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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;CUUGRH0_fCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068063451146353547</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:20:25.344-08:00</updated><category term="girl" /><category term="video" /><category term="women" /><category term="paramore" /><category term="funny" /><category term="date" /><category term="love" /><category term="health" /><category term="disorder" /><category term="dating tip" /><title>Life is Complicated, that's how it is.</title><subtitle type="html">Jackie arana talking about what she thinks what she knows and her interest and like.This blog also talks about what she knows about SEO and WEB GRAPHICS and DESIGNS</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://jackiearana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://jackiearana.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Jackie Arana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03545777045871777726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="14" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0H3W_JdZ0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Th3qPKAVBds/S220/1.bmp" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</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/LifeIsComplicatedThatsHowItIs" /><feedburner:info uri="lifeiscomplicatedthatshowitis" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04HRXYyeip7ImA9WxBRF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068063451146353547.post-8861368082972215209</id><published>2010-01-06T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:32:14.892-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-06T07:32:14.892-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="date" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating tip" /><title>MESSAGES YOUR BODY SEND TO A GUY</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may not even realize all the messages your body language sends to a guy -- before you even speak to him. Read our quick guide to body language signals, and next time you spot a cute guy, you'll know exactly how to say "Hello, there" without uttering a single word.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0RNN-hX-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NcTa5pMFvVQ/s1600-h/2580558040_da21eccd10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0RNN-hX-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/NcTa5pMFvVQ/s200/2580558040_da21eccd10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smiling coyly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;"If you smile subtly -- without showing your teeth -- while your eyes are slightly narrowed, you're telling a guy that you want to get to know him better. This signal is best used when you first meet someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Catching his eye and holding it for a couple of seconds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This is the most powerful weapon in your body-language-flirting arsenal. "If you hold his gaze for just a half second longer than the usual split-second gaze, and then you look down and back at him, it tells the guy that you've considered him and you like what you see. Try this move in a crowded bar or at a party.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Fixing your hair or your outfit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We do this when we're aware that we're being watched and we want to make sure we look our best. Grooming gestures like these let him know that you've noticed he has checked you out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Brushing his arm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a boundary-testing touch. "Men see this as the first gesture to physical intimacy. "You are inviting him to reciprocate and touch you in a similar way."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0RTcD5SDsI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy4HnAFPFZM/s1600-h/3858011191_061c50f221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0RTcD5SDsI/AAAAAAAAADA/Cy4HnAFPFZM/s200/3858011191_061c50f221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Interacting with other people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Playing with a friend's hair or touching a friend's arm while you talk to him acts as a representation of how you touch. "These gestures tell a man that either he can be the recipient of your touching or he could be the one touching you in that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Looking away as you kiss, hug, or greet him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you look around the room, at the door, or even at another guy when you say hello to a man, it tells him that you're not that into him. "You may even be on the lookout for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Mimicking his movements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Making subtle tweaks to mirror his movements shows him that you two are on the same page," says James. Mirroring his movements may sound awkward or too obvious, but something as subtle as holding your drink at the same height as his is all it takes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Folding your arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Classically, people see this is a barrier gesture that repels people. There are two different versions, each with its own meaning. "If your arms are folded in a self-hug, so that your hands touch your rib cage, it can imply that you're feeling insecure or bored. "If your arms are folded so that your hands are on your biceps, you're telling him that you're not interested in talking."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Making steady eye contact when he's talking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Giving him 100-percent eye contact when he's talking, while also nodding to show that you're listening, tells him that you value what he has to say. But you should look away briefly when you're talking. "Too much prolonged eye contact when you speak can look intimidating or even dishonest."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-yahoo-&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've learn that ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M20bJaMjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uzGZHOiT_9Y/s1600-h/zoo-zooscopy-worms-man.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M20bJaMjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uzGZHOiT_9Y/s200/zoo-zooscopy-worms-man.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZOO SADISM&lt;/b&gt; is one of mental disorder the term was coined by Ernest Borneman it refers to pleasure or sexual pleasure derived from cruelty to animals.The article says that when ever you saw or notice a child who is cruel to animals their will be a possibility he/she will be serial killer in the future.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M4VVKe_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/thEwonu5pWM/s1600-h/vangoughpublicdomapn-full-tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M4VVKe_HI/AAAAAAAAACY/thEwonu5pWM/s200/vangoughpublicdomapn-full-tm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCHIZOTYPAL PERSONALITY DISORDER&lt;/b&gt; personality disorder is one of a group of conditions called eccentric personality disorders. People with these disorders often appear odd or peculiar. They might display unusual thinking patterns, behaviors, or appearances.People having this kind of disorder might might have odd beliefs or superstitions. These individuals are unable to form close relationships and tend to distort reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M7jqac0dI/AAAAAAAAACo/fAOkC0CV6s4/s1600-h/574babf26e16cf06.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M7jqac0dI/AAAAAAAAACo/fAOkC0CV6s4/s320/574babf26e16cf06.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUTASSASSINOPHILIA&lt;/b&gt; is a mental disorder the person need to be on a great danger to become sexually aroused.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;TELEPHONICOPHILIA&lt;/b&gt; a person with this kind of disorder is obscene with phone call. Where the caller receives&amp;nbsp; a sexual pleasure by&amp;nbsp; delivering sexual of foul language to an unknown called party.Mostly common to stalkers.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M9RqcJzZI/AAAAAAAAACw/wVREthyE8j4/s1600-h/09-07-frotteurism-tm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A99FZg8rlh8/S0M9RqcJzZI/AAAAAAAAACw/wVREthyE8j4/s200/09-07-frotteurism-tm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; FROTTEURISM&lt;/b&gt; a person with this diorder like to touch hisr genitals area. He also like to rub his &lt;/span&gt;pelvis or erect penis, against a non-consenting person for sexual gratification.A person who practices frotteurism is known as a frotteur. Majority of&amp;nbsp; men has this kind of disorder and most of the victims are women.In our dialect mga manyakis or pervert most common ni n disorder sa mga Japanese.(peace to all Japanese&amp;nbsp; just relating in based on what I've just read and saw in amine movies)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;DEREALIZATION&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;The feeling that things in one's surroundings are strange, unreal, or somehow altered, as seen in schizophrenia. Hallucination in short.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanna share my fav band ever.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PARAMORE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;is an American rock band that formed in Franklin, Tennessee in 2004&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;vocalist: &lt;b&gt;Hayley Nichole Williams&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bass guitar: &lt;b&gt;Jeremy Clayton Davis&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lead guitar: &lt;b&gt;Josh Farro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;drums:&lt;b&gt; Zac Farro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rhythm guitar: &lt;b&gt;Taylor York &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="litem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Girls must fight against sleaze who try to pick you up. Here are some ridiculous pick up lines for rejection..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span class="litem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pickup Lines 1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.applearana.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZmVjQoKCCEAAEOcR3o1/flattery-pick-up-lines-tm.jpg?et=EpzuYvWL3tAuLBFEs%2CCE5w&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man: “&lt;/strong&gt;Hi, I’m a millionaire!”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; “Hi, I work for the IRS.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; So what do you do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Female impersonator.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span id="more-5233"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; So, wanna go back to my place?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, I don’t know. Will two people fit under a rock?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, baby, what’s your sign?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; For the first half of it, I probably wasn’t born yet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="litem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pickup Lines 6-10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignright" src="http://images.applearana.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZmVQgoKCCEAADk2Dn81/pickup1-tm.jpg?et=zKv%2BA0tLjmGXzC6EAqbcfw&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, come on, we’re both here at this bar for the same reason&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! To pick up some chicks!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Haven’t we met before?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I’m the receptionist at the V.D. Clinic&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; I’d like to call you. What’s your number?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; It’s in the phone book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; But I don’t know your name.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s in the phone book too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; “I’d really like to get into your pants.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; “No thanks. There’s already one asshole in there..”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; “How do you like your eggs in the morning?”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; “Unfertilized.”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="litem"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But wait - something for the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="litem"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignleft" src="http://images.applearana.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SZmU7QoKCCEAACdnT0I1/pickup3-tm.jpg?et=yyAGBVkeNKKquAqBbj%2C6LQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You didn’t think you would get away that easily did you ladies? Here are 7 rebuttals for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Haven’t I seen you someplace before?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, that’s why I don’t go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Really? I heard it was because everyone there thinks you’re a fat skunk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Probably because you’d be on your knees greeting my crotch. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Your place or mine?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Both. You go to yours, and I’ll go to mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; That’s cool, ’cause after I’m done sleeping with you in the back of my car, I don’t give a crap where you go. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; How do you like your eggs in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; Unfertilized.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem, I can always withdraw onto your face. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you want to dance?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; No!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; I think you misheard me. I said you look fat in those pants. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; If I could see you naked, I’d die happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Woman:&lt;/strong&gt; If I saw you naked, I’d probably die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Man:&lt;/strong&gt; That works for me… as long as you’re still warm when I do you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1068063451146353547-1813069288320080961?l=jackiearana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;One of the most relevant conflicts that define the very nature of our humanity is the constant struggle between our reason and our emotions. Many philosophical works have been written through the centuries trying to discern how these two aspects of our mind come into play to define human thinking. Yet, as of today, we still know very little about the way our mind works. If reason is the logical use of our mental faculties, something that is arguably exclusive to humans, then it is thanks to this aspect that we have developed as a superior species and have erected our grand civilization throughout time. But it would be foolish to limit human thinking and acting as only out of rationalization, because emotions constantly play a big part in the way we act. So, if emotion is a more primordial aspect of our minds, then how could we claim to be rational beings? What if you’re driven by your emotions? What if you’re too cold and rational about life? How could we find a true understanding of our minds without falling to the whims of one aspect or the other?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;This antagonism is actually deeper than it seems, because it is thanks to this conflict that we have come to wonder about more mystifying aspects of life. What is love? Is it a completely emotional and biological process, or does something else, such as reason, come into play when we decide to be with someone for the rest of our lives? Is religion an emotional urge of some sort, or is it derived from our reasoning of something which may exist beyond us? What are the limits of the power of the mind as it perceives and shapes reality? What is ‘real’? Does the soul exist? What is God? Are we really able to answer these questions when we know so little about how our very minds work? Scientists, philosophers, priests, and even you and I are looking for answers to these questions, and as long as they remain unanswered, our reason and our emotion will keep on struggling in order to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Attila the Hun was known for his fugal eating and drinking habit. during his wedding day he over indulge his self to food and drink.After retiring for the evening, his nose started to bleed. Too drunk to notice, it continued to bleed, ultimately drowning him in his own blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh diba?..tanga kau na pagka matay noh? mao mga palahubog yaw jud mo sudog ani ha?...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dah gaba niya... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Precautions is better than cure..... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who like to drink cold water please be aware that&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;drinking cold water after a meal will be dangerous and you'll be prone to have cancer..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on what I have read on the net the cold water will solidify the&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oily stuff that you have just consumed.Then it will slow down the digestion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then&amp;nbsp;once this "sludge" reacted with the acid, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It will line the intestine. very soon,and &amp;nbsp;this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The article&amp;nbsp;also says&amp;nbsp;that, it is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal than&amp;nbsp;cold water.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been dreaming of you i've&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been wishing to hold your hands&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been waiting to touch your lips in mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now that we are together yes,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;all those fantacies came true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yes, iam happy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but for those times that we are together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;all you've done was to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;make me feel inscure&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;make me feel so down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;all you've done was.. make my life MISRABLE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is not having something that you want...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is not the achievements that you got...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it is not how much money that you have...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it is when you know GOD...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and make Him the center of your Life... &lt;br /&gt;
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