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I'm&amp;nbsp;sure you have heard of the news about the 2 drowned girls who were left&amp;nbsp;unattended&amp;nbsp;in a beach in Rome. Well, it sparked controversy because a) beach-goers just went about their business not caring there were 2 dead girls in the beach they were frolicking, b) the utter indifference to someone's death made us wonder about the morality of mankind in general and c) what the fuck happened to us that we became so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;
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While the news highlighted mainly the issue of people slowly losing their compassion I have only a few unanswered question.&lt;br /&gt;
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a) Where were the lifeguards? b) If there were, and when the girls' corpses were recovered, why the fuck no one took them to a secluded area where they can be away from the public's view? c) Why were the beach-goers&amp;nbsp;criticized&amp;nbsp;when they were probably confused as to what they could do for the poor dead children? What &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; they expected to do anyway, sing a bereavement hymn? d) Why wasn't there a paramedic available at the beach with their ambulance for emergencies like this? Isn't that one of the required mandatory safety rules for &lt;i&gt;any &lt;/i&gt;beaches? I live in Malaysia(notorious for poor customer service and manners) yet I have seen a paramedic tent with a van nearby for situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's sad that the girls were left unattended like that for 3 HOURS but as the popular Psychology finding goes "in a crowd, people respond&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;poorly to emergency situations".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-2305919444095557388?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Indian films have a habit of referring to their actors as 'hero' and 'heroine'. It irks me to no end when none of these men and women have done anything noteworthy(correct me if I'm wrong) other than to have acted in movies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;From what I know hero/heroines are&amp;nbsp;persons who,&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;opinion&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;others,&amp;nbsp;has&amp;nbsp;heroic&amp;nbsp;qualities&amp;nbsp;or has&amp;nbsp;performed&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;heroic&amp;nbsp;act&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;regarded&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;model ideal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Actors are entertainers. They perform to a crowd of audience. Hence, calling them heroes is an insult of actual heroes who are out there - think of soldiers who are fighting for our country, people who are dedicated to serving the poor and less fortunate and most importantly - our parents are also heroes and heroins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I should think we must start referring to Indian actors who are the main characters of their story(when are they &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; the main characters of their movies?) as&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; LEADING ACTORS/MAN&lt;/span&gt; or for females - &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;LEADING ACTRESSES/LADY&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;nbsp;I strongly and firmly believe this is the correct term that we should all start using.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I understand, that'll be like asking for pigs to fly.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jerusha Abbot prefers being called Judy. Who wouldn't be, her name was chosen from an abandoned gravestone in the orphanage she lives. An inmate in the John Grier Orphanage. She hates the orphanage. Being the oldest, she is often the&amp;nbsp;recipient&amp;nbsp;of Mrs.Lippet's outbursts. Mrs Lippet is a well-meaning but stern woman.&lt;br /&gt;
A naturally humorous and spirited young lass, she wrote an essay entitled Blue Wednesday that highlighted her mundane and lackluster life in the orphanage. Her 'blue' life turned pretty colorful when an eccentric aristocrat read her essay and decided to support her education till college.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Judy can't imagine her luck. She gets to leave the orphanage and have an education that'll get her far in life for someone of her station.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Her benefactor, Daddy Long-Legs is nicknamed thus because of the brief moment she caught sight of him before he left the place. She vividly remembered how he was so tall that his legs towered.&lt;br /&gt;
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Judy is to write letters to Daddy reporting her progress in studies. In her academic life, she encounters people from various background and how she is part of their lives - adding&amp;nbsp;mischief&amp;nbsp;here and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is absolutely my favourite book of all time. I have read it twice and enjoyed them immensely each time. I am thinking of reading it again. This is one book that never fails to bring delight to my heart. I feel nothing but happiness as I turn the pages in the book. This is by far THE most adorable book ever written, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hik hik hik...a little memo I wrote upon&amp;nbsp;purchasing&amp;nbsp;this book. Don't look at me like that - I was REALLY happy when I finally got this in my hands. Im sure you have that one book that relates to you and seem so natural to put yourself in it because there's this special connection -&amp;nbsp;unexplainable&amp;nbsp;but it exists. I feel so at home reading this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-4605999335225105638?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's THAT time of the year again. Not even Deepavali, Thaipusam. Well, scratch that, every other family gathering you can ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;
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Relatives are an interesting lot. You get to see the difference between the last time you saw them 6 months ago and now. Half a year ago, your aunt Ruth sported an afro, now she's bald. That ugly cousin everyone pokes fun of? Turns out she made quite an impressive makeover and is now the most beautiful of all the girls in your family. Kinda make you regret when you laughed along during all those times she was teased, dontcha? The junkie cousin? He's now a top student in his university. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;
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No, these are not my relatives, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hearing fun, funny, interesting and defintely baffling stories from my friends with large families I have noticed a consistent pattern in the types of relatives in each of our families. This may not apply to all but take it with a spinch of salt, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;
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a) The Cheek-Pinchers&lt;br /&gt;
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The culprits usually being old aunties, grandma's and older cousins who sees you every other family occasion and goes OMG WOT IS THIS IM SEEING SHEELA'S DAUGHTERRR HAVE GROWN SOOOOOO BEEEEGGG!!!". Please bear with them. They mean well it's just that their enthusiasm rubs off on you excessively.&lt;br /&gt;
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b) The Bragger.&lt;br /&gt;
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This happens when you have aunties who have children around the same age as you. They would take this opportunity to brag about every little accomplishment their little Laddoo have made so far and not so subtly, they would ask "so, wot have you beeeen do-eeng?". Oh, nothing - I was recruited as a member for my department gazette, scored above C's last semesters, had a lecturer kept a copy of my Human Personality assignment because she seems to taken a liking to it, &amp;nbsp;started a blog that has 1000 its per day, officially read over 500 books, completed my diploma with distinction, pursuing a well-sought degree in a prestigious university and had a popular article published in The Star newspaper when I was 16 years old, Oh, do you know that aspiring singer who's famous in YouTube now? She's my friend of 10 years. So...your son scored 10A's for SPM? Good for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't push your luck, lady. I can be malicious if I so choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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c) The Scrooge&lt;br /&gt;
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When family members visit, it's the hosts' and the rich guy's job to treat everyone at least once with a meal. The scrooge is rich but when it comes to taking out the wallet from his pockets, crocodiles seem to be in them since he's so reluctant to reach for it. But beware! The Scrooge never gives anyone anything, but is the first one to take the dishes on the table.&lt;br /&gt;
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d) The favourite aunt/uncle&lt;br /&gt;
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They're the life of the party. Everyone likes their company, everyone listens to what they have to say. You look forward to their company. They're always equipped with stories that lull you to sleep at nghttime. These are also the same relatives that becomes your accomplice in pulling pranks on other members.&lt;br /&gt;
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e) The Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone avoids them. They don't hate them, mind you just that they or you dont want to be seen with such people. They could be a family member who's into drugs or something deviant in the eyes of society. Poor souls but life is like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah~~~ it was liberating to finally write up this article. I had this in my mind for a long time now. Friendly reminder, this was written sincerely from the heart with no apparent malicious intention to anyone who felt sour after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Think about this before you consider suicide... you are special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;"So you want to kill yourself? Because no one cares about you. Your family hates you. Right? No. Your parents walking in your room in the morning to only find a dead body. They’ll try their hardest to not think negative, and to just think that you’re fooling around. Then they’ll start shaking you. Why aren’t you breathing? They’ll be broken. Tears. Many tears. More tears than you ever shed. Was it ...them? Were they the reason you did this? More tears. Pain. Every day. Every night. Every single second of every day. Guilt. More guilt. What about your best friends? They’re not going to care. Right? No. What’s the first thing that will go through their mind when your principal comes in and tells the class that you’re not alive. While your best friend sits there in tears. That girl that you’d smile at but never talk to? She’s now crying. The boy who used to kick you under the table just to annoy you? He’ll be shocked. He’ll be devastated. He’ll blame himself. What about your teacher? Thoughts crossing her mind. She’ll question if you did it because she didn’t make school comfortable enough for you. Pain. Devastation. All in one. Who organizes your funeral? Who has to go through your stuff? Clothes? Notes? Those few older girls who used to give you daggers at school? They’ll feel regret. They’ll blame themselves. See, if you killed yourself today, you’ll never know what might of happened tomorrow. You’ll never know because you’re dead. Plain dead. Not breathing. Not alive. Just dead. Your family hates themselves for it. Your best friend then falls into depression. Tears. Tears. More tears than a river. All because you killed yourself because you thought no one would care. Right? You are loved. By many. Someone right now is thinking of you. And right now, I’m thinking about anyone who has thought or is considering suicide. You are beautiful. No matter if you’re black, white, homosexual, tall, short, overweight or anorexic. You are beautiful. You want to kill yourself? Think about it first. There’s no coming back. And I promise, if you do it, you are not only hurting yourself, you are hurting many. You are creating more tears than you led yourself to. You are making everyone miserable and making them all feel guilt and pain. Never will they feel whole like they used to when they had you. You are beautiful. And you are never ever alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Stay strong ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In a small island, there lived a community of native where they live a simple life of farming, hunting, trading etc. Their main source of wealth was a tree that produces a powerful sap that can cure anything. Foreigners got hold of this knowledge and seized the island, conquering the natives and taking over the ownership of the sap.&lt;br /&gt;
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The foreigners have mass produced this tree sap as medicine and making good money out of it. They enslaved the natives as the workers to extract the sap from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;
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One such native girl, tired of the tyranny of the foreigners, led a revolution to revolt against these bastards.&lt;br /&gt;
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After much careful planning with recruiting and making an escape plan, we suceeded.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember a group of myself and some boys infiltrated their HQ and threatening the big boss to kill him and his family if they&amp;nbsp;don't&amp;nbsp;leave. Also, I killed a fat guy with an afro. I don't even know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;
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We eventually won and we all held hands in a long line and jumped from a tunnel, ran towards a vast field of green and trees and butterflies and colorfulbirds happily sucking the sweet nectar that is the tree sap.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember the joy of freedom after much confinement and I thought to myself - is this how it feels to be truly liberated?&lt;br /&gt;
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I loved that free feeling. Will I ever feel it again? I wanna be in that field running again holding hands with a bunch of people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-2718746112245215984?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Once, there was an incompetent girl. She thought she was boss and things would go her away. One incident proved her otherwise and she learned her lesson the hard way,&lt;br /&gt;
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It started with her volunteering for a group task that needed only one person to complete. She failed miserably in that task, all because she got hungry and forgot all about her little mission after getting her stupid fat stomach full.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, if she was the only one affected, she could have rectified things somehow or rather. But since this was a group work everyone in it was affected.&lt;br /&gt;
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The shit she went through was the perfect retribution for her carelessness. They say "don't swallow much more than you can chew". That's exactly what I did - having never had leadership experience, I took on the job like nobody's business only to disappoint everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;
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The just punishment I received was that I ended up working with a group that didn't quite want me there and on some occasion, "showed their fangs". It was a long semester so I had no choice but to endure it.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was last semester and God knows how suicide-invoking that was.&lt;br /&gt;
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This semester however, I had been given a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had finished an assignment pretty late due to a festival holiday, so it was all last minute. But the door that opened for the salvation of my redemption was this - who could make it tomorrow early enough to pass it when the lecturer asks for it first thing in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;
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This was it. My second chance. I grabbed.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning, I woke up early, commuted to my Uni and managed to hand it over as soon as the lecturer asked for it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mission: Hand assignment to lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;
Status: SUCCESS.&lt;br /&gt;
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I felt nothing but relieve. A warm sense of relaxation came over me and I knew my guilt was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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IT WAS OVER.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank heavens and everything that's divine for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a different note:&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in a bad mood today despite my little victory so I left my whimsical self to take reign over me. The result was 3 Subway cookies and a haircut&amp;nbsp;everybody&amp;nbsp;in my house hates. Even Tiffany let out a little&amp;nbsp;scoff, the cheeky four-legged devil.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a reason for this haircut too. I had planned to start everything anew this New Year. That was my New Year's resolution. I had discarded MANY of my old ways/stuff to make way for the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Dumbledore said &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Hence, this haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it's VERY short. Hold your panties, girl. It'll grow like every other goddamned hair. 'Sides, about time I get rid of those split ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This also marks the end of my whimsical spending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a fine morning in Ikebukuro. A young small town lad descends the train in Ikebukuro station to meet his&amp;nbsp;childhood&amp;nbsp;friend. Seeking excitement and new adventures here in Ikebukuro as a change of scenery in his mundane small-town life. This young lad is up for a surprise when he get involved with Ikebukuro's many underground subculture - of the secret society known as The Dollars, the notorious gangster group calling themselves Yellow Scarves, a bartender with superhuman strength, a headless rider, a slasher who makes an&amp;nbsp;appearance&amp;nbsp;every now and then leaving marks on her victims but never killing them and a certain informant who plays with the lives of others. Here, he discovers what's he made of, what's really important to him and some real life lessons that changed him for the better.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Ryugamine Mikado*~&lt;br /&gt;
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Very popular in his school and among otakus as having a name "that sounds like a protagonist's name in a manga". Mikado is a shy and reserved boy, often clueless about things around him. Don't let his poker face fool you, he is the cause of a major revolution in Ikebukuro. He is the young lad who arrived in Ikebukuro as a change of scenery and to meet with his childhood friend. 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Kida Masaomi*~&lt;br /&gt;
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A happy-go-lucky, easy-going and cheerful boy. His hobbies include trying to get girls to drink with him. He likes his classmate Sonohara Anri and cares deeply for his childhood friend, Ryugamine Mikado. He is the ringleader for the notorious gangster gang Yellow Scarves. 17 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Sonohara Anri*~&lt;br /&gt;
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Mikado's and Kida's classmate. Very popular in school for being very pretty and...having impressive chest. Her parents died when she was very young and actually witnessing them die hence rendering her&amp;nbsp;apathetic. She is secretly loved by both her classmates but choosing Mikado in the end. She is revealed to be Saika, the slasher.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Izaya Orihara*~&lt;br /&gt;
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A 23 year old Informant who likes to toy with the lives of others solely because he's bored. He claims to love humanity yet behind many troublesome events he is the mastermind. He has a fierce rivalry with Heiwajima Shizuo, whom I personally thinks he really admires than his claims of Shizuo being an annoying&amp;nbsp;existence. He is also a member of The Dollars which is how he gets to scrape information about the outside world and Ikebukuro.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Shizuo Heiwajima*~&lt;br /&gt;
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A bartender with&amp;nbsp;super&amp;nbsp;strength. He hates violence, really, just that everytime he's pissed off he breaks a building. Shizu-chan is actually a very private person who minds his own business but it's people who pisses him off. He has a reputation of being quite good looking "looks like a movie star" as he's often described as - so he's quite popular among women. He is a member of the Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;
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~*Celty Sturlusson*~&lt;br /&gt;
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A Dullahan from Ireland who got her head stolen by a visiting Japanese scientist. Hence, she truly is the urban legend in Ikebukuro that a headless rider rides a motorcycle that makes neighing sounds like a horse. She is now in Japan with a black-market doctor whom she lives with and working various jobs assigned to her at the same time finding clues about her stolen head. Celty is at least a 1000 years old and was once partner with Shizuo but broke up because of his violent temper. She fell in love with the black market doctor she's living with and a wedding seems to be in place. She's also a member of the Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;
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Durarara!! is one such anime that has fantastic storyline that somehow brilliantly shows how each of the main characters lives are entwined, whether or not they realize it. It has amazing new-age soundtrack, natural dialogues that are rare for an anime and relatable characters. Each episodes highlights an event in the very happening Ikebukuro and how each characters contribute into making it happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Plot: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;
Characters: 10/10&lt;br /&gt;
Soundtrack: 10/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-1218567484871103992?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With the increasing attention to India through the medium of superhit movies like Enthiran, 3 Idiots, Slumdog Millionaire and many more movies that garnered international attention, it came to my attention that foreigners becoming more and more curious about my Motherland.&lt;br /&gt;
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In conjunction with the upcoming Indian festival Thaipusam(which takes place in Feb 7th 2012), I would like to take this opportunity to briefly touch about a piece of my rich culture.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is Thaipusam?&lt;br /&gt;
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The Myth: Lord Siva and Goddess Parvathi was given a mango by Naratha. They couldn't decide to whom they could give it to so they told both their sons that whoever takes it around the world fastest may have the mango.&amp;nbsp;Lord Murugan was excited to show his love for his parents, immediately dashed off to go around the world. Ganesha, on the other hand, thought for a brief while and much to Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvathi's surprise, held the mango in his hands and walked &lt;i&gt;around them&lt;/i&gt;, meaning his parents are his world and they have his utmost love above all. Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvathi were extremely satisfied with the answer and praised Ganesha. Murugan heard of this and became angry. In a fit of rage, he left his home. Ganesha was stricken to have lost his brother this way, held a parade filled with offerings and many festivities to cajole his little brother home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;*there are many versions of how Thaipusam came about but this is my favourite version. If you want clarificaion as to which one is the true story, don't be shy to ask a Hindu Guru*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;*Some corrections have been made after a nice commenter pointed out my mistake in the story of Thaipusam*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu9YOB5-pIM/TyKDsly0hII/AAAAAAAACt4/V8OlO4qCcOg/s1600/tumblr_luo0c4Qdw91qf35ako1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu9YOB5-pIM/TyKDsly0hII/AAAAAAAACt4/V8OlO4qCcOg/s400/tumblr_luo0c4Qdw91qf35ako1_500.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvathi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUvl2bwZBWU/TyKD29lEwsI/AAAAAAAACuA/wTifC9m1P8Q/s1600/GANESH_by_VISHNU108.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUvl2bwZBWU/TyKD29lEwsI/AAAAAAAACuA/wTifC9m1P8Q/s400/GANESH_by_VISHNU108.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Ganesha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BNhyBYfz7o/TyKEB9h3wqI/AAAAAAAACuI/zam__bCdpSI/s1600/Muruga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9BNhyBYfz7o/TyKEB9h3wqI/AAAAAAAACuI/zam__bCdpSI/s400/Muruga.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Murugan - The One Who Got Away LOL ABISHTU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Hence, a tradition was born where people carry offerings of milk, &lt;i&gt;santhanam&lt;/i&gt; and honey and many more as a medium to bring Murugan back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Offerings&amp;nbsp;of milk, honey and &lt;i&gt;santhanam&lt;/i&gt; are known as Pal Kodam. Devotees wear yellow/orange traditional Indian outfits as it is considered a sacred color. Devotees who decided to take Pal Kodam must be vegetarian from 3 days to one week.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mpgODT_MFE/TyKEe4TwwsI/AAAAAAAACuQ/Zi7oZ6a0L0o/s1600/milk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7mpgODT_MFE/TyKEe4TwwsI/AAAAAAAACuQ/Zi7oZ6a0L0o/s400/milk.jpg" width="398" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a) Milk&lt;br /&gt;
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Milk is offered as a symbol to receive longevity.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaFob0zYqxo/TyKEprP5LuI/AAAAAAAACuY/aH32jnsm7kI/s1600/SandalwoodBE_lo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="391" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaFob0zYqxo/TyKEprP5LuI/AAAAAAAACuY/aH32jnsm7kI/s400/SandalwoodBE_lo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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b) &lt;i&gt;Santhanam&lt;/i&gt; (Sandalwood paste)&lt;br /&gt;
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Santhanam is offered as a symbol to receive luck in money.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tIlGXbJTc/TyKEvREcgTI/AAAAAAAACug/7cnjLmr-5oY/s1600/honey-kills-bacteria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2tIlGXbJTc/TyKEvREcgTI/AAAAAAAACug/7cnjLmr-5oY/s400/honey-kills-bacteria.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
c) Honey&lt;br /&gt;
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Honey is offered as a symbol to receive blessings in education. So students out there who are sitting for major exams this year, take note.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLgKBaTWFbU/TyKE4SLTZ2I/AAAAAAAACuo/55cGb-41tpQ/s1600/thaipusam3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GLgKBaTWFbU/TyKE4SLTZ2I/AAAAAAAACuo/55cGb-41tpQ/s400/thaipusam3.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Kavadi:&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a dance-like parade involving devotees impaling themselves with spikes attached to lemons and lime. Devotees go into a translike state and dance throughout the parade accompanied by booming musical&amp;nbsp;instruments. Devotees who decide take kavadi must go on a strict vegetarian diet for one whole week.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bksc_7lU8B8/TyKFBYli0AI/AAAAAAAACu0/0HXwUjxnEJ8/s1600/Thaipusam_005_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bksc_7lU8B8/TyKFBYli0AI/AAAAAAAACu0/0HXwUjxnEJ8/s400/Thaipusam_005_small.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's not uncommon to see foreigners taking part in the Kavadi. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If you're planning a vacation to another country do stop by/consider Malaysia as your destination because you won't even see this in India Thaipusam is pretty much a Malaysian thing. This happens only once a year so do take this opportunity to take part in this very colorful and happening event.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dossvedanya! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-734879349051549467?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nanban(literally&amp;nbsp;meaning Friend) is the Tamil remake of Bollywood's 3 Idiots. The storyline, characters and theme is exactly the same as the Bollywood version but the unique touch of South Indian cinema deserved it's own attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Pari is a gifted student who loves&amp;nbsp;engineering. Venkat wants to be a wildlife photographer yet due to his family obligations he studied&amp;nbsp;engineering&amp;nbsp;together with his buddies Pari and Senthil - comes from a poor family&amp;nbsp;described&amp;nbsp;as having come "straight from a melancholic Tamil epic" -&amp;nbsp;decrepit&amp;nbsp;father, long suffering mother, unmarried sister close to spinsterhood but he's extremely hardworking fellow. Senthil and Venkat were normal grade-hounding students until Pari comes along and teaches them the joy of learning and living life to it's fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6m4COz-Jf3M/Tx_jOj-0QUI/AAAAAAAACr0/DeE-O3BmjVs/s1600/Vijay-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6m4COz-Jf3M/Tx_jOj-0QUI/AAAAAAAACr0/DeE-O3BmjVs/s400/Vijay-1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actor Vijay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Here is Panchavan "Pari" Pariventhen aka Kosaksi Pasupugazh. A spirited young man who is the glue to everyone and everybody. Trust Pari to brighten up your day with his comical antiques and zest.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQOrfDrhupE/TyBAhJ6iT9I/AAAAAAAACs0/JJcjoC6YkWY/s1600/srikanth-stills66.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQOrfDrhupE/TyBAhJ6iT9I/AAAAAAAACs0/JJcjoC6YkWY/s400/srikanth-stills66.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actor Srikanth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Venkat Ramakrishnan.&amp;nbsp;A rather clueless student who is very impressionable - seen with how he regards Pari very highly: even idolizes him. *bromance* cough *bromance*. After 3 years of wasting his life studying engineering, he finally gathered up the courage to open up to his father about his unwillingness to continue a career in engineering and he would be a lot happier doing what he loves. Guess who got a professional camera later that day?&amp;nbsp;He is supposed to represent the child that is forced to study a course of his parent's choice because that's what had been decided for him since he was born.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;My own story is that my both my parents wanted me to be a&amp;nbsp;pediatrician(&lt;i&gt;I don't even like kids!&lt;/i&gt;). Years later, Yours Truly was seen taking an honors Diploma in Counselling and currently pursuing a Degree in Psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzJ6tSBzGZQ/Tx_lfS0DIAI/AAAAAAAACsE/i7JFQ5umHk4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzJ6tSBzGZQ/Tx_lfS0DIAI/AAAAAAAACsE/i7JFQ5umHk4/s400/images.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actor Jeeva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sevalkodi Senthil.&amp;nbsp;Due to the pressure of wanting to provide a better future for his family, he jumped off the principal's building when asked to choose between him and Pari. In the meantime of him in a coma, he had time to reflect about his life, decisions and things that he had been doing wrong. Senthil is always seen praying and studying like a typical Asian kid as he is representation of a student trying his best to achieve his dreams but pressure of it all made it worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anC1N-fqreo/Tx_lpHkhpZI/AAAAAAAACsM/tcydkrIbGDU/s1600/virus+satyaraj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-anC1N-fqreo/Tx_lpHkhpZI/AAAAAAAACsM/tcydkrIbGDU/s400/virus+satyaraj.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actor Satyaraj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Virumandi Santhanam aka Virus. He got his name purely because of his&amp;nbsp;existence. His&amp;nbsp;stickler attitude and severe&amp;nbsp;disciplinarian&amp;nbsp;approach had cost him the life of a student and almost that of Senthil. Virus is the dean of the fictitious prestigious engineering school in India. He represents the typical Indian parent - child must either be a doctor or engineer or else he/she is worth nothing, utmost filialty is expected of the child and he(the parent) must have the final word for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ria Santhanam. She is Virus' daughter and I think she's pursuing&amp;nbsp;gynaecology/obstetrician course. Pari broke her engagement to an irritating dandy, helped her send Senthil's father to the hospital and finally, falling for Pari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Srivatsan (Silencer). Notorious for his gaseous emissions, he was named Silencer because...well, imagine you're studying....and all of a sudden there's an unearthly stench wafting around the room. His method of&amp;nbsp;studying&amp;nbsp;is the classic memorize word-to-word and passing all of them. Silencer has a fiercer rivalry with Pari for he strives to be better than Pari yet Pari always surpasses him for reasons known. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As someone who doesn't know a word of Hindi I found that the Tamil version was A LOT easier to comprehend. The jokes were funnier too in Tamil, the acting was more natural and down-to-earth and the atmosphere was more relatable to South Indian families like myself. Out of 10, this Tamil remake earns &amp;nbsp;a full 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nevertheless, the original Hindi version cast deserves their own mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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...Im such a creeper. That aside, I was browsing thorugh blogs and noticed that at least &lt;u&gt;once &lt;/u&gt;they would feature hot guys according to their opinion. I thought to myself &amp;nbsp;"Why don't &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; do one?".&lt;br /&gt;
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Have fun drooling.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Vlad Sokolovsky&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im sorry, but I have a fetish for foreign men - especially the blonde blue-eyed heartbreaking devils like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;2. Ganesh Venkatraman&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;South Indian model with bewitching penetrating eyes. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. Vikram&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;most talented/versatile/amazing actor in Tamil cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. Shahid Kapoor&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those...lips...*dies of heart palpitations*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5. Bharath&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't like baby-faced boys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. Imran Abbas&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Imran Abbas dammit. Do I need to explain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Davey Wavey&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This man has an amazing personality. He's gay though. ='\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-3561274515820008215?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On page 38 of this really insightful workbook, I answered the following question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;List ten things you feel fortunate that life has given you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. A Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If it wasn't for my mom who gave me food, shelter and a good education, I might probably be a street kid going in and out of rehabs or even worse, be an orphan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Maturity and Insight beyond my people's age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not to brag but when I was a teenager, I knew rights and wrongs. I led a very guarded life. I observed my peers making mistakes to a point that they will never be the same again. I don't want to be like that. I took their mistakes as a warning from Divine Power telling me not to be one of these kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't have much dirt you can dig from my past. I kept everything secret.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Talent in writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not to a great extent but I am one of the few population in Malaysia where I believe is the better percentage of people who have what it takes to write. Hence, the birth of this blog. As a teenager, I was depressed and suicidal - almost ended it at many points - writing gave me a passage to express my innermost thoughts when no one else was willing to hear me out. Or perhaps it was I who needed to swallow my pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. A fierce tenacity and independence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I just realized that I am the sort of person who NEVER gives up. I try to solve problems to the most possible extent that I can, exhausting myself in the way but what was important was I had put in effort so all was not lost. I had the ability to form back-up plans every time. I had also found independence in my actions - I &lt;i&gt;rarely&lt;/i&gt; rely on others for my problems. Sure, I bitch about it to my friends J and K, but in the end I don't mope around for long. I wipe my tear-stricken tears, stand up, show the finger to whomever's messing it up for me and march on. As they say if life gives you lemon, make lemonade. I hated to lose. I wanted to win at all cost.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Good Looks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hold your horses. I am not supermodel gorgeous per se, but compared to many people. I am actually not that bad looking. A little on the chubby side but I have no deformities that cripple my daily life. I have good eyes that see, a rather pretty mouth(as my relatives and a few friends declared), a unique face that is often mistaken for a foreigner, arms and legs that enables mobility, a tall height for a girl. My female&amp;nbsp;instincts&amp;nbsp;often coil at my reflection in the mirror but other than that - I'm not that bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ps: just you wait till my period kicks in. Everything I have just said becomes automatically contradicting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Intelligence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Allow me the liberty to brag here. I have always been above average. English, Biology and Physics were my strongest subjects. My grades are also above average. I should think I am incredibly lucky not to be born with any learning disorders. I have it well than most of my peers who struggle in education. So what's there to complain. I love the fact that studying comes naturally to me. It is a gift many students would &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. Good sense of direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Excusez-moi. I am a female who remembers roads very well, believe it or not. Most females I know can get lost in their favourite malls I need only go to a place once and I can remember crook and nannies and their landmarks. Thanks to this masculine talent, I am a well sought-after companion for exploration car rides.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;8. Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am. When I am in dire trouble, I just put my faith in Almighty, praying silently that He give me strength to endure whatever trouble I am going through at that moment. Do not&amp;nbsp;underestimate&amp;nbsp;Divine Power. As Tiana's father said in The Princess and The Frog "&lt;i&gt;Yes, you wish and you dream with all your little heart. But you remember, Tiana, that old star can only take you part of the way. You got to help him with some hard work of your own. And then... Yeah, you can do anything you set you mind to.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;9. Spiritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Countless trial and tribulations have made me realize the&amp;nbsp;inevitable&amp;nbsp;presence of God Almighty in my life. Just when I&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;give up, some miracle happens. I absolutely love the fact that I am able to admit freely that I believe in God without&amp;nbsp;getting&amp;nbsp;red in the cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. Imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thank God for making me an out-of-the-box thinker! With me stretching my imagination to the farthest I can, no wonder I spend most of my time daydreaming! &amp;lt;3 =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Writing this post has been especially enlightening. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Enduring a painfully boring Career Guidance lecture, I stopped briefly from my semi-sleep mode to be interrupted by possibly the most entertaining part of the lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a simple question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;List 10 people who would help you when you need them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see from the blurry picture above there are about 6 names out of 10 which in my personal opinion came to me as a&amp;nbsp;pleasant&amp;nbsp;surprise because I never knew there was this much people I trusted despite being somewhat of an antisocial. (antisocial...too strong a word don't ya think? More like extreme shyness. There, that sounds cuter).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The last point may seem like a joke but I was dead serious. If all else fails, I'll use my feminine charms(one of my senior's catch-phrase) and get easy money. Note: only when truly desperate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The rabbit for a girl is said to be ideal transformation and for a boy, the dog/another canine. So far there are only one rabbit girl and one wolf boy(totally hot) and these two are presumed to hook up and they did. The rabbit girl got a bouncy, trouncy fun-fun-fun-fun-fun personality and the wolf boy was dark and sombre. A complete contrast to his lover. His human form had green-black spiky hair and he bunked with his 3 other&amp;nbsp;roommates.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKbTk_iNGUM/TxUfXHaBLII/AAAAAAAACoA/PeTNhe75Vh0/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKbTk_iNGUM/TxUfXHaBLII/AAAAAAAACoA/PeTNhe75Vh0/s400/cats.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you just imagine it? These two? Oh yeah. CUTE! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before that, let me tell you about this little kingdom. Looks like an ice kingdom where boys and girls live separately. They meet in the daytime and at nighttime they go to their separate places for rest etc. We seem to be a labourer community where each person have their own tasks. The boys are mostly miners and heavy-duty workers(construction), the girls being farmers and hunters.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a hierachy between the girl's community - The Separates and The Togethers.&lt;br /&gt;
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My clan is enemies with the Separates so I guess I am one of the Togethers. One of the girls(a bird transformation) was kidnapped by the Separates. Myself and a few others went in disguise in the Separates territory to save Arietta(the girl with the bird transformation). The Separates have a habit of wearing reds in their attire so it was easy to blend in.&lt;br /&gt;
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We got found out and suffice to say things weren't peachy. Arietta put a spell on her that made her blend in with the curtain. The Separates had a hard time unlocking each and every curtain, fluffing them out so they could puff her out. It was comical to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had a pretty tough fight with the Separates and eventually won. We went home with our rescued friend and turns out as soon as I got home, bright white light engulfed me and voila! My animal transformation is complete! I was also a rabbit besides the other girl! I was an immediate sensation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was small and fluffy and white, with short ears. I met with the Grand Mother - the ruler of the girls - and sat on her lap, well actually she carried me into her lap and I fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I fell asleep, my dream focal point switched to the Grand Mother and surprisingly, beside her, the wolf boy and his bunkmates were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking at the sound-sleeping wolfboy, I heard her saying "perhaps it is time for you to meet your intended".&lt;br /&gt;
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The dream swirled into the wolf-boy's sleeping face and it was then that I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGT1WB_G6MQ/TxFptYNUDqI/AAAAAAAACnY/RzVLwnLDXyA/s1600/Rohypnol.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CGT1WB_G6MQ/TxFptYNUDqI/AAAAAAAACnY/RzVLwnLDXyA/s400/Rohypnol.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Rohypnol TAKTIK BARU PEROGOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Menurut laporan Polis seorang wanita telah dirogol oleh 5 lelaki disebuah kelab malam di Singapura pada malam Sabtu sebelum ditinggalkan.Wanita tersebut tidak berupaya untuk mengingati kejadian malam tersebut, namun ujian mengesahkan bahawa beliau telah dirogol berulang kali dengan kesan rohypnol di dalam darahnya dan progestrex, sejenis pil “mencuci” yang kecil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dad...ah tersebut kini digunakan oleh perogol-perogol dan kemudian “mencuci” mereka. Progesterex dibekalkan kepada para Doktor haiwan untuk “mencuci” haiwan besar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Khabarnya Progesterex digunakan bersama Rohypnol, sebagai dadah “Dating” dan rogol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Apa yang mereka perlu lakukan ialah menitiskan Rohypnol ke dalam minuman si gadis, mangsa tersebut tidak akan ingat apa-apa pun esok paginya, apa yang berlaku kepadanya sepanjang malam tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Progesterex amat senang larut dalam minuman, akan “mencuci” agar simangsa tidak akan mengandung akibat dari perkosaan tersebut dan siperogol tidak bimbang untuk perlu menjalani ujian air mani dan DNA kemudian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kesan dadah ini adalah K*E*K*A*L terhadap si mangsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Prodesterex asalnya adalah untuk memandulkan kuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mana-mana wanita yang mengambilnya TIDAK AKAN MENGANDUNG SAMPAI BILA-BILA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Si durjana boleh memperolehi dadah ini boleh mendapatkan dadah ini dari pusat haiwan atau mana-mana universiti, dan ia diramalkan akan digunakan dengan berleluasa di kampus-kampus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tolong edarkan maklumat ini kepada semua yang anda kenali, terutama teman wanita dan gadis remaja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Berwaspada apabila anda keluar, jangan biarkan minuman anda terbiar tanpa dijaga oleh orang yang anda percayai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Jealousy and envy are nothing more than misplaced admiration. It is the degree to which they're&amp;nbsp;executed&amp;nbsp;that matters. By talking about envy and jealousy, I am also going to link this to the relevance of bullying.&lt;br /&gt;
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I, a noob uncertified psychologist have come up with my own categorization of bullying.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Harmless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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a) No involvement between perpetrator and victim&lt;br /&gt;
b) Perpetrator just watches from afar, thoughts preoccupied about victim.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;b&gt;Borderline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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a) Significant involvement.&lt;br /&gt;
b) Perpetrator influences victim, actions have impact on victim.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;b&gt;Severe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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a) Extreme involvement&lt;br /&gt;
b) Perpetrator actively engages in activities that effects victim severely on both physiologically and psychologically. This may be murder, torture, rape etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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My own experience as a bully victim have thought me much. It allowed me to have introspection and see from a neutral vantage point that sees from the perspectives of both the victim(you and I) and the&amp;nbsp;perpetrator. Let me bring to light what I have realized, which should have happened long ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing about bullies is they're extremely insecure of themselves. Their targets/victims are usually of people whom they regard as "above" them and possess characteristics that perpetrators want for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is this frustration on&amp;nbsp;unobtaining&amp;nbsp;the desired characteristics for themselves that prompts them to resort to underhanded methods we all know as bullying.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am in the opinion that if you are bullied, you should be flattered. Yes, as incredulous as it sounds: I am absolutely certain of my claim. You possess a quality that your bully longs to have. There is something good in you that your bully wants but is unable to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;
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BE PROUD OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;
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Having said that, this is no way a shout out to endure your pain. No. I would like to take the opportunity to empower those who are being bullied to stand up, speak up. &lt;b&gt;SHOUT!&lt;/b&gt; if you must so your bully know you mean business. Tackle the harrassment as long as you can endure. When you feel that you have reched your limit of enduring it, I strongly suggest that you involve an adult to settle things in a more effective way. An adult would act as a mediator who listens to both sides of the stories and come to a decision on how to effectively solve the drift between you and your bully. Ask your bully of the motive he/she is doing this.&lt;br /&gt;
Hear them out. For all we know, the root of this evil is nothing more than a misunderstanding. If the bully is doing it because of spite and unwarranted sadism, no one would blame you for being upset with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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If the case is serious ie your bully have gone physical on you than rest assured you are in good hands of people who would support you, ensuring your bully get his appropriate punishment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please don't be afraid to speak up. You do not have to endure such things for happiness is what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
If you're teenager, even if you're a 19 years old, it helps to tell someone of your misfortune. An adult confidant can be anyone - a trusted teacher, best friend, lover, family, relatives, school counsellor, anyone you feel closest with.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are a shy person like me, email &lt;i&gt;jo@samaritans.org&lt;/i&gt;. These are good online counsellors - free service - who provide professional help. You have the&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;of being&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;and have&amp;nbsp;a neutral&amp;nbsp;third party give helpful suggestions as per your case. Talk with them first, see what they&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;got to say about handling your bully case and from there pick up on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before you shoot me with accusations of racism against me, I just want to gently remind you that I am also an Indian and I take this as nothing more than a light and friendly jest against my own race. All in good fun people, all in good fun. Also, I stole this from someone's FB status so yeah it ain't mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6a_YoXabg4/Tw8JIJibbBI/AAAAAAAACl4/0b6CU7w0_Qs/s1600/27sl4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u6a_YoXabg4/Tw8JIJibbBI/AAAAAAAACl4/0b6CU7w0_Qs/s400/27sl4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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10. They come in a family pack. You get a mother, a father, a few sisters-in-law, half dozen cousins, and countless relatives for free.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9yh3tnMwP8/Tw8JZUPvAGI/AAAAAAAACmA/Op3hw1jwSJc/s1600/06surya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p9yh3tnMwP8/Tw8JZUPvAGI/AAAAAAAACmA/Op3hw1jwSJc/s400/06surya.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9. They would never leave you. They get fat and lazy too fast and no woman will ever be interested in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFY-mDfZhDM/Tw8J6Jv0QWI/AAAAAAAACmI/owRBxcNkZA8/s1600/ganesh4-gmh3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFY-mDfZhDM/Tw8J6Jv0QWI/AAAAAAAACmI/owRBxcNkZA8/s400/ganesh4-gmh3.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8. You will never get tired of hubby improvement projects. They come with countless imperfections and guaranteed to be really slow learners.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;7. Despite their crude exterior and rude attitude, they are docile at heart. They are well trained by their mother to follow orders from woman of the house. You are in control.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. They would be grateful all their lives; all other 37 girls they interviewed turned them down.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. They will be available all the time. They do not have any friends or social life or passion to keep them busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. You never have to worry about their past girlfriends: most likely they never had one, or in the rare case they had a girlfriend, she is too busy erasing the memory.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. You will earn the sympathy of everyone, even your worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. They will stop harassing you once you marry them.&lt;br /&gt;
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And number one reason for marrying an Indian man&lt;br /&gt;
1. For the rest of your life whenever you say “I could have done better,” you will be right.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 1st, 10th, 19th, 28th of any month,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are number 1....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, 29th of any month then&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are number 2...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 3rd, 12th, 21st, 30th of any month then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are number 3...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 4th, 13th, 22nd, 31st of any month then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are number 4...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 5th, 14th, 23rd of any month,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then you are number 5...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 6th, 15th, 24th of any month then,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are number 6...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 7th, 16th, 25th of any month then,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are number 7...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 8th, 17th, 26th of any month then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are number 8...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you were born on the 9th, 18th, 27th of any month then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you are number 9...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 1  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdYq_b3Y8Ko/Tw7JOhoLttI/AAAAAAAACkY/vm4BYTNwv0g/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gdYq_b3Y8Ko/Tw7JOhoLttI/AAAAAAAACkY/vm4BYTNwv0g/s400/1.jpg" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are smart, straight talking, funny, stubborn, hardworking, honest,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jealous on competing basis, kind hearted, angry, friendly, authorititative,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;famous person...always want to be and regarded as first on people  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;position, they are often like to be independent, will never be under  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;others, self confident people!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are most likely to fall in love in the younger age, but will get  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marry when you mature! You are likely to have problems with people who have opposite views  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you are most likely to take revenge over your  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enemies in a long time basis. You are a spender, but you will have a good profession in the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are guy you will be very popular that everybody will have mental attraction and respect at you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can go anywhere from the local shop to the heart of the parliament because you are positive and  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well talented in numerous issues!! But in your life you will always have some people who will work hard  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to bring you &amp;amp; your name down. This is undercover!! Coz of your smart behavior you will be hated by some people too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your family life is very cool, you will have a very nice partner &amp;amp;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wonderful children... You are pioneer, independent &amp;amp; original...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match is 4,6,8 good match is 3,5,7 !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 2  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWA-LYmO63Q/Tw7MluI61FI/AAAAAAAACkg/YlCnQpey4ws/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWA-LYmO63Q/Tw7MluI61FI/AAAAAAAACkg/YlCnQpey4ws/s400/2.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what, you will be loved by every one coz your ruler is the  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;moon and every one loves the Moon. Well.. You are a person who day dream a lot,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have very low-self confidence, you need back up for every move in your life, you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are very much unpredictable. Means you do change according to time and circumstances,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda selfish, have a very strong sense of musical, artistic talent, verbal communication.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your attitudes are like the Moon, comes to gloom and fade away so everybody can expect  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;changes in you. You can be a next Mahatma Gandhi who does peace love or you can be a  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hitler who wants to destroy the man kind and peace (I mean in the community and your own home).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you really have a deep thought about your own believe in God you can  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel the difference which will make you stronger! Most of the time your  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;words would be happening true! So without any knowledge  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can predict the situation. You will become poets, writers, any  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Artistic business people!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not strong in love, so you will be there and here till you get  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;marry.. If you are a girl you will be a responsible woman in the whole  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;family. If you are a man you will involve in fights &amp;amp; arguments in the family or  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vice-versa. Means you will sacrifice your life for the goodness sake of  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your family...You are gentle , intuitive with a broad vision, a power  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind the scenes, well balanced People!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match is 2 ,5 ,9 no other people can put up with you !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a person of hard hearted, selfish most of the times, religious,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loves to climb up in your life. You always tend to have lots of problems  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Within your family in the early stages but you will put up with everything..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have the strong word power, pretty happy face.. So wherever you go always  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have get what you want!!! And from the birth always wanted to work hard in order  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to achieve something.. You will not get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anything without hard work! When you reach a man/ woman age you want other younger  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ones to listen to you because you want younger people to respect people older than them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do set so many examples to others. Generally you are not a cool person. It's not easy  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thing dealing with you. A tough player you are! But once you like someone's attitude then  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here you go, what can I say? It will be a lasting friendship. You always have respect from others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your life seems to have lots of worries and problems but sure they won't be long.. You will always  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have brilliant kids!!! You love the money a bit too much so temptation will push you to endless  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying and trying.. If you are a guy then it's over. Looking after your family and help friends, so you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will spend a life time just being generous and kind (except 21st born men). And number 3's you will  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;be such an example of how to be in the culture &amp;amp; life!!! If you are girl then you have good character  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and culture &amp;amp; hardworking attitude. You always follow. You are a freedom lover, creative, ambition  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;focused, a person who brings beauty , hope &amp;amp; joy to this world!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match 6 ,9. Good match 1 ,3 ,5 !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 4  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmelqDHyWhU/Tw7N_deiw1I/AAAAAAAACkw/R1KGQhtlvYU/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmelqDHyWhU/Tw7N_deiw1I/AAAAAAAACkw/R1KGQhtlvYU/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are very stubborn too, very hard working but unlucky in important  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;matters in life, very cool, helpful, you have rough word power.. Might  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;put lots of people away from you, you may cause nuisance to others if you are a man,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you often understands others and their problems well. If you are a girl you are very  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good with studies and arts. If you are a guy you spend most of the time after girl friends  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(almost) at times, you will have sort of too much fun life with mates &amp;amp; girls. Your friends will  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spend your time &amp;amp; money and get away with their life and you will become empty handed and  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don ' t know what to do... So be careful!! You love to spend anyway!!! Your good will is you are  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always there to help family and friends. Tell you what you people are little gem! s, specially the girls..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You always fall in love in younger age as well. You often live with disappointments, for an example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you have got a degree in some thing... but you will be unemployed.. or will do very ordinary jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you will take care of your family very well...All you need to be careful of people who will take  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;advantage of your kind heart. And beware of your relations too.. You are radical, patient, persistent,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a bit old-fashioned, you live with foundation &amp;amp; order...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best Match 1, 8. Good match 5 ,6 , 7 !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 5  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are very popular within the community, you can get things done by  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just chatting..to even enemies! You have a pretty good business mind, you are often  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have no-idea what is today is like, or tomorrow is like, you are a person who does anything  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when your head thinks "lets do this". You will be famous if you open up a business,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get involve in share dealings, music etc.. Very popular with sense of humor ,you are  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one your friends and families will always ask for help, and you are the one actually  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;get money on credit and help your friends. You will have more than 1 relationship,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when u get settle down you will be a bit selfish anyway. Coz your other half will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have a pretty good amount of control in you, be careful! You tend to go for other relationships!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contacts even you are married at times ' coz your popularity.. You are someone who get along  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with anyone coz the number 5 is the middle number.. Changes &amp;amp; freedom lovers you are! You are  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an explorer with magic on your face. You learn your life through experience and it ' s your best teacher!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match 1 ,2 ,9. Good match 6 ,8 !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 6  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ooopppss..you are born to enjoy..... You don't care about others. I mean  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are always want to enjoy your life time, you are a carefree person. You will be  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very good in either education or work wise or business management! You are talented,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kind (but with only people who you think are nice), very  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful girls and guys, popular and more than lucky with anything in  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your lives. All the goodness does come with you. Your mind and body is just made perfect for love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are lovable by any other numbers. But if you are a number 6 man, you will experience kind of  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looks from most girls and will involve in more than few relationships until you get married. If you are girl,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;most of you will get marry/engaged early. You are a caring  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;person towards your family &amp;amp; friends . If you miss the half-way mark then you are about to suffer physically  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and mentally. Generally you will lead a very good inner-home happiness with nothing short of.... You are a person of compassion, comfort &amp;amp; fairness, domestic responsibility, good  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;judgment, and after all you can heal this world wounds to make peace for every life coz you have the great &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;power of caring talent to make this world of love one step further...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match 1, 6, 9. Good match 4, 5!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 7  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DewOxwDgDmQ/Tw7TTCLLZwI/AAAAAAAAClI/EIKbEny6AM8/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DewOxwDgDmQ/Tw7TTCLLZwI/AAAAAAAAClI/EIKbEny6AM8/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have got the attraction to anyone out there, you are realistic,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very confident, happy, such a talented individual with your education,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;music, arts, singing, and most importantly acting too. You have real problems  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with bad temper! If you are a girl, you are popular with the subjects listed above.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You give up things for your parents. I mean you value your family status a lot, you will be  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in the top rank when you reach a certain age. If you are a guy you are popular with girls,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are a very talented too. Most of the number 7s face lots of problems with their marriage life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only a very few are happy. You have everything in your life, but still always number 7s have some sort of unfullfilness, such worries all their lifetime. It ' s probably the Lord given you al! l sort of over the  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;standard humans talents and you are about to suffer in family life. So you need to get ready looking  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a partner rather than waiting. If you don ' t, then you might end-up single. So take care with this issue,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok? You are wonderful, friendly, artistic, happy person.. You are born to  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contribute lots to this world!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your best match is 2. Good matches are 1,4 !!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 8  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXW9G6I6qhE/Tw7TqNgIjKI/AAAAAAAAClQ/awNaPq14qvI/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JXW9G6I6qhE/Tw7TqNgIjKI/AAAAAAAAClQ/awNaPq14qvI/s400/8.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are a very strong personality, there's no one out there will  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;understand you. You are very good at pointing your finger at some thing and say "this is what".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are more likely to suffer from the early ages. I mean poverty. If your times are not good  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you might lose either of your  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parent and end up looking after your entire family. You often suffer all the way in life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The problems will not allow you to study further, but you will  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;learn the life in a very practical way. You are the one who will fight  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for justice and may die in the war too. You are normally very reserved with handful of  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friends and most of the time live life lonely and always  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;prepared to help others. Well. once you get married (which is often  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;late) then your bad lucks will go away a bit and you! u become safe. You will face un-expected  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;problems such as : the error, government, poisonous animals, accidents... You are some one with  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great discipline, persistence, courage, strength which will take you to success. You are a great part  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a family team.. You are a fighter!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Best match 1 ,4, 8. Good match 5 !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Number 9  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lO4RYk3E5k/Tw7TzuAQTXI/AAAAAAAAClY/hmQfDZcH2WI/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lO4RYk3E5k/Tw7TzuAQTXI/AAAAAAAAClY/hmQfDZcH2WI/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey...you guys are the incompatibles people in the world. You are so  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;strong, physically and mentally... You are often have big-aims. You will work  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hard and hard to get there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally you suffer in the early age from family problems and generally you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will have fighting life.. But when you  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;achieve what you have done, it ' s always a big task you have done! You are so much respected in  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the community, you are a person who can make a challenge and successfully finish the matter off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are very naughty in your younger age, often beaten up by your parents and involve in fights  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you seemed to have lots of injuries in your life time. But when u grow you become calm and macho type.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is not an easy matter for you. You are good in engineering or banking jobs coz people always trust you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your family life is very good, but will have worries over your children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your such qualities are humanitarian, patient, very wise &amp;amp; compassionate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are born to achieve targets and serve every one all equally without any prejudice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are totally a role model to anybody in the world for a great inspiration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your Best match 3, 5, 6, 9. Good match 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I write them down mostly based on my turbulent previous semester - things that I was observant and aware of, things that almost ruined my life but went ahead with it anyway. I'm not being a drama queen here, I'm serious. There were circumstances were I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it's a bad decision but went with it anyway. Knowing an error and acting upon is no longer a decision - it's a choice, and one must reap what one sow. I had learned it the hard way. For three weeks of semester break I had absolutely no peace of mind, endless sleepless nights and back pain from stress.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there have you, some lists(reminders, ahems) that serve as alert pointers to ensure I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;do not ever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; do something like that again. After receiving my results today, I knew somewhere in my heart that I have been given a second chance to proof myself and mark my word, I am not going to&amp;nbsp;disappoint&amp;nbsp;anyone ever again - I am going to proof my worth. Especially my&amp;nbsp;conscious. Weeks of mental unrest took it's tool on me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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As pet owners, we are thoroughly responsible for our little darlings. It matters not whether they're dogs, cats, bunnies, mice or reptiles - it's all the same especially matters regarding their health.&lt;br /&gt;
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As responsible pet owners, we worry a lot about their health. The main culprit to our unrest being parasitic entities like fleas and ticks that are out to suck the life out of our little babies.&lt;br /&gt;
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The nerve!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here, I'd like to take an opportunity to disclose some useful tips that I recently found for getting rid of those culprits for good. Trust me on this one, it works like magic.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Tiffany had always been a fit bundle of floof but being a toy breed, it renders her vulnerable to many illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;
No matter what we do, those infernal creatures from hell somehow finds a way.&lt;br /&gt;
The routine twice a week bath and medicinal supplements seem to do little to get rid of them so my mom resorted to a last ditch effort - traditional way!&lt;br /&gt;
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*heroic music ensues*&lt;br /&gt;
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What is to be done?&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Boil chikin pieces in a pot. Up to you to use which pieces - legs, thigh etc.&lt;br /&gt;
2) When there is some bubbles, pour one tablespoon of TURMERIC POWDER.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Boil the chikin until well-cooked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now what you should do is, test whether your pet is willing to eat those chikin. Cut the chikin pieces into small portions and see if they eat it. If they do, congrats! Now, what to do with the soup? Simply serve it for them to drink. If they drink it, congrats!&lt;br /&gt;
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Turmeric is a well-known medicine in my culture. It has powerful antibodies that can kill germs from within the body. Hence, when digested it enters the bloodstream. When ticks drink the now clean blood, they become toxic to it but for our pets, it's extremely beneficial. Next time, you can serve both the chikin and soup together as a meal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since removing the thicks from external didn't work, why shouldn't we try from the inside now? My momsey is truly a genius to have thought of this! Lubb yoo momsey.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you have your own tips on gettng rid of ticks, please share in the comment section below.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ha...sebagai tuan kita bertanggungjawab atas kesihatan haiwan peliharaan kita. Tak kira anjing, kucing, arnab, tikus, biawak dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dilemma paling besar tuan yang mempunyai haiwan berbulu adalah infestasi kutu atau fleas/ticks. Dah cuci macam mana pun, taruh ubat macam mana pun, ade je haiwan parasit nak kepo minum darah baby kita.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ish! Tak kuasa!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ha...di sini Willow nak kongsi petua menanggalkan parasit dari badan pets kita for good. Nescaya it berkesan!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Anjing saya Tiffany nih memang sihat malafiat tapi disebabkan dia anjing kecil maka senang parasit nak singgah.&lt;br /&gt;
Satu hari, mak saya dah muak tiap minggu cari kutu kat badan Tiffany nih. Tiffany mandi 2 kali seminggu, ubat supplement pun rajin diberi. Ade-ade sekor.&lt;br /&gt;
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So mak saya decide je lah nak guna cara tradisional. Apa yang boleh dibuat?&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Masakkan ayam dalam periuk sampai berbuih.&lt;br /&gt;
2) Bila dah berbuih sikit tuh, bubuh satu sudu besar SERBUK KUNYIT.&lt;br /&gt;
3) Masakkan sampai ayam dah cukup tengal.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekarang apa yang boleh dibuatnya, tinggalkan sup dulu dalam periuk. Ambil ayam jer, potong kecil-kecil dan tengok pets korang sudi makan ke tak. Kalo dia makan, tahniah. Bila dia dah makan habis ayam tuh, cuba korang bagi sup tuh kasi dia minum macam air. Kalo itu pun dia habiskan, tahniah sekali lagi!&lt;br /&gt;
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Khasiat kunyit memang hebat. Dia berfungsi sebagai antibodi dan medicine. Bila kunyit dah dihadam, ia bersalur ke darah lantaran menyebarkan khasiat ke darah. Bila parasit minum darah yang bersih ini, diorang pun mati sebab terlalu toksik untuk mereka, tapi bermanfaat kepada pets kita. Ha...bila cuba keluarkan kutu dari luar tak jadi, kita cuba dari dalam!&lt;br /&gt;
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Haaa! Camner? Bijak tak mak Willow? Cayang mak...Cayalah, dah sebulan kami buat resepi nih kat Tiffany, dah takde dah kutu dalam dia. Semua dah cabut! XD&lt;br /&gt;
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Bila korang bacakan pos nih, komen2 &amp;nbsp;dan sharelah yek resepi korang untuk buang kutu dari badan pets.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sekian.&lt;br /&gt;
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Versi English:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/tips-to-get-rid-of-fleas-and-ticks-from.html"&gt;http://talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com/2012/01/tips-to-get-rid-of-fleas-and-ticks-from.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6574170782107908142-3500021490597983291?l=talesofaluciddreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I must have been too absorbed in GetBackers for me to have had a dream about them. Well, this is actually a frequent occurence in my case whenever I finish watching an anime. The only anime I had repetitive dreams are Angelique.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once Hakuouki, 3 times Meine Liebe, My Little Pony, Daddy Long-Legs, YuYu Hakusho, Gensomaden Saiyuki and...oh my god so much more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine a quiet upperclass town. Grass is trimmed prettily flat and neat, glossy. In the middle there's a beautifully carved white marbel fountain. Now imagine a school bus stopping, few people getting down, one of them being me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently I was supposed to go to my assigned dormitory in another town and got lost by taking on the wrong bus. How unlike me. I am rather road-savvy you know. That aside.&lt;br /&gt;
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There I was - lost and confused. Scared shitless. Although the little posh town is well-kept, there seemed to be no inhabitants. It was quiet as a whistle.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was wondering around aimlessly carrying a huge brown luggage helplessly, some bushes behind me rustled. I turned around quickly and there they were.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dakkan-ya aka GetBackers Ban Midou and Amano Ginji. Striking their usual pose&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm Ban Midou and this is my aibou,"&lt;br /&gt;
"Amano Ginji! Yoroshiku!" and shook my hands vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I'm supposed to know who these guys are for I immediately asked "Are you supposed to retrive me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Definitely! Come, come! But before that! We received orders that we are to bring you around before sending you to your dorm!" Ginji was practically bouncing!&lt;br /&gt;
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So these two cuties dragged me off to first a restaurant filled with people. As Ban-chan and Ginji-kun were ravenously eating their meals I heard a loud thud behind me. Turns out there's a closet right behind me and it collapsed. After a moments of commotion, the owner came about looking extremely displeased.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my utter horror he blamed it on me because I was the closest to the closet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ban Midou was furious and took it upon himself to give the restaurant owner a piece of his mind and dashed off by flunging me on his shoulder, Ginji-kun carrying my bag.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up in a housing areas where we saw all the hoity-toity rich folks sitting in their fancy clothes and fancy meals. Ginji-kun was all oohh and aahh but Ban-chan was all "Cheh".&lt;br /&gt;
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After a few minutes of touring Ban-Chan and Ginji-kun decided that it was time for me to go to my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;
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With a heavy heart I had to depart with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ginji-kun gave me a big bear hug saying that they would definitely visit me when they have a chance. Ban-chan patted my head gently "We will meet again, kid."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes, it's a promise!" With that Ginji-kun and Ban-chan got on their Ladybug and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;
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