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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CR3o_eyp7ImA9WhRWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961553771523437371</id><updated>2011-12-29T07:02:46.443-08:00</updated><title>Epitome of a Liar</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>tadjock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SSwA8ClonwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T8idvfMrQk8/S220/ako.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EpitomeOfALiar" /><feedburner:info uri="epitomeofaliar" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CRn07eCp7ImA9WxRaFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961553771523437371.post-8245224412918117677</id><published>2008-12-19T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:02:47.300-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-19T07:02:47.300-08:00</app:edited><title>how to tell when someone is lying</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SUuAJlR4SaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nNxzI5Hza2w/s1600-h/liedetector.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SUuAJlR4SaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nNxzI5Hza2w/s320/liedetector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281455890136320418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to detect if a person speaks the truth, except if you have a knowledge  on &lt;a href="http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/"&gt;how to tell when someone is lying&lt;/a&gt; through the body movements of a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a lot of people today used to lie to their acquaintances just to profit on their side. But it's easy how to tell someone is lying if you know how to notice them through their body movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, without a doubt, can easily be faked to indicate an intent and we can never disagree to this. right? Faked words are made for other people for them to assume on what you want them to know. If you want to know how to tell when someone is lying, then you might notice them through non-verbal proof on whether the person is telling truth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider these three tips on how to tell when someone is lying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how to tell when someone is lying if the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;person talks too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically one of the easiest way to catch a liar is on the way they speak. Generally, we have a common tempo/speed on the way we speak during conversations, except when we are disturbed about a particular subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the person is being talkative and it seemed that it is not the usual appearance, the person might  be telling a lie. The explanation for this is that liars feels uneasy when there is a quiet minute in between of a conversation that they are trying to stay away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, a liar is focused about one subject matter; then suddenly when there is a moment of silence in between the conversation or a delicate subject matter is being brought up, they babble and aimlessly comes up with another topic in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. how to tell someone is lying through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye to eye contact&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fundamental form of conversation is through eye contact. You can point up the message by looking into the eye of a person you are talking to. In fact, you can easily tell what's in someone's mind just by staring into their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liar is preventing an eye contact when talking directly to you. Even for those people who perceive lying as an art, although they practice this art they also find it hard to discipline their eyes from staring anywhere while in the middle of  a conversation. This attests that they might be keeping something from you that they don't want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. how to tell when someone is lying through their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unnecessary gestures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a liar is confronted with any topic that has an issue, certainly, they make unnecessary gestures. Usually, worried liars begin to rub their hands, set their hair or stroke their nose even their is no need of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that a liar's face turned reddish while thinking fast of their alibies, and also they sweat a lot (even on airconditioned rooms.. lol), they are certainly worried about something. These gestures might help you figure out that their is something wrong with the scene.&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/7961553771523437371-8245224412918117677?l=hatemylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is perpetually "break-up" after "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;". For nearly all of us, it appears unavoidable nowadays. Time is the only question. Some lovers ended the relationship after few months, some even break-up after many years. What about other couples out there? Do you think that you are near to break-ups? Ask yourselves and try to find out if the connection between&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and your partner is on boundary now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt; we have to really know when &lt;a href="http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/"&gt;break-up&lt;/a&gt; is in appropriate time? Notice that: at first you enjoy being with him/her, is the feeling ide&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;ical to the first feeling? OR you just want to have more of your own time and wanted to be more with your buddies: at first you have never &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt; single word that might cause heartache to your partner, what about now? are you as cautious in choosing words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are ju&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t a bit of signs that will bring y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u to delicate changes that were taking place in the so called "affair". Notice these changes and try to find out fo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; yourself that if you are falling into this unavoidable break up. Ask yourself about your care, love, relationship and the desi&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e to be with each other. Small questions will bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou signs about big changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up really hurts bad. But you can not avoid existing after a break-up. No break-up is likable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:|&lt;br /&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/7961553771523437371-3760954284816240954?l=hatemylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VGuqsyX-UwENBOJ9lntitCCufbk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VGuqsyX-UwENBOJ9lntitCCufbk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/EpitomeOfALiar/~4/P33hgNT-eTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961553771523437371/posts/default/469464344685534759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7961553771523437371/posts/default/469464344685534759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/EpitomeOfALiar/~3/P33hgNT-eTM/drop-all-doubts.html" title="drop all doubts" /><author><name>tadjock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SSwA8ClonwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/T8idvfMrQk8/S220/ako.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SOy49Oel_qI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZRGT4TiJ1w/s72-c/doubts.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/2008/10/drop-all-doubts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBSHc6eyp7ImA9WxRaFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7961553771523437371.post-1560390906140223307</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:52:39.913-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-16T06:52:39.913-08:00</app:edited><title>truth really bites... rawr</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SOr0YUqx0TI/AAAAAAAAACY/cXRBT4K5fw4/s1600-h/liar.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fZWw2Qvtg54/SOr0YUqx0TI/AAAAAAAAACY/cXRBT4K5fw4/s320/liar.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254280613983277362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been actually seen that the reality always hurt, even it is not really meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have concluded that why humans get very affected when they knew all about the truth. Of course, everyone is not the same, but more about 65% of humans seems to be affected with a sharp resentment when some cause to differ from a conflicting points of view. This ineradicable occurs on the Inet and not on a person with an antagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is more painful, hearing truth or &lt;a href="http://hatemylie.blogspot.com/"&gt;being lied&lt;/a&gt;? It is known that some people do not want to speak about the whole damn truth, because they knew that they will hurt the feelings, but is it better left unsaid? Untimately, reality will always surface over time but would it be you to tell an acquaintance? Even that you realize by telling someone the truth might be a source of a point often heated discussion in the relationship you had with the person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7961553771523437371-1560390906140223307?l=hatemylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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