<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 08:44:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>my little mermaid</category><category>little mermaid</category><category>beloved wife</category><category>blazing pink</category><category>disclaimer</category><category>kah kah kah</category><category>love</category><category>mrs mermaid</category><category>penang</category><category>831</category><category>a248.e.akamai.net</category><category>about page</category><category>addict</category><category>aging hippie</category><category>aku cintakan 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isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-6683147441832935573</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T02:31:09.915+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beloved wife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">body odour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cough</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eye operation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fever</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical check up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">penang</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recuperating</category><title>Day Five</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest development: MIL has successfully going through an operation on her eye and recuperated at her youngest daughter's mansion somewhere in Penang. She seem to be happy over there especially she was being attended by a couple of high ranking doctors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling that she wanna overstay and be pampered by her specialist daughter and her beloved son-in-law, another specialist! Frankly, I'm not happy with the presence situation especially when I got to know my dearest wife was not feeling well. Even though she tried to hide her fever and coughing from me, but I was able to detect her discomforted well-being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? I'm her Hubby and I know my soul partner very well indeed. She knows I would be worried and she really does not want to trouble me unnecessarily. No matter how hard she tried to hide it from me, eventually I came to know about her condition especially when I realized how hard she tried to avoid from talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on sending me text messages which was very unusual. Like me, she wouldn't missed the chance to have a conversation via our hand-phone as regularly as possible. Deep inside me, I felt there's something amiss somewhere. Upon hearing her voice when she took my call, it confirmed my suspicion. I know she's not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm  starting to worry. I kept on asking her when she's coming home, persuaded her to go to the hospital, gave herself medical check-up at a clinic and asking a thousand and one other questions. In other words, I felt unhappy and I felt so sad. I want my precious wife to be with me. I want to take good care of her like I used to do whenever she was sick and not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I miss her so much, very very much indeed! In fact I had readied myself to go to be with her in Penang, but after a lengthy conversations she has managed to convince me that everything gonna be alright. She has decided to get back home tomorrow even though she has to leave my MIL with her favourite daughter and beloved son-in-law if needed. I'm sure my MIL will be well taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been only five days we were not together, but I felt it was the longest five insufferable days! It's okay during the day, but when the night took over life became intolerable indeed. When it was time to go to bed, I would take her place which is always on my left hand side. Then I would use her blanket to cover myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the reason why a crying kid was given something that belong to her mother to hold? Same thing happened to me. When I took her place on our marital bed, using her pillows and blanket I got to smell my beloved wife body's odour, so sweet it soothed and making me felt so calm as if I was holding her close to me like we used to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/eye+operation" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/eye+operation?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;eye operation&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/beloved+wife" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/beloved+wife?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;beloved wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/body+odour" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/body+odour?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;body odour&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cough" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/cough?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;cough&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fever" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/fever?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;fever&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/medical+check+up" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/medical+check+up?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;medical check up&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/penang" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/penang?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;penang&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/recuperating" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/recuperating?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;recuperating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-five.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-2228496045014083390</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T13:04:54.163+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arahman7</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">facebook</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">in absentia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mek yam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">penang</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pink floyd</category><title>In Absentia</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Today is the fourth day I'm alone in the house. Frankly, life is not the same without my beloved wife. I felt there's something missing. And I've even posted something about it on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ArahMan7" title="ArahMan7 in Facebook" target="_blank"&gt;FaceBook.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, my Darling together with her eldest sister and my mother-in-law (MIL) went up to Penang. MIL was having an operation on her eye and I was left behind to care of the house in their absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would sit in front of my PC YMing with a few close friend while on the background Pink Floyd played beautiful music to my ears. Mek Yam said something about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt; and I have to agree with her. Now I'm just like a teenager who have stumble into a thing called love. Yeah, I'm still in love with my Dearie. It was just like during those days when I was wooing her with my undying loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this kind of feeling. You know the kind when you're in love and you have someone who love you back even more. Many of my friends and relatives said I'm one lucky guy and I tend to agree with them. I never thought I could rise up again after what I did and done. Thank God my Cherry-Pie came along and pick me up. As the Longgeng's folks used to say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the rest is history&lt;/span&gt;. And I am grateful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/arahman7" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/arahman7?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;arahman7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/facebook" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/facebook?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/in+absentia" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/in+absentia?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;in absentia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mek+yam" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/mek+yam?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;mek yam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/penang" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/penang?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;penang&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pink+floyd" rel="tag" target="_blank" onmouseover="this.href='http://technorati.com/tag/pink+floyd?user=ArahMan7'"&gt;pink floyd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-absentia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-8158078040204473265</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 04:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:19:35.242+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">addict</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">disclaimer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living in fantasy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">making love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage destroyer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wreak havoc</category><title>The Marriage Destroyer</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Wreaking Havoc&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some readers have been asking me whether what I wrote is true and how could I be so mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm getting tired answering every inquiries, I would like them to refer them to this blog's &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/disclaimer.html" target="_blank"&gt;disclaimer.&lt;/a&gt; I hope by reading the disclaimer it will stop any questioning hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that has been taken of. Now let's get on with the rest of the story. As a precaution, whatever you gonna read please remember the &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/disclaimer.html" target="_blank"&gt;DISCLAIMER,&lt;/a&gt; kah kah kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I'm still wondering, why did the fake Little Mermaid was so mad at me and vowed to wreak havoc upon my life. I really don't mind if it was me she was after, but the morning she picked up her mobile to call my beloved wife, she has unwisely declaring &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;war&lt;/span&gt; with me. She has no other purpose than to destroy my sacred marriage. Maybe she thought after calling my honey-pie, my dear wife will turn on me with vengeance for having an affair behind her back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, she has no idea who is my sweet little wife? My sweetheart is never anything like the fake Little Mermaid. She got class unlike the Marriage Destroyer who would shout, attacked and scratching her victim with her long fingernails without asking first. Always staying true with her motto, scratch first, questions later! Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me pictures several scenario for the Marriage Destroyer to ponder;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Was it my mistake when you finally ends up marrying an addict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Was it my mistake again for you being so choosy and ends up marrying the wrong guy whereas you had so many suitors? The one who took your virgin and taught you all the arts of f@#$%&amp;*! Oops, let us be discreet here. The arts of making love. That's much better, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then there was your swimming student. After every swimming session, both of you would take a bath together, washing each other body and so forth. Let not get into every details coz I'm sure you can reviewed the scene very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. There was many others which will take several pages to list out all of their names. Yeah I know, like you always mentioned they were all very eligible, very wealthy, handsome and who treated you like a princess (your claimed, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. But please bear in mind Marriage Destroyer, all those guys you proudly mentioned happened to come to your life about ten years ago when you were in your early twenties. You've been living in a world of fantasy. Please come back to earth coz all of them are married now. They have their own life and families. Or do you intent to wreak havoc to their married life too like you did to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Enough is enough. Go on and take care of your husband. No matter how bad he was, he is still your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/addict" rel="tag"&gt;addict&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/disclaimer" rel="tag"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/living+in+fantasy" rel="tag"&gt;living in fantasy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/making+love" rel="tag"&gt;making love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/marriage+destroyer" rel="tag"&gt;marriage destroyer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wreak+havoc" rel="tag"&gt;wreak havoc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Filed in del.icio.us: &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/addict," rel="tag"&gt;addict,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/disclaimer," rel="tag"&gt;disclaimer,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/living" rel="tag"&gt;living&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/in" rel="tag"&gt;in&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/fantasy," rel="tag"&gt;fantasy,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/making" rel="tag"&gt;making&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/love," rel="tag"&gt;love,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/marriage" rel="tag"&gt;marriage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/destroyer," rel="tag"&gt;destroyer,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/wreak" rel="tag"&gt;wreak&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/havoc," rel="tag"&gt;havoc,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/clearliconfused/" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage-destroyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-9060968823504035984</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:29:22.482+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">erotica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kah kah kah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">plus another year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sit on it</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">text message</category><title>+ Another Year</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ut of the blue, I received a text message from dear old auntie, Mrs. Mermaid. I guess she just wanted to remind me that her age has been added another year (like I care). Well, if she expect anything from me I would just tell her to keep on dreaming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she want anything at all, why don't she asked it from her man or any of her many boyfriends? Who knows, your man will give her better presents than last year. Last year she received a very tight slapped on the face and a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;foot&lt;/span&gt; on her stomach as her birthday's presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her good luck for this year birthday's presents. Please, I don't wish anything bad to happen to her. Sincerely I wish her good luck and I hope she has filled-up the first-aid's box with medical paraphernalia. At least it will temporary stopped the bleeding or covered any black-eye(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually that was nothing to Mrs. Mermaid. She once told me that she love to get into a beating session with her man. She really enjoyed it when the going get rough. I guess it got to do with that thing called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bondage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I know what you guys and gals are thinking? Let it rest for now or just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sit on it&lt;/span&gt;. I don't want to go any further coz I'm afraid Mr. Google will think this is an erotica's blog. Maybe I shall publish about her encountered with her man (wedding night) and others (deflowered etc) some other time, but for now it will be for my reading pleasure only, kah! kah! kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/birthday+presents" rel="tag"&gt;birthday presents&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/black+eye" rel="tag"&gt;black eye&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/bondage" rel="tag"&gt;bondage&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/deflower" rel="tag"&gt;deflower&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/erotica" rel="tag"&gt;erotica&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kah+kah+kah" rel="tag"&gt;kah kah kah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/keep+on+dreaming" rel="tag"&gt;keep on dreaming&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/plus+another+year" rel="tag"&gt;plus another year&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sit+on+it" rel="tag"&gt;sit on it&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/text+message" rel="tag"&gt;text message&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wedding+night" rel="tag"&gt;wedding night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-7362507414792967143</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Nov 2008 06:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:30:15.058+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging hippie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freedom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jail</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kah kah kah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lovers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pecah berita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prison</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">roti canai</category><title>Welcome Back</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;It's all about freedom&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ee! I've totally forgotten about November the 8th (yesterday) until I received a text message from dear Mrs. Mermaid about her man. I'm sure yesterday (November the 8th) was the day Mrs. Mermaid has been waiting for. Ten long months Mrs. Mermaid has been left dry without her man, kah! kah! kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5kqWZ85aiyT0oGr2drRtPNd5VVTh8DGvRZ-he78xi-PgU-zhPaDvcrg1VjmS3UCoBaFWrEg_nwsWwAYUkjIdOSQWmgDEcnzB0De11El6ERs0nWTjRzFjwCbGRwFYgkMcHtWYerOuZgY/s1600-h/prison-view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5kqWZ85aiyT0oGr2drRtPNd5VVTh8DGvRZ-he78xi-PgU-zhPaDvcrg1VjmS3UCoBaFWrEg_nwsWwAYUkjIdOSQWmgDEcnzB0De11El6ERs0nWTjRzFjwCbGRwFYgkMcHtWYerOuZgY/s400/prison-view.jpg" alt="Inside a cell" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266087322849736482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate November the 8th, Mrs. Mermaid has been doing a lot of preparations for the past 6 months. Don't want to spoil the day, do you Mrs. Mermaid? The house has been renovated to make it bigger and chic. It's okay, your trust fund won't make a dent at all. After all, your trust fund is for your man, isn't it? I can hear Mr. Stewart singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some Guy Have All The Luck,"&lt;/span&gt; somewhere out there. Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Mama don't want to be left behind for the celebration too, or so I've been told. A new company using their most beloved &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;sil's name has been set up, making Mr. Mermaid the new CEO of the family's vast businesses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecah Berita&lt;/span&gt; (Breaking News): Just received this message. Mr. Mermaid will head the thriving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti canai&lt;/span&gt; new business venture - franchising &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;roti canai!&lt;/span&gt; Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZgSaGpC_gwDJK8YIxrzP857aCX_-844UpdwtgwbGY5NUB9rAi9qOAYmPtEKh4kTEBv7JjZbMtbWlryRXrL63kHugPY9sTv5VeuMTHIq0vQfPaEzijvxbwiItP2YsYd-rf-9MxnftwYU/s1600-h/jail_hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZgSaGpC_gwDJK8YIxrzP857aCX_-844UpdwtgwbGY5NUB9rAi9qOAYmPtEKh4kTEBv7JjZbMtbWlryRXrL63kHugPY9sTv5VeuMTHIq0vQfPaEzijvxbwiItP2YsYd-rf-9MxnftwYU/s400/jail_hands.JPG" alt="Life surrounded by iron bars" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266087319928247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm impressed! The house has not only became larger and chic, the marital bedroom has it own much bigger bathroom too. Seemed like Mrs. Mermaid has anticipate everything so as to make her man live in comfort. If I were granted permission, I would suggest putting a bed as well. I'm sure the bathroom will be your man's sanctuary because he will be spending more time in there anyway, kah kah kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit, you're 101% right. Believe me I'm with you when you said if your man doesn't love you he won't give a damn about you at all. Despite your claimed, I would like to suggest to fill up your first-aid's box with bandages and medical what-not medicine. At least it can temporary stopped the bleeding or whatever from all the 'loves' shown by your man! Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRi92iNaHrOPptXLef_ko0UTu7jjtFjHydo9xUijMnFMB4uwFD3hHArXFWH_1ErkTNBr6WbuWbxPrBhAovse0KztPltjoFAM78CnP2ur8iR7IzWC-p3QqIo36NFdNbDze0LsJ5haL4MDs/s1600-h/inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRi92iNaHrOPptXLef_ko0UTu7jjtFjHydo9xUijMnFMB4uwFD3hHArXFWH_1ErkTNBr6WbuWbxPrBhAovse0KztPltjoFAM78CnP2ur8iR7IzWC-p3QqIo36NFdNbDze0LsJ5haL4MDs/s400/inside.jpg" alt="My man domain in a 8 by 12 cell" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266087311951436674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wish you all the best. At least now you can stopping 'dreaming' about other men and come back to earth. Those guys were from your past life, my dear. They were your lovers when you were still young and beautiful, but now they are all married with kids of their own. Now that your man has come back, treat him well. You've many records/title to break. For one, I'm sure this time around you can hold your title as a wife more than twenty days... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; sil = son-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** writing style inspired by &lt;a href="http://tukartiub.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Aging Hippie.&lt;/a&gt; Kah! Kah! Kah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/aging+hippie" rel="tag"&gt;aging hippie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cell" rel="tag"&gt;cell&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/franchise+roti+canai" rel="tag"&gt;franchise roti canai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/freedom" rel="tag"&gt;freedom&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/jail" rel="tag"&gt;jail&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kah+kah+kah" rel="tag"&gt;kah kah kah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lovers" rel="tag"&gt;lovers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mr+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;mr mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mrs+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;mrs mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pecah+berita" rel="tag"&gt;pecah berita&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/prison" rel="tag"&gt;prison&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/some+guy+have+all+the+luck" rel="tag"&gt;some guy have all the luck&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/november+8" rel="tag"&gt;november 8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/welcome-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja5kqWZ85aiyT0oGr2drRtPNd5VVTh8DGvRZ-he78xi-PgU-zhPaDvcrg1VjmS3UCoBaFWrEg_nwsWwAYUkjIdOSQWmgDEcnzB0De11El6ERs0nWTjRzFjwCbGRwFYgkMcHtWYerOuZgY/s72-c/prison-view.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-7084424396674087897</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:31:48.489+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">email</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">longgeng</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mrs mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sms</category><title>Mrs. Mermaid</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;You got mail!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Mrs. Mermaid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're in the best of health. As you can imagined, life couldn't be better for me. Got a lovely wife who loves me very much, friends on and offline who I can turn to, flourishing businesses, what's more can I ask for? I'm grateful to Allah swt for the life He has bestowed on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I had a wonderful conversations with &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding.html" target="_blank"&gt;your best friend.&lt;/a&gt; She's gleaming with happiness for now she's three months pregnant. I'm so happy for her. At least she's moving on and making a wonderful life for herself and hubby plus a baby coming soon.&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;It is better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for what you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky to have friend like her who would do anything for your happiness. I wish I could have friend like her but I would never do anything that would hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I guess she never knew what you've said about her. Even now I still cringe to use that word you used to denote her sexual preferences. You are wrong about her, Mrs. Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the real story about the SMS whom I thought was sent by your friend. It's sad, you've never denied it. Why didn't you admit that it was you who wrote that SMS using your friend's phone? I guess it was your evil scheme to break off my friendship with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about friendship, it reminded me of your other friend whom you preferred to call, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Heli&lt;/span&gt;. One thing for sure Mrs Mermaid, should '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heli&lt;/span&gt;' asked me why do I called her that, I shall show her the email and SMS in which you like to call her that. I shall not be accused of something that you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. Don't want to spoil your celebrating mood for these coming week. Take care now. Remember what the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Longgeng's&lt;/span&gt; folks always say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/baby" rel="tag"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/email" rel="tag"&gt;email&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/friendship" rel="tag"&gt;friendship&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/heli" rel="tag"&gt;heli&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hubby" rel="tag"&gt;hubby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/longgeng" rel="tag"&gt;longgeng&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mrs+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;mrs mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sexual+preferences" rel="tag"&gt;sexual preferences&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sms" rel="tag"&gt;sms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/11/mrs-mermaid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-5427558906686599033</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:32:25.633+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aunty mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bahasa melayu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beloved wife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog feed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">darling wife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fish pond</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kaloi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mrs mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pet fish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">small office home office</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soho</category><title>Kaloi</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;My beloved wife pet-fish&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast weekend after coming back from visiting friends, (yeah, we're still celebrating 'Aidil Fitri!) the first thing my beloved wife would do was to give her precious fish-pet Kaloi something to eat. As for me, SOHO (small office home office) where all my precious gadgets especially my desktop are placed is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;da place&lt;/span&gt; you gonna find me. I was just switching on my desktop when I heard my dear wife calling me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Honeyyyyyy!"&lt;/span&gt; (don't laugh, she does called me that, *wink* *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me in kinda sad sobbing voice which I knew instinctively something bad must be happening. I knew she wanted my immediate presence to cool her down whereby a little hugs and kisses should definitely calmed her down. Without wasting anymore time, I stood up and came out running toward her along with the words, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I'm cominggggg, dearest!"&lt;/span&gt; (Nah! Not that sort of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coming,&lt;/span&gt; you weirdo. Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her crying. Just looking her like that made me want to cry too. Not a word was exchanged between us. I just came toward her and hold her tight around my arms. Only after she had calmed down do I asked her what's wrong? Still in my arm she didn't utter anything. Then she raised her hand, her finger pointed something toward the fish pond. Below is the image that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEI1E-TmYmCi145QnKAaA2p7TFEj7trcZEhk7w8guupqr0GYJOBWgxf5_ZqWO2AV4rjVhswxMRcIcK7zqLocTCFehtm47iTCwVZ0OFBObpL9i7qlgw90nLS_QzulDCPM6FSsRgGUVnMs/s1600-h/DSC02266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEI1E-TmYmCi145QnKAaA2p7TFEj7trcZEhk7w8guupqr0GYJOBWgxf5_ZqWO2AV4rjVhswxMRcIcK7zqLocTCFehtm47iTCwVZ0OFBObpL9i7qlgw90nLS_QzulDCPM6FSsRgGUVnMs/s400/DSC02266.jpg" alt="Kaloi, floating in death" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444404482485378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click image to enlarge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my precious wife, she bought Kaloi and his partner (who had died about six month ago) at the local pet shop when he was still a baby. They were so cute and tiny, smaller than her wee little finger. My darling wife put both of them in a specially made aquarium just for the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBff-rE5AY09VtsixbELyYs59LNK592apw_P2JbCf_YtadMoMfijBaJQ24guvvjyQuWYN6auxP4Przui2pgB2YrsspQ-7W4Ga90bcHGTg9XoH6OCnVB0u7sjm-i7Qs3wCAIvBl8nQoxo/s1600-h/DSC02270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBff-rE5AY09VtsixbELyYs59LNK592apw_P2JbCf_YtadMoMfijBaJQ24guvvjyQuWYN6auxP4Przui2pgB2YrsspQ-7W4Ga90bcHGTg9XoH6OCnVB0u7sjm-i7Qs3wCAIvBl8nQoxo/s400/DSC02270.jpg" alt="My wife beloved pet-fish, Kaloi" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444396157647666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click image to enlarge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ten loving years my sweet wife had taken good care of them until they had out-grown the cute little aquarium they had been living in since they were a baby. A year after our memorable marriage, my sugar-pie decided to build a pond so that Kaloi and his partner got more space to swim merrily about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QpqXXR4G4ffPyy4li2Ahu2SVa3h-b8NkVS-yMG69JGq3ebyNSurzF2B2ZS3bLjjs2gqcdjnHOEdF4oDnpwutmUuteiadpp2xvY6XLWnOu8DpcNNiIj-RI6Ar-IikMSxe5dYQlF4Y1nA/s1600-h/DSC02274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8QpqXXR4G4ffPyy4li2Ahu2SVa3h-b8NkVS-yMG69JGq3ebyNSurzF2B2ZS3bLjjs2gqcdjnHOEdF4oDnpwutmUuteiadpp2xvY6XLWnOu8DpcNNiIj-RI6Ar-IikMSxe5dYQlF4Y1nA/s400/DSC02274.jpg" alt="Holding Kaloi. Very heavy fish" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256444395648805906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Click image to enlarge.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt Mrs. Mermaid could take care of anything or someone so lovingly like my dearest wife do? I do believe Kaloi would have died in just a couple of days should Mrs. Mermaid be given the chance to take care of him. In one of her many emails to me, she freely admitted that she couldn't care less of any pet! She was so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heartless stomach&lt;/span&gt; (that was a direct translation from Bahasa Melayu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here onward, as My Little Mermaid wishes she will be called Mrs. Mermaid. I thought it was the right thing to call her that too. Furthermore, she has the age to be called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; and she was also the wife to someone special even though she held the title as a wife for only twenty days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about that later. Please subscribe to this &lt;a href="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/a/emailverifySubmit?feedId=2030128&amp;loc=en_US" target="_blank"&gt;blog's feeds&lt;/a&gt; via email or RSS if you don't want to miss the coming episodes of Mrs. Mermaid. You will find the links on this blog's right sidebar. Anytime there's a new post, it will be sent directly to your email inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune, folk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/aunty+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;aunty mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/bahasa+melayu" rel="tag"&gt;bahasa melayu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/beloved+wife" rel="tag"&gt;beloved wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blog+feed" rel="tag"&gt;blog feed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/darling+wife" rel="tag"&gt;darling wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fish+pond" rel="tag"&gt;fish pond&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kaloi" rel="tag"&gt;kaloi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mrs+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;mrs mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pet+fish" rel="tag"&gt;pet fish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pet+shop" rel="tag"&gt;pet shop&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/small+office+home+office" rel="tag"&gt;small office home office&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/soho" rel="tag"&gt;soho&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sugar+pie" rel="tag"&gt;sugar pie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/10/kaloi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrEI1E-TmYmCi145QnKAaA2p7TFEj7trcZEhk7w8guupqr0GYJOBWgxf5_ZqWO2AV4rjVhswxMRcIcK7zqLocTCFehtm47iTCwVZ0OFBObpL9i7qlgw90nLS_QzulDCPM6FSsRgGUVnMs/s72-c/DSC02266.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-6182258077355109927</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:32:52.334+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">greeting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy eid ul fitr</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happy wishes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">maaf zahir batin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">selamat aidil fitri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">selamat hari raya</category><title>Eid ul-Fitr</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Maaf zahir batin&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; would like to take this golden opportunity to wish to all my Muslim readers;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'aidil Fitri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maap zahir batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMA1T95-0MfBfmlNNtpCjoli7aWlz2q6o6-2vCiUYRc8x7riwFp4iEgvchE08cQhrPttx5Cqzxtj9eY9aEGXeRPRfa1Q0s6sZObcijUtXPSm___zuzJfO0jHE3WyGPviHNLF9tXyUTuk/s1600-h/MakCik+Intan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMA1T95-0MfBfmlNNtpCjoli7aWlz2q6o6-2vCiUYRc8x7riwFp4iEgvchE08cQhrPttx5Cqzxtj9eY9aEGXeRPRfa1Q0s6sZObcijUtXPSm___zuzJfO0jHE3WyGPviHNLF9tXyUTuk/s400/MakCik+Intan.jpg" alt="Selamat 'iadil fitri, mak cik! maap zahir batin" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250577467075940866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s picture above was not my beloved wife nor the late Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/greeting" rel="tag"&gt;greeting&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/happy+eid+ul+fitr" rel="tag"&gt;happy eid ul fitr&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/happy+wishes" rel="tag"&gt;happy wishes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/maaf+zahir+batin" rel="tag"&gt;maaf zahir batin&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/selamat+aidil+fitri" rel="tag"&gt;selamat aidil fitri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/selamat+hari+raya" rel="tag"&gt;selamat hari raya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/eid-ul-fitr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZMA1T95-0MfBfmlNNtpCjoli7aWlz2q6o6-2vCiUYRc8x7riwFp4iEgvchE08cQhrPttx5Cqzxtj9eY9aEGXeRPRfa1Q0s6sZObcijUtXPSm___zuzJfO0jHE3WyGPviHNLF9tXyUTuk/s72-c/MakCik+Intan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-1525130302130580030</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:33:26.754+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">a248.e.akamai.net</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">email account</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hackers on the internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oops she did it again</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">original information</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shit in the middle of the road</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sign in to yahoo</category><title>Little Mermaid And My eMail Account</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Oops! She did it again.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;efore I proceed any further, I just want you (read to all readers) to know that I can't login to my email account since last Thursday (Sept 18, 2008). I'm afraid I can't be reached via email for the time being. As an alternative, please use the contact form found on my other two blogs. Just click on the tab "eMail Me" on the menu bar and you're set to go. My apologies for the inconveniences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong actually, but everytime I login to email account, it says, at the bottom left, "transferring data a248.e.akamai.net". I was curious, naturally I Yahooed and Googled about it and this is what I found: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Akamia is a fast caching solution for websites whiuch have a great number of hits. These &lt;br /&gt;websites store there gifs and seldom changing popular apps at this cache hosting company. &lt;br /&gt;Numerous companies such as McAfee.com, Wells Fargo, B of A etc. post data and programs to &lt;br /&gt;Akamia. McAfee posts there DAT files at this location to support the user community in &lt;br /&gt;grabbing the latest DAT when a new virus threat hits. Several years ago McAfee ranked 23rd &lt;br /&gt;out of all websites in terms of activity. At present many companies would require &lt;br /&gt;3 to 10 OC4 transmission lines. An OC4 is 28 T3's which is 784 T1's) to handle the volume &lt;br /&gt;of traffic. Many companies would not be able to stay in the .com world without Akamia."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the &lt;a href="http://forums.techguy.org/web-email/203702-solved-a248-e-akamai-net.html" target="_blank"&gt;original information.&lt;/a&gt; Go out there now and read what they have to say about a248.e.akamai.net. You would be amazed at what you gonna learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, my email account could have been hacked. I guess when you are using the Internet, you don't know what kind of people are reading on what you type. They may be offended or get pissed as what you said. And that person hacked his/her account and make some foolishness or make fun with the account that person has. Most hackers themselves, do pretend to be naive on the Internet in order not to be distinguished of what they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58DZj981gB8eNsrc-uHVsiiRRY5rmoXCH6dCvwXMtjuecjbeG-SdQ1S2BjIqYatfekmRUz0nXhYoiZ59QTe0q3-HtVBGXXCk9nB1Isr-zaFysXQwre7eCTZBVtK9ZAcKbTZzpsyOp4ac/s1600-h/Sign+in+to+Yahoo!.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58DZj981gB8eNsrc-uHVsiiRRY5rmoXCH6dCvwXMtjuecjbeG-SdQ1S2BjIqYatfekmRUz0nXhYoiZ59QTe0q3-HtVBGXXCk9nB1Isr-zaFysXQwre7eCTZBVtK9ZAcKbTZzpsyOp4ac/s400/Sign+in+to+Yahoo!.png" border="0" alt="No, I did not forget my ID and password when I sign-in to Yahoo"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249435772030410898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought about it, only one person crossed my mind. Yeah, you're right! My Little Mermaid! You see, beside being an expert with computers and the person who taught me a lot about using Microsoft Office's Word, she too has no good intentions toward me. In one of her emails, she openly admitted beside praying everyday for my downfall, she gonna do something bad unexpectedly toward me and my family. Maybe these was it.&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;There's no such thing as a stupid question, but they're the easiest to answer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techguy.org/" target="_blank"&gt;TechGuy motto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I text her, asking very, very politely (lest I would made her angry and I really don't want to be at the receiving end of her wrath), did she hacked my email accounts? I really don't mind if she did it especially during this fasting month and I couldn't afford to be mad or whatever. I only expect a simple 'Yes' or 'No' as an answer, but she purposely kept quiet about it thinking she can torment me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a legend over here told by generation to generation before me about a story of a beautiful rich lady who had a stomach-ache while on a journey back home. She thought she was beautiful and rich she could do anything and nobody gonna believe she was capable of doing any bad deed. Furthermore, she was such ladylike and all that jazz (you know what I meant, the type of person who would hold a cup of tea with just the two end of her fingers) and a nose that was a little bit too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the story had it that this petite lady couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled up her skirt and gave everything that she got right in the middle of the road. After she had finished her call, she pull down her skirt back and swayed her hip back and forth walking gallantly back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the story short, there was a little commotion in town when a mountain of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; was found. And what the wise old men was trying to tell when telling this story from mouth to mouth is that nobody gonna admit anything when confronted especially when you shit in the middle of the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/a248.e.akamai.net" rel="tag"&gt;a248.e.akamai.net&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/email+account" rel="tag"&gt;email account&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hackers+on+the+internet" rel="tag"&gt;hackers on the internet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/oops+she+did+it+again" rel="tag"&gt;oops she did it again&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/original+information" rel="tag"&gt;original information&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/shit+in+the+middle+of+the+road" rel="tag"&gt;shit in the middle of the road&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sign+in+to+yahoo" rel="tag"&gt;sign in to yahoo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wise+old+man" rel="tag"&gt;wise old man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-mermaid-and-my-email-account.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58DZj981gB8eNsrc-uHVsiiRRY5rmoXCH6dCvwXMtjuecjbeG-SdQ1S2BjIqYatfekmRUz0nXhYoiZ59QTe0q3-HtVBGXXCk9nB1Isr-zaFysXQwre7eCTZBVtK9ZAcKbTZzpsyOp4ac/s72-c/Sign+in+to+Yahoo!.png" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-3309766130468679288</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T01:41:33.914+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">court</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">suspense</category><title>Last Monday</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Little Mermaid at Court&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast Monday (June 9th, 2008), my Little Mermaid was the plaintive in a court case. That was another occasion I would really like to attend after the &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wedding.&lt;/a&gt; Last week was suppose to be my week where I got the chance to make myself available attending the wedding and made myself presence for her at court. I knew I could do nothing but at least I thought I could be some sort of moral support to my Little Mermaid, but alas, I could only planned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out last week wasn't bad after all. Beside taking along my Mother-in-law to KL, meeting a few of my relatives nearby, I got to do some shopping for more computer's parts at Low Yat. I've spent the whole Sunday browsing shop after shop at Low Yat and Sungei Wang Plaza. We were tired but it was worth it. I shall publish a few photos about last week on my next post for your viewing pleasure, my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I thought of going back to where I belong at dawn, but my mind kept on thinking about my Little Mermaid. How was she? Was she doing all right? You know, that kind of worries I still had for her. I couldn't stand still. On second thought, I told my beloved wife that we've to postpone going back to KK and I told her that I was going to court. My darling gazed was hard and said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You still miss her, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;Letting go of someone dear to you is hard, but holding on to someone who doesn't even feel the same is much harder. Giving up doesn't mean you are weak! It only means that you are strong enough to let go!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's only one thing I regret doing, loving the girl who didn't love me, and forgetting the one who did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rendered speechless and admitted lamely that I still missed her very much. After starting the car I decided not to go to court to see my Little Mermaid in action. Instead, I drove to Tasik Perdana. I needed to clear my head ... the cloud of confusion was over-whelming. Plonking myself down on a bench, I buried my face in my hands and let everything my Little Mermaid had said and done washed over me in a big, enlightening tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the main purpose this blog was created in the first place, as a remembrance of those happy times my Little Mermaid had once made me. I wanna remember her just like I knew her before on March 20th, 2008. Yeah, those were the best of times when she made me felt like a valuable asset to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of her and me communicating via emails, SMSs and what not burned vivid in my mind. I had lost counts of the number of times she would called me up when she needed my ideas what cloths to wear. I was always there for her whenever she needed me. Yeah, those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked back and forth on the bench and let the tears stream down my cheeks. After what seems like an eternity, and I finally stood up unsteadily. Aware that my eyes were bloodshot but not caring what others will think. I started walked back to my car and drove back to my beloved wife who had stood by me through thick and thin together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that I started receiving her SMSs just like before as though nothing had happened between us. My warning antenna started to go up. I kept on thinking what was she up to now? Jeng! Jeng! Jeng! (that was the sound of suspense, just like in the movie) and I was not wrong to be wary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/court" rel="tag"&gt;court&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/happy+times" rel="tag"&gt;happy times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/kuala+lumpur" rel="tag"&gt;kuala lumpur&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/low+yat" rel="tag"&gt;low yat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/memories" rel="tag"&gt;memories&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/still+missing+her" rel="tag"&gt;still missing her&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sungei+wang+plaza" rel="tag"&gt;sungei wang plaza&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tasik+perdana" rel="tag"&gt;tasik perdana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/the+plaintive" rel="tag"&gt;the plaintive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-5269557887836405148</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:34:13.406+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wedding</category><title>Wedding</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;May you live as long as you wish and love as long as you live.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his gonna be a short post. In a short while, the three of us (Mother-in-law, my beloved and me) are going south to Kuala Lumpur. My eldest brother-in-law was in a hospital after going through an operation on his bladder. Actually, we're just accompanying my Mother-in-law visiting all her daughters and sons living in Kuala Lumpur. At the same time I shall do a bit of shopping at Low Yat for more computer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thingy.&lt;/span&gt; This gonna be a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my Little Mermaid's best friend is getting married. I've received her invitation card about a month ago. That was the time when my Little Mermaid were still an item. I was really looking forward to attend the wedding and meeting my Little Mermaid. I've even jot down today's date everywhere, lest I shall forget it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, we mere mortals can only plan. After what had happened between us, I don't feel like attending the wedding after all. My Little Mermaid were to be the best-girl to her friend and I don't think it will be a good idea if I attend the wedding even though her friend insists that I attend. She said it will be her wedding and she got a point there.&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;To keep your marriage brimming, with love in the wedding cup, whenever you're wrong, admit it; whenever you're right, shut up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Marrying a man is like buying something you've been admiring for a long time in a shop window. You may love it when you get home, but it doesn't always go with everything else in the house.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years your love for each other will so deepen and grow, that years from now you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want her to start screaming hysterically at me shouting at the top of her lung that she loves me in front of everybody. I can't let that happen if I can help it. I know she would do it because in anger she had choked her dear husband once before. And I afraid as a fragile old man, I would have dropped death if she only yelled at me when she saw me at her best friend's weeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I shall just post her wedding's present but I've no idea what to buy for her. Silly me I sent a short email to my Little Mermaid asking her what would her friend like for her wedding gift? Just a short simple email but till now I receive no reply from Little Mermaid. I guess she afraid I shall manipulate her answers and then blog about it. Well, she's always right. I can't blame her for that, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Little Mermaid's friend, love makes a lot of things possible. Still, getting married is probably one of the most important decisions a woman can ever make in her life. It certainly takes courage to finally decide your man is the right one for you and to share the rest of your life with him. Whether you're having a fairytale princess wedding or a simple garden wedding, I wish you the greatest happiness and a blessed married life ever! And may you look your most beautiful and happiest on your wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/accompanying+mother+in+law" rel="tag"&gt;accompanying mother in law&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/best+friend+wedding" rel="tag"&gt;best friend wedding&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blessed+married+life" rel="tag"&gt;blessed married life&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wedding" rel="tag"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-6455554799950139906</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:34:43.060+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boastful</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ethic of reciprocity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">moral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pearl bracelet</category><title>Ethic of Reciprocity</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;elling at little old men never felt so right. It's the Golden Rule: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."&lt;/span&gt; It is the ultimate norm of high morality in our culture especially in Malay's cultures. Sure there are other morals by which we live, but this one phrase embodies our most cherished value: that we should treat people as we would like to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you learned something from the letter that I sent to your younger brother. If you felt angry, think how angry I was when you involved a third party? What happened between the two of us should stay between us only, but you think you're doing the right thing when you involved others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if you called me a liar, that I'm up to no good, that I expected to be paid for whatever deeds I've done for you, that I'm boastful when I blog about how I've drove all the way from KK just to fulfill your wishes when you're not death yet! I really don't mind when you shared my emails with your friends and have a good laugh about it. Then you laughed about the way I walked, about my face (yeah I know, I'm just a silly old man and not handsome like your dear husband), I really don't mind at all.&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;Just because you think you're always right, doesn't mean that you don't have to apologize when you do something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"wrong."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just may lie to make you feel good. Don’t be angry about this. You really weren't looking for the truth anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you've been praying everyday for my downfall so that I shall be imprisoned for the rest of my life. So that nobody gonna love me anymore. I really don't mind either. You can prayed, you can called me by whatever name that suited you, you can even spit me, but when you called in my beloved wife and got her involved, that when I got mad. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"DON'T MAKE ME ANGRY, YOU WOULDN'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY"&lt;/span&gt; - I could turned green, just like the Hulk. You wouldn't like me when my underwear (sapenda in Malay) got all torn to pieces! See image below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbdP_k-r3t7w27LiSIika37Tm8l_vUZsJFyppV_2oshLuTBi8nsDq9_82EnWQkPQlxkUa74f_xM83aJ5xn7i1lJtFGHo8yNqvWqT2EBne3ZYlF6ZiSBVXhVFH4PqS9uMj7F4KxMtDFAg/s1600-h/Hulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbdP_k-r3t7w27LiSIika37Tm8l_vUZsJFyppV_2oshLuTBi8nsDq9_82EnWQkPQlxkUa74f_xM83aJ5xn7i1lJtFGHo8yNqvWqT2EBne3ZYlF6ZiSBVXhVFH4PqS9uMj7F4KxMtDFAg/s400/Hulk.jpg" border="0" alt="ArahMan7 the Hulk"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208678722068635282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you're always right. I'm not the type who could do anything good. Anything that I do, you've got to pay for it. I wouldn't do anything without getting any recognitions from you. Yeah, that was a very &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-things-over.html" target="_blank"&gt;good example,&lt;/a&gt; telling the whole wide world (www) that I was the chosen one who had done a very good deed for his Little Mermaid. Nobody in his right sound mind would drive all the way about 200Km plus just to pay for something his Little Mermaid forgot to pay! And the best part was, he started to blog about it. Sound boastful, huh? Yeah, that's who I am (if that's what you want me to be)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you would never do things like that, let alone buying something for me. Anyway, let the world knows that now I'm thanking you very much for buying me the sexy swimming trunk (sapenda in Malay) even though you're using my own money to buy it. I would still thank you even if you didn't buy it but took it from your beloved hubby many collection of swimming trunks. I would still appreciate it very much especially if it comes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry, I still can't bear to break my dear wife's heart if I told her about the pearl bracelet. Let her think that pearl came from you because she really love the pearl bracelet. I don't want my Darling to know that you've bought that pearl using my money. Till now she only talk about how you have a heart of gold, you're such a sweetheart and all that. I don't wanna spoil her perception about you. Let her think you're such a sweetheart like I've always thought of you no matter what you feel about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/do+unto+others" rel="tag"&gt;do unto others&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/don't+make+me+angry" rel="tag"&gt;don't make me angry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/ethic+of+reciprocity" rel="tag"&gt;ethic of reciprocity&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/hulk" rel="tag"&gt;hulk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/malay+cultures" rel="tag"&gt;malay cultures&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sapenda" rel="tag"&gt;sapenda&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sweetheart" rel="tag"&gt;sweetheart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/swimming+trunks" rel="tag"&gt;swimming trunks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/ethic-of-reciprocity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbdP_k-r3t7w27LiSIika37Tm8l_vUZsJFyppV_2oshLuTBi8nsDq9_82EnWQkPQlxkUa74f_xM83aJ5xn7i1lJtFGHo8yNqvWqT2EBne3ZYlF6ZiSBVXhVFH4PqS9uMj7F4KxMtDFAg/s72-c/Hulk.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-9135947641052882859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:35:19.043+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beloved wife</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">handphone</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><title>Be Grateful</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;An email from a dear friend&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ight after I published &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-things-over.html" target="_blank"&gt;Thinking Things Over,&lt;/a&gt; I received several emails and SMSs. Some of them can be read easily but the rest are just spam. One of them even advise me not to be too hard  with my Little Mermaid. Too hard? Nah! That was nothing compared to what she had said and done, but I was not surprise at all. At least she had shown her true colours, and I can ensured you it was very psychedelic indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below was what my dear friend sent me. I wanna share it with you all and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Wife is like TV,  girlfriend is like Handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;Watching you walk out of my life hasn't made me bitter or cynical about love, but rather, it has shown me that if I wanted so badly to be with the wrong person,&lt;br /&gt;how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;At home watch TV, go out  bring Handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;No money, sell  TV. Got money change  Handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Sometimes enjoy TV, but most of the time play with  Handphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;TV free for life but Handphone if you don't pay, the services  will be terminated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;TV is big, bulky and most of the time old,  but Handphone is cute, slim, curvy and very portable at any  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Operational cost for TV is often acceptable but for Handphone  is high and often demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Most Important, TV got remote...  Handphone don't have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnNsr3DiDasTzxYGASwZ21M7-FuM1Ss8zvDPH3gnnQhv3XNtxnLgE7hLas-mwjYcD2BXwjNvz_1AvPiMeEK_BlOJsnKjPcpnFreozrwYf6sfdTrfxKqpKRGAeSfCPJ-jBjTjcUAS-lfU/s1600-h/ArahMan7+the+Wolverine+TM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnNsr3DiDasTzxYGASwZ21M7-FuM1Ss8zvDPH3gnnQhv3XNtxnLgE7hLas-mwjYcD2BXwjNvz_1AvPiMeEK_BlOJsnKjPcpnFreozrwYf6sfdTrfxKqpKRGAeSfCPJ-jBjTjcUAS-lfU/s400/ArahMan7+the+Wolverine+TM.jpg" alt="ArahMan7 the Wolverine" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207216107319634722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Last but not  least....... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;TV do not have virus, but  Handphone yes... have VIRUS... Once get it, terus  KONG (meaning, it will be unusable)... hahahahaha... !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;So, better choose TV ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friend for sending me the email. I really appreciate it. Little Mermaid was just an episode in my colourful life. Fyi, early on our relationship I had made it clear up front, I would never leave my beloved wife for another of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute, slim, curvy and very portable Handphone!&lt;/span&gt; I've always said if given a choice, I would still choose my darling wife. And for that I'm very grateful. I never had to lie or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad-talked&lt;/span&gt; about my dear wife just to get near my Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, how do you like the image above, ArahMan7 the Wolverine? I want to know how I would look like with a different hair cut, in a famous picture or in a magazine cover. In fact I can be a different person everyday. Why not give it a try. Come on, head over to &lt;a href="http://www.faceinhole.com/home.asp" target="_blank"&gt;HOLEinFACE&lt;/a&gt; now and I'm sure you gonna have great funs like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also played around with my Little Mermaid's face, to see how she will look like in if she was Mother Theresa or Queen Elizabeth ll? The rest of her images in other famous figures was kept air-tight for my viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. See you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/beloved+wife" rel="tag"&gt;beloved wife&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/handphone" rel="tag"&gt;handphone&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/psychedelic+colors" rel="tag"&gt;psychedelic colors&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/share+and+enjoy" rel="tag"&gt;share and enjoy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tv" rel="tag"&gt;tv&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wolverine" rel="tag"&gt;wolverine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-grateful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwnNsr3DiDasTzxYGASwZ21M7-FuM1Ss8zvDPH3gnnQhv3XNtxnLgE7hLas-mwjYcD2BXwjNvz_1AvPiMeEK_BlOJsnKjPcpnFreozrwYf6sfdTrfxKqpKRGAeSfCPJ-jBjTjcUAS-lfU/s72-c/ArahMan7+the+Wolverine+TM.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-4718200644793203127</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:35:53.938+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">malaysia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sapenda</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thinking things over</category><title>Thinking Things Over</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;So near and yet so far... &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ere I was spending the night at chalet in Bagan Lalang (not Gedong Lallang, mind you). Arrived here late at night after spending the whole Saturday with a dear lady friend and her husband. I chose this chalet because it reminded me of the Dentist (my first wife). We used to spend some happy moments here. Seem like I was walking through memory lanes these weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday's night I had a very long conversations with my beloved wife. I told her that I needed to go somewhere, just to be alone by myself. One of the things that I love about her, she would never argue with me over trivial matters. If I said I'm going somewhere, she will pray for my safety. No question asked. So far she has never stopped me from doing anything I  wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told her that I probably going south, the only question she could think was, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Are you going to meet your Little Mermaid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at her straight into her eyes and said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"No!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she didn't heard me when I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I don't want to be yelled at, ever again"&lt;/span&gt; because I was whispering those words to myself!&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;"Sometimes we tend to be in despair when the person we love leaves us, but the truth is, it's not our loss, but theirs, for they left the only person who wouldn't give up on them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have even talked about my Little Mermaid with my dear wife, as though she was already a part of the family. When my being was much needed, we couldn't be separated. We would communicated each other by emails or SMSs all day long. We would only stopped when it was time to go to sleep. Yeah, I admit. There were certain things that I kept to myself. Do you think I was going to tell my beloved wife about the sexy swimming trunk (sapenda as in Malay) Little Mermaid bought for me? Yeah, I admit. There are still things that I didn't tell my darling wife about my Little Mermaid, which I thought it was  best that I kept it in a special place deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early on Saturday's morning after my prayers, I started the journey south of Malaysia. I drove slowly, taking my times to think things over. All the while I was accompanied by Pink Floyd's The Wall album and Lynyrd Skynyrd first album, "Pronounced Leh-Nerd Skin-Nerd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Semenyih, I took the back road on the way to Kuala Klawang. I needed to stop somewhere to find a certain yellow shop. You see, about a month ago my Little Mermaid went there and she forgot to pay something that she had eaten at the shop. She called me up and made me promised to pay it for her in case she would not be alive before she could pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was adamant and serious about it when I told her not to be ridiculous and not to talk about her death! That was how closed we were, she would tell me everything. And she knew how to make me happy and feel wanted. That was why I gotta find that shop. I figure these could be my final gestures for her. I don't want her to die with a debt lingered on her body, if I could helped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Seremban town, I made the ritual of stopping at Parkson, A&amp;W and Jaya Jusco where I had my lunch at KFC. It was during at one these places, I sent a short message to my Little Mermaid telling her that I've fulfilled her wishes. I knew she would never gonna answer me, but I still sent her the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't stayed long in Seremban and I've no intention of going back to Longgeng. I drove using the old route to Kajang and onward to my lady friend's house. She was waiting for me with her husband. I really had a good times over there, especially especially when I had the opportunities to play with their three children. I became their well-loved Uncle and I kinda like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told them that I was looking for some computer's parts, they took me shopping at Low Yat. We went there just the three of us, leaving their children with their maid. Low Yat is the shopping haven for computer's enthusiasts. It was  about three time cheaper here compared with any computer's shops in Kuale Kangsor. After much browsing around, I stopped at Thunder Match on Level Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought LogiTech's Media Keyboard for the husband and a PC Camera for my lady friend. For my beloved wife, I got her a Canon Inkjet Photo Printer and for myself, a ProLink Broadband Router. After I got what I wanted, I had to get away fast. I couldn't trust myself staying there much longer. Everything here were cheap and I wanted to buy them all, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending them home and a promise that I shall come back again with my Missus next time, I drove slowly to Bagan Lalang via Sungai Pelek. I felt really tired but I was having  so much fun. It was great to be among old friends who could accept me as I was. The one who doesn't mind if I came to see them by bus, the one who doesn't give a damn when I told them that I've no money in my pocket! At least I was being honest rather than playing the role of a big-shot with an empty pocket! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was so near and yet so far. I could have pick up the phone and dialed her number but at these stage when I felt I was not wanted, it wouldn't be a very good idea. Furthermore, she hated surprises. Even back then when my being was still in demand, I had to make an appointment a week before-hand. She really hated it if I just drove all the way from Kuale Kangsor to meet her on a short notice. She once told me that she was in great demands with many obligations to others. My Little Mermaid wouldn't change her tight schedule to cater my childish needs! Anyway, I can't bear to be shouted at again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the chalet, I stayed locked-in until check-out time at twelve noon on Sunday. After lunch I drove slowly up north to the place where I belong. I gotta get out while I still have my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk with you again, my friends. Have a blasting great week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/low+yat" rel="tag"&gt;low yat&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lynyrd+skynyrd" rel="tag"&gt;lynyrd skynyrd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/malaysia" rel="tag"&gt;malaysia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pink+floyd" rel="tag"&gt;pink floyd&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sexy+swimming+trunk" rel="tag"&gt;sexy swimming trunk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thinking+things+over" rel="tag"&gt;thinking things over&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/so+near+and+yet+so+far" rel="tag"&gt;so near and yet so far&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/06/thinking-things-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-8756981542584833192</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:36:24.850+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blazing pink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">favicon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">google</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mermaid</category><title>SEO With Blazing Pink</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Listed in Google&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dropcap"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen I was looking at &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-you-too.html" target="_blank"&gt;Blazing Pink's stats&lt;/a&gt; the other day, I noticed too that someone has been &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Googling&lt;/span&gt; the keyword 'BlazingPink'. It has been only two days since I started posting for this blog and I figure it will not be listed, yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well! To my surprise, this blog &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlazingPink&lt;/a&gt; has been listed in Google just after publishing TWO posts only! I know, I heard many horror stories about someone's blog that had not been listed even though they have been blogging for months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how did I do it, I really don't have a definite answer for it. I wanted to make this blog as simple as possible, compared with my other two blogs - &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Journey To Recovery&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://web-directory.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Web Directory.&lt;/a&gt; It has not been fully monetize just yet, but I shall make sure that this blog will not be commercially used (no promises though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the screenshot that showed the keyword, 'BlazingPink' has been listed and at the same time too this blog http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/ has been listed on Google too. I guess having two high PR (PageRank) blogs helped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5sJeoPniNJjvw7XH_bLXgM-lGVrXFYpNeKQByOy14Nv2TDKDwAADxL0GufJGbRSmSJsFU5NNHb2P3cZvTi2IVIMu_yfK7QZb46tbp5jCAFsFRRcTLNmzgr7pcbQrzxAbMYFQQMg76Sdc/s1600-h/FireShot+capture+%2330+-+%27blazingpink+-+Google+Search%27+-+www_google_com_search_q%3Dblazingpink%26sourceid%3Dnavclient-ff%26ie%3DUTF-8%26rlz%3D1B3GGGL_enMY258MY258.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5sJeoPniNJjvw7XH_bLXgM-lGVrXFYpNeKQByOy14Nv2TDKDwAADxL0GufJGbRSmSJsFU5NNHb2P3cZvTi2IVIMu_yfK7QZb46tbp5jCAFsFRRcTLNmzgr7pcbQrzxAbMYFQQMg76Sdc/s400/FireShot+capture+%2330+-+%27blazingpink+-+Google+Search%27+-+www_google_com_search_q%3Dblazingpink%26sourceid%3Dnavclient-ff%26ie%3DUTF-8%26rlz%3D1B3GGGL_enMY258MY258.png" border="0" alt="Blazing Pink listed on Google"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205959224051877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day a friend asked me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"is that your Little Mermaid on the favicon?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody want to know what's a favicon, you better read this post, &lt;a href="http://web-directory.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favicon.html" target="_blank"&gt;My Favicon.&lt;/a&gt; I've also took the liberty to produce a screenshot showing the said favicon. Click on the image to enlarge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XYhv22F03pK78-1ySEbkRzgwvVc5cget_ngbE2pzRTLMvMJFICVvLk2_iB4IQ_uSe6l561NQLua2JjLANe-pjqQbS-CKu870mObsGfpTvjll5aZQVMJcbF4q7Eo_Dn-WYOhVc_CRjjk/s1600-h/My+Little+Mermaid+Screenshot+With+Favicon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6XYhv22F03pK78-1ySEbkRzgwvVc5cget_ngbE2pzRTLMvMJFICVvLk2_iB4IQ_uSe6l561NQLua2JjLANe-pjqQbS-CKu870mObsGfpTvjll5aZQVMJcbF4q7Eo_Dn-WYOhVc_CRjjk/s400/My+Little+Mermaid+Screenshot+With+Favicon.jpg" border="0" alt="My Little Mermaid's Mummy - The Favicon"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205959219756910162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Click image to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not my Little Mermaid, but her Mummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blazing+pink" rel="tag"&gt;blazing pink&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/favicon" rel="tag"&gt;favicon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/listed+with+google" rel="tag"&gt;listed with google&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mummy" rel="tag"&gt;mummy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/seo-with-blazing-pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5sJeoPniNJjvw7XH_bLXgM-lGVrXFYpNeKQByOy14Nv2TDKDwAADxL0GufJGbRSmSJsFU5NNHb2P3cZvTi2IVIMu_yfK7QZb46tbp5jCAFsFRRcTLNmzgr7pcbQrzxAbMYFQQMg76Sdc/s72-c/FireShot+capture+%2330+-+%27blazingpink+-+Google+Search%27+-+www_google_com_search_q%3Dblazingpink%26sourceid%3Dnavclient-ff%26ie%3DUTF-8%26rlz%3D1B3GGGL_enMY258MY258.png" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-1397048790851305677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 May 2008 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:37:01.279+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">escada</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">private</category><title>Love You Too</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Thank you for reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/h2&gt; I was looking through &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/"&gt;BlazingPink's&lt;/a&gt; statistic when I noticed a familiar IP (Internet Protocol) address. To make sure that I've not made a mistake somewhere, I cross-examined it with my other blog, &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Journey To Recovery's&lt;/a&gt; stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was confirmed. My Little Mermaid was reading and digested every little bit of informations she could get from my blogs. And I also noticed that she was down on her hands and knees going through my new blog too. But how could she had known about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've to admit that this blog was suppose to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; project together where we shall remained as the only authors and readers. I wanted it to be private. Beside having the opportunity to teach my Little Mermaid about blogging, I also wanted to publish my thought, my feeling, my plan, my future which surely included my Little Mermaid of course!&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;If a person doesn't love you anymore, then there is no more reason for you to stay. The only way to stop hurting is to stop wanting and the only way to stop wanting is to start accepting that the person is probably not the same person you used to know. Then and only then can you move on to find the happiness that becomes truly with rewarding when shared with the person who loves us just the same or probably even more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the time when my being, my manners, my behaviours, my thought, my plans, my speech, etc etc looked wonderful, amazing, marvelous. Even my fart smelt like her favourite perfume, Sunset Heat by Escada. But now everything about me, stinks! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take a look at what you have. Think of all you did to get it. Remember it only takes one second to lose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it took only a blink of an eye to change her mind. One minute we were having a good time together, making plans for the weekend and all that jazz, but on the next minute, everything changes. And she has set her mind to hate me. No matter what I do or say she can never forgive me let alone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; to me! It felt like she had closes all doors, leaving me abandon outside without hope! Looked like she's totally shut me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry! I took the wrong bus. Where were we? O yeah, as I've tried to explain, when I created this blog I've also included my Little Mermaid as the author which certainly included her email address. When our relationship turned sour, (that's when I told her that I've no money and I shall be taking the bus as my main transportation on the day of our date) I plainly forgot about it. I only realized my mistake right after publishing my first post which I then promptly deleted her email address from Blogger's setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Blogger must has sent my Little Mermaid an email telling her that http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/ has been updated with a new post. I've thought of blocking her IP address from assessing this blog, but then on second thought there's no harm done. Anyway, it's kinda nice to know my Little Mermaid still took the trouble to read my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a statistic screenshot from one of the counters that I've installed on all three blogs of mine. As you can see, on &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Journey To Recovery&lt;/a&gt; she was only interested with only two posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgPrlFLrjCXd2WSJHVXWL5m2xMtQqIsbZgbqJzhnnK2r4McP_4R4I4hzVZEkNc5FOXSRTNabdOKwJhXjW9D3_6cICax1QkDBk00vvtl-iiSVejn0X0iAD9jJksvPZ1GQPrLIG3kUSMvI/s1600-h/GoStat+Last+Guest+ScreenShot+May+28th,+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgPrlFLrjCXd2WSJHVXWL5m2xMtQqIsbZgbqJzhnnK2r4McP_4R4I4hzVZEkNc5FOXSRTNabdOKwJhXjW9D3_6cICax1QkDBk00vvtl-iiSVejn0X0iAD9jJksvPZ1GQPrLIG3kUSMvI/s400/GoStat+Last+Guest+ScreenShot+May+28th,+2008.jpg" alt="My Little Mermaid IP Address" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205516687801566754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why she's interested with &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-ways-to-spot-addict.html" target="_blank"&gt;5 Ways To Spot An Addict&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/2008/04/be-careful-what-you-ask-for.html" target="_blank"&gt;Be Careful What You Ask For?&lt;/a&gt; Anything special about those two posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now my friends. I hope to be able to publish a new post before 5pm. Ta ta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blazing+pink" rel="tag"&gt;blazing pink&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogger" rel="tag"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blogging" rel="tag"&gt;blogging&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/escada" rel="tag"&gt;escada&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fart" rel="tag"&gt;fart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/private+affair" rel="tag"&gt;private affair&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/screenshot" rel="tag"&gt;screenshot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-you-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgPrlFLrjCXd2WSJHVXWL5m2xMtQqIsbZgbqJzhnnK2r4McP_4R4I4hzVZEkNc5FOXSRTNabdOKwJhXjW9D3_6cICax1QkDBk00vvtl-iiSVejn0X0iAD9jJksvPZ1GQPrLIG3kUSMvI/s72-c/GoStat+Last+Guest+ScreenShot+May+28th,+2008.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-7752139553812266983</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:37:37.570+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blazing pink</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">exercise</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">swimming</category><title>Pink</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;A Lady Favourite Colour&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even since my Little Mermaid decided to cut off all sort of communications with me, I've decided to take up swimming at the local public swimming pool. I respect her decision, but I could never stop loving her. No matter what I've said, deep in my heart I wish she would call, sent SMS or email me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed her wake-up call. Every morning I would seek my hand-phone, expecting there's a message for me. Yeah, I know but there's no harm in dreaming, isn't it? Maybe that's why I chose to love her in silence, for in silence I find no rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did talked it over with some friends about these recent &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt; I'm having. There was a passage in an emails from one of them that caught my eyes. It sums it all. She said, &lt;blockquote&gt;"The past is for the dead, ArahMan7. You don't want to bring the dead back. You want to bury them and move on."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was that easy. Anyway, to occupied my times I started to exercise again. But I've stopped doing my usual exercises of stretching about a year after my marriage. Maybe I was getting lazy and by then I preferred looking at my precious PC rather than sweating my body.&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;“Instead of thinking about what you're missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite the athletic type during my school days. That was about 30 years ago. I played all the games, but I love to run the marathon. Below was an old photograph for the school Rugby's Team taken when I was fifteen years old. I bet you can't recognize me on the photo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr28jmFN8LYMEbB9wYoQlMqi0deoi_uStBbD1Fpovj2DDjmkQ2dEbUBXVeE8AJA5jE4dt1ou5ilS5ugvE4urkC_IVuKi5wzkF5IM6pVJarUVQov-9Ru7erZNa6hraD2tZd08UGAIwPwo/s1600-h/SMS+Rugby+Team+1975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr28jmFN8LYMEbB9wYoQlMqi0deoi_uStBbD1Fpovj2DDjmkQ2dEbUBXVeE8AJA5jE4dt1ou5ilS5ugvE4urkC_IVuKi5wzkF5IM6pVJarUVQov-9Ru7erZNa6hraD2tZd08UGAIwPwo/s400/SMS+Rugby+Team+1975.jpg" alt="1975 Sekolah Menengah Sains Negeri Sembilan Rugby Team" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087315626018242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of my school-mate read this post or anybody who recognizes anyone in the picture, please get back to me by leaving a comment or two on this blog. I would really like to meet you guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the pool again this afternoon. The other day, I noticed one sweet lady who wore a pink swim-suit. It kinda reminded me of my Little Mermaid, who wore a blazing pink swim-suit - thus the name of this blog. Today, there were many swimmers around. I guess it must be because of the school holiday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ladies mostly wore a pink swim-suit. Gee, why can't they choose another colour was beyond me? Why pink? But I'm glad nobody had a blazing pink swim-suit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why I chose swimming? Yeah, you're right! Right on the button!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blazing+pink" rel="tag"&gt;blazing pink&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/loving+in+silence" rel="tag"&gt;loving in silence&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/moving+on" rel="tag"&gt;moving on&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/pink" rel="tag"&gt;pink&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/rugby+team" rel="tag"&gt;rugby team&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/school+holiday" rel="tag"&gt;school holiday&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/school+mate" rel="tag"&gt;school mate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/stopping+all+messages" rel="tag"&gt;stopping all messages&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/swimming+pool" rel="tag"&gt;swimming pool&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/swim+suit" rel="tag"&gt;swim suit&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wake+up+call" rel="tag"&gt;wake up call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr28jmFN8LYMEbB9wYoQlMqi0deoi_uStBbD1Fpovj2DDjmkQ2dEbUBXVeE8AJA5jE4dt1ou5ilS5ugvE4urkC_IVuKi5wzkF5IM6pVJarUVQov-9Ru7erZNa6hraD2tZd08UGAIwPwo/s72-c/SMS+Rugby+Team+1975.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-5234083373527224145</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:38:08.004+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">831</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aku cintakan kamu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i love you</category><title>I Love You</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Saying I Love You in 100 languages:&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, I've never said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; directly to my Little Mermaid. I've always said that sacred words indirectly. Usually I would say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thank you for loving me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love you too".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I wanna say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my Little Mermaid, I would only say or write, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"831"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which means 'I Love You' -&lt;br /&gt;8 letters&lt;br /&gt;3 words&lt;br /&gt;1 meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I know how to say I Love You in 100 languages like this. O yeah, I shall colour the words in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; if you wanna say 'I Love You' in my language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;"I thought that by telling myself and everyone else that I hated you. That sooner or later I would come to believe it. But I now realize that by lying, it makes me want you even more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br /&gt;Albanian - Te dua&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi&lt;br /&gt;Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;br /&gt;Catalan - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;Croatian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Czech - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;Ethiopian - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;br /&gt;German - Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;Greek - S'agapo&lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;br /&gt;Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;br /&gt;Irish - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;Italian - Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene&lt;br /&gt;Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;br /&gt;Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;br /&gt;Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;br /&gt;Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;Latin - Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malay - Saya cintakan mu&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aku cinta padamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br /&gt;Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br /&gt;Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br /&gt;Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;br /&gt;Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br /&gt;Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;br /&gt;Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;br /&gt;Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br /&gt;Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;Romanian - Te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;Scot Gaelic - Tha gra'dh agam ort&lt;br /&gt;Serbian - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;br /&gt;Sign Language - ,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing'I Love You')&lt;br /&gt;Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br /&gt;Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;br /&gt;Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br /&gt;Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;br /&gt;Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br /&gt;Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)&lt;br /&gt;Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu&lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/831" rel="tag"&gt;831&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/aku+cintakan+kamu" rel="tag"&gt;aku cintakan kamu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/i+hated+you" rel="tag"&gt;i hated you&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/i+love+you" rel="tag"&gt;i love you&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/i+want+you+even+more" rel="tag"&gt;i want you even more&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lying+to+hate" rel="tag"&gt;lying to hate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_section_end--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-8036602317688386380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:38:48.218+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">about page</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">introduction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my little mermaid</category><title>The About Page</title><description>&lt;!-google_ad_section_start-&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Introduction&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberations, I've decided to present this blog &lt;a href="http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Little Mermaid&lt;/a&gt; to the public. This blog will be about me as a normal person going through the phase of falling head over heel in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is like the continuation to &lt;a href="http://arahman7.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;My Journey To Recovery.&lt;/a&gt; Many things will be covered here, as such my dreams, hope and expectations especially for the future. Like I used to say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I cannot undo what I've done, but I can live a better life.&lt;/span&gt; And I would like to live the better life with my loves one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I proceed forward on my next and next posts there's one thing I want to make it clear to all my future readers. I've been blessed to stay clean and sober for nearly five years and a husband to the most amazing lady in the whole world. But as a normal human being, I did fell in love with another woman once upon a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start sending me hate emails and posting angry comments, telling me how ungrateful S.O.B I am, please follow the posts from the beginning and keep an open mind. I'm not gonna tell you that what I did was right and that you should support me. No! That not it, but I shall tell you about that moment in time when I did fell in love with another wonderful lady. In fact I've learned so much about life from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can learn many lessons from what had happened to me, which is the main purpose I created this blog. Especially for the guys who want to know about love and women. This blog is good for the gals too coz you can learn how we guys think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="pullquote"&gt;No matter how hard you try to smile and laugh it out, it still comes to that point where you find yourself alone in your room, helplessly cryin' and desperate for that person you've been wanting beside you so much... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you will not approved about my behaviour, but I never felt bad about it. Neither do I regretted for what had happened. In fact I'm glad to go through that phase. I felt young again and I enjoyed it very much. You know, that wonderful kind of feeling that you want to share with your partner, to protect her from any harms as if you've the power to make everything gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of her, I've become health conscious again. I've started swimming at the local public swimming pool here in Kuale Kangsor. She once told me that swimming is not only a good way to exercise your body, but it can be used as&lt;br /&gt;a therapy to get rid of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. This &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;About Page&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be updated from time to time. I know you will get confuse at the beginning but as time goes by you will get a clear picture about My Little Mermaid. The way I want to remember her by, my Little Mermaid who used to make me very happy indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/about+page" rel="tag"&gt;about page&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/introduction" rel="tag"&gt;introduction&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/learning+life+lessons" rel="tag"&gt;learning life lessons&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/love" rel="tag"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/my+little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;my little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
be either, but please believe me, when I say that I want 
to be by your side, to hold your hand, to treasure you 
in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-page_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2098130303082869382.post-6046896555642563442</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-28T02:39:20.000+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blackmail</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mermaid</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">platonic affair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">unhappy woman</category><title>The Wrath Of A Woman</title><description>&lt;!--google_ad_section_start--&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: bold;" class="subtitle"&gt;Check out what an unhappy woman would do&lt;/h2&gt;I'm suppose to type up an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About&lt;/span&gt; post tonight. I want to tell my readers what this blog is all about. This blog niche is about love and the beauty what love can do to a simple old man like me. I want to remember my Little Mermaid as it was. How happy she has made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I've to postpone the project until next time because I've a very urgent need to tell my readers what have happened to me today. You see, around 7:30am this morning I received a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blackmail&lt;/span&gt; kind of SMS via my mobile phone from none other than my own Little Mermaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she would do something that will shock the hell out of me. Truthfully, from knowing her in the past there was nothing she would do that will surprise me. At one time she even pretended to be death and spread the words so that her husband's caretaker came to know about it that she has died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that time I don't know who was shocked the most. It was either her husband, her husband's caretaker or both her parent, Mummy and Daddy when they came to know about it? I still remember it clearly because she called me on that same day very late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me how stupid she has been by spreading the rumours and she was quite hysterical with guilt and consequences. Yeah, it took me awhile to calm her down and told her not to worry too much. That was the time when my being was still needed and I became her main focus to tell about her woes and worries. I gotta admit it was a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love will immediately enter into any mind that truly wants it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna be surprised even if she change her mind and go back to her husband this coming November the 8th, 2008! And yeah, I'm not shocked if she call up my dear wife and told her about my platonic affair with her because she has already done that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact she did sent my beloved wife a Short Message Service (SMS) last night when I was about to go to sleep. Maybe she did still remember that I would never read or ask my darling wife who was calling or sending her messages and it was a bit awkward, but I still manage. Gee, like I really care what she gonna do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you think she gonna shock me like what the women did in the images below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs544WKepvg98ob0M-tY7wPV4mnknxKayXaP61V_tBQ4LICUd6diwGmqtJ9rs-5l3o4Z-ZU1-h9RuzfzEiEZ4gitQuGI5wQBLlc_OolrdNwJ4diQJPB8CHhrtUNKqQJhUJoAMQHAluZzU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs544WKepvg98ob0M-tY7wPV4mnknxKayXaP61V_tBQ4LICUd6diwGmqtJ9rs-5l3o4Z-ZU1-h9RuzfzEiEZ4gitQuGI5wQBLlc_OolrdNwJ4diQJPB8CHhrtUNKqQJhUJoAMQHAluZzU/s400/image001.jpg" alt="Car wrecker" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322506504652162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLa3OxE116Ob51aJLvrx5BRsaqNRP8g4otMyRTHhaWO-306YkLCA4L1fR2kL4G92X-Ps3mb5jluKAObF5phOerZA2CvfEESF5Hzk0oS3E_X4Y1-kiQjC58z_oJZZCcWg6q3Yz42WLqfW8/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLa3OxE116Ob51aJLvrx5BRsaqNRP8g4otMyRTHhaWO-306YkLCA4L1fR2kL4G92X-Ps3mb5jluKAObF5phOerZA2CvfEESF5Hzk0oS3E_X4Y1-kiQjC58z_oJZZCcWg6q3Yz42WLqfW8/s400/image002.jpg" alt="Dear John's Billboard" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322553749292434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKW864waZRJrhNTYHw7q9Sw8Ge-ujQK-OHASfQWG9B-Hhx5UIKH-fx3WqiRpI4Gnk_m5OsUyOn1wQb0j-DiXUTo7tHCMXmOMOZ88IRptJ6EL6h-1udw2N_-HVHvmz0GewFUg8IG8QqYg/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKW864waZRJrhNTYHw7q9Sw8Ge-ujQK-OHASfQWG9B-Hhx5UIKH-fx3WqiRpI4Gnk_m5OsUyOn1wQb0j-DiXUTo7tHCMXmOMOZ88IRptJ6EL6h-1udw2N_-HVHvmz0GewFUg8IG8QqYg/s400/image005.jpg" alt="Spray them, Girl" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322566634194338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1DZ3EFREZNOTixQGx1ItR3XU6sL6HJP_6v89rjz-QzZhk3RTCNmuEAJ7mxu_0rh8I6U6I7ADe15pQCBi3NzZn-itNr1PIiSCRg_0ebcZwWwpHexf2kjXVyMMKHafyNdIAEXlfu4QKgE/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 509px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1DZ3EFREZNOTixQGx1ItR3XU6sL6HJP_6v89rjz-QzZhk3RTCNmuEAJ7mxu_0rh8I6U6I7ADe15pQCBi3NzZn-itNr1PIiSCRg_0ebcZwWwpHexf2kjXVyMMKHafyNdIAEXlfu4QKgE/s400/image006.jpg" alt="A car's graffiti" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204322570929161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Anger always involves projection of separation, which must ultimately be accepted as one’s &lt;br /&gt;own responsibility, rather than being blamed on others.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="tag_list"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;span class="tags"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blackmail" rel="tag"&gt;blackmail&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/little+mermaid" rel="tag"&gt;little mermaid&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/love+and+hate" rel="tag"&gt;love and hate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/marital+duty" rel="tag"&gt;marital duty&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/platonic+affair" rel="tag"&gt;platonic affair&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/unhappy+woman" rel="tag"&gt;unhappy woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-google_ad_section_end-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;I know that you are not perfect and nor can I claim to 
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in the morning and in the noon-tide, to be next to you, 
to be held close to your heart now and for the rest of 
my living years, to comfort you, dry your tears and 
calm your most frightening fears, to fight your 
battles and show no shame to scream my love for you 
out loud all over the land.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://blazingpink.blogspot.com/2008/05/disclaimer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ArahMan7)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>