577943764114085711.post-7076620780302357363</id><published>2007-12-28T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:54:15.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Begining</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first posting. Purpose of Blog,well,to let off some building presuare and steam...&lt;br /&gt;No one listens to me,by blogging at least i get my 2 cents worth....&lt;br /&gt;Damn frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;With my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With the political situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;To put it simply,WORLD-GONECRAZY......&lt;/p&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/8577943764114085711-7076620780302357363?l=world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/feeds/7076620780302357363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8577943764114085711&amp;postID=7076620780302357363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7076620780302357363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8577943764114085711/posts/default/7076620780302357363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://world-gonecrazy.blogspot.com/2007/12/begining.html' title='The Begining'/><author><name>Nutcase</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18093282960276361324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EGBbBi4DyzA/SBbFMQ741MI/AAAAAAAAAC4/A9AXZZjCP7w/S220/weeping.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
