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/><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQ3w8eyp7ImA9WhRbF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-3508108396770932335</id><published>2012-02-09T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T09:48:02.273+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T09:48:02.273+08:00</app:edited><title>Black faced lady...........</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3508108396770932335/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=3508108396770932335" title="13 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3508108396770932335?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3508108396770932335?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" 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give her RM5000 or more a month, a overseas holiday once or more a year, give her a nice car,let her chill with her friends
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v90cA53r1XG_VXFBv325os2wwfI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/v90cA53r1XG_VXFBv325os2wwfI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/TXuHaPvFt0Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/02/of-fortune-telling-and-finding-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AHQng8cCp7ImA9WhRbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1755233782886198780</id><published>2012-02-01T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:08:53.678+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-01T21:08:53.678+08:00</app:edited><title>The fault of the I Pad 2</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1755233782886198780/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=1755233782886198780" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1755233782886198780?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1755233782886198780?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/AoX-VtWHs2g/it-was-cny-gathering-just-for-family.html" title="The fault of the I Pad 2" /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>21</thr:total><content type="html">It was a CNY gathering just for the family members,hosted by my youngest sister at her twin bungalows on the second day of CNY,my family members comprise my siblings,my nephews and nieces (ages 10 to 23),my brother in laws and the youngest being my nephew's youngest daughter, age 2.It was a fun and meaningful family gathering as far as I was concerned,everything went on fine,until one "funny 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IRVZkwJ7DK1UdvhEMEsGsRnZUWQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/IRVZkwJ7DK1UdvhEMEsGsRnZUWQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/dJAB641BKVA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/of-sex-and-prayer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEACQns-fSp7ImA9WhRUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-6306273481247475795</id><published>2012-01-30T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:06:03.555+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T11:06:03.555+08:00</app:edited><title>After all these years and in her living years...............</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/6306273481247475795/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=6306273481247475795" title="23 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6306273481247475795?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/6306273481247475795?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/HhEdGZQj9KM/after-all-these-years-and-in-her-living.html" title="After all these years and in her living years..............." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DE84so5O9FI/TyX18evSPDI/AAAAAAAABV0/VMMYmTbA93g/s72-c/400103_3113714850892_1505050951_32950907_8610571_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>23</thr:total><content type="html">For the first time after all these years,I mean after all these 46 years of my life,I celebrated CNY with my 74 years old sister,okay she is my half sister.You see it had always been my late father's dream to see his children from the "both sides" to come together and the sad thing was he never got to see it during his living years, so he passed his baton to me,(hahhahahaahah) .May be it has got 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jaBsj1qyFWWNpkS2GC7CInINtSE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jaBsj1qyFWWNpkS2GC7CInINtSE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/HhEdGZQj9KM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/after-all-these-years-and-in-her-living.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EERn08fCp7ImA9WhRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-7807332075758519732</id><published>2012-01-20T09:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:13:27.374+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T10:13:27.374+08:00</app:edited><title>RM1000 Ang Pau</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/7807332075758519732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=7807332075758519732" title="31 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7807332075758519732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/7807332075758519732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/iRjCti0oTIY/rm1000-ang-pau.html" title="RM1000 Ang Pau" /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>31</thr:total><content type="html">I must really share with you guys this,no matter how busy I am today,cos credit must be given to someone who were so nice to me and as I checked with many of my friends, 7 out of 10 said they would not have done what this couple of mother and daughter did for me yesterday.I was so busy yesterday afternoon, running errands and I had to go to the bank to do a urgent transfer via the ATM and to bank
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uciysiRUIO__f7RPKykwzj0zxh4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uciysiRUIO__f7RPKykwzj0zxh4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/BLnYoE6u0A8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-apology.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MAQn0zfyp7ImA9WhRVFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-3939176533133786392</id><published>2012-01-13T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:24:03.387+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T10:24:03.387+08:00</app:edited><title>I need that</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3939176533133786392/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=3939176533133786392" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3939176533133786392?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3939176533133786392?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/NaGcLGmR8tM/i-need-that.html" title="I need that" /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>18</thr:total><content type="html">Don't know why,since the beginning of this year,I am being inundated with some kind of not so good news,particularly on my favorite day of the week "Friday".Somebody called me frantically last night,my phone was off,this morning I saw 11 missed calls, I called back and a somebody asking me to be prepared for that "somebody" shared with me that I would be "taken out" ..............................
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uVCSlxIGAJLxMhCD8_yto4C6lBI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uVCSlxIGAJLxMhCD8_yto4C6lBI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/NaGcLGmR8tM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-need-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMQ3g6eSp7ImA9WhRVEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-1932858512062367404</id><published>2012-01-11T10:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:13:02.611+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T11:13:02.611+08:00</app:edited><title>Man or man,this I shall refrain..........</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/1932858512062367404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=1932858512062367404" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1932858512062367404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/1932858512062367404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/PcyFWnfJ7VA/i-am-not-less-mantherefore-i-refrain.html" title="Man or man,this I shall refrain.........." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>19</thr:total><content type="html">Please don't laugh at me with what I am about to share,simply because I have never said that I am the best of man,neither have I ever said that I won't go "thinking side way a bit" when I see some sexy ladies.........................Two evenings ago, I was running in the vicinity of my house,I ran and I ran and my run took me to one place,I looked up,that was this massage parlor,a friend told me 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KxVVQR9Gq-doI_ebJUWTzJPdwU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6KxVVQR9Gq-doI_ebJUWTzJPdwU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/ap2qFEAfaBc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2012/01/jovialsodomy-and-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4NRnkyfCp7ImA9WhRVEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-3558485842383617631</id><published>2012-01-09T10:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:43:17.794+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T10:43:17.794+08:00</app:edited><title>I am not a poltician...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3558485842383617631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=3558485842383617631" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3558485842383617631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3558485842383617631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/LxgXbq6eGps/i-am-not-poltician.html" title="I am not a poltician..." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>12</thr:total><content type="html">I am not a politician but I must tell you this, politic is affecting and will be forever affecting not just you but our children for generations to come,so if you think you should wish to remain political ignorant or political impotent,please think of our children.I can whine,murmur or complain about our current gomen is but if I am not going to do something with the most fundamental "RIGHT" that
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GNO8fCBGjomKdaPBacxKX6uHvo4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GNO8fCBGjomKdaPBacxKX6uHvo4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BoldTalk/~4/x0ruwBwGICw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/2011/12/lord-small-request-before-year-ends.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHSHw4eyp7ImA9WhRWEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478579008798883580.post-3711380223519529558</id><published>2011-12-29T13:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T17:05:39.233+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T17:05:39.233+08:00</app:edited><title>Feng Shui Tips 2012...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bold-talk.blogspot.com/feeds/3711380223519529558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478579008798883580&amp;postID=3711380223519529558" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3711380223519529558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478579008798883580/posts/default/3711380223519529558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BoldTalk/~3/VL-83FQ6dcM/feng-shui-tips-2012.html" title="Feng Shui Tips 2012..." /><author><name>eugene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05232858719879449643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="18" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lADiPeKnp9c/TRmKJwmNjtI/AAAAAAAAA5c/stzYThA1VJc/S220/163988_484357780899_541360899_5588927_5634464_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>16</thr:total><content type="html">Okay, cut the nonsense, I am not into Feng Shui but in actual fact I was just thinking,if Feng Shui was the subject of  science, then the human mind or brain must be the greatest subject of  all Sciences,right?So comes year 2012, let us send out the good vibes,thus we shall receive good tidings all year round and I'd come out with my own Tips to stay healthy,joyful and wealthy in 2012.1)Please 
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