<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370</id><updated>2024-11-08T06:57:33.375-08:00</updated><category term="abstract"/><category term="coffee miracles......"/><category term="date"/><category term="expensive drink"/><category term="fashion"/><category term="gatherings"/><category term="getaway"/><category term="have fun"/><category term="heart"/><category term="heart transplant"/><category term="in search for love"/><category term="investigate"/><category term="kyu jung...kpop."/><category term="local migration"/><category term="love"/><category term="lovers"/><category term="luxury in singapore"/><category term="migration"/><category term="quench"/><category term="relax"/><category term="resort"/><category term="romantic"/><category term="singapore taste"/><category term="soulmates"/><category term="ss501"/><category term="swim"/><category term="taste"/><category term="travel"/><category term="twin heart"/><category term="unconditional love"/><category term="valentine"/><category term="wealthy thirst"/><category term="weekend fun"/><category term="what we dont see"/><category term="wine"/><category term="wine asia"/><title type='text'>@browntulips....</title><subtitle type='html'>inspirational&#xa;compositions&#xa;poems&#xa;articles&#xa;coffee &#xa;stories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-6482435689108990644</id><published>2013-04-15T19:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-15T19:36:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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..I don&#39;t care whats on the other side, I just wanna get there. Even if it would take me my whole life trying to reach it. I don&#39;t give a damn, just as long as I can get there.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No matter how hard or how easy the obstacle will be, they are just like the glass wall that&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;more &amp;nbsp;than willing enough to break just to get to other side that I am looking through it&lt;/div&gt;
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For every one of us who never had problem eating our meal three times a day. Some&amp;nbsp; of our friends around asia may have been suffering crisis. This picture above may look as just a normal noodle for a common eyes. But if you try to observe it beyond the naked&amp;nbsp; lens, you can derive a definition which can be apply to giving value in life&#39;s blessings we&amp;nbsp; have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pot of Gold. Yes, I call&amp;nbsp; it&amp;nbsp; pot of gold. During hard times,&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; pot o f this noodle&amp;nbsp; could help&amp;nbsp; you survive&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a day and may even endure life&#39;s challenges for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is widely used in Korea, and I had learned to adapt the&amp;nbsp; value of this meal. Not just it savory taste but also the value of life I have. Eating this, is a lesson I will never forget. A lesson that teaches me how good my life is in spite of those complains and discontentment. &lt;/div&gt;
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A boy was born one of a kind, born with two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
The doctor had to remove one of the heart to make the boys blood circulation run normal.&lt;br /&gt;
The boy was born to vendor parents, his stay in the hospital was all 
free due to the hospitals agreement with them to study the boys 
condition.&lt;br /&gt;
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The operation was successful, but it doesn&#39;t turn out to be a good option. After a year the baby boy&#39;s health deteriorated and his hearts beat so weak.&lt;br /&gt;
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They planned to put back the heart but another baby was born in the same hospital with a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;
The baby girl was born to rich family, old couple who barely made child- a child with weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Knowing the baby boy&#39;s condition, they agreed with his parents to let the baby boy be freed from the experiment of the doctors and to support his financial needs until he finishes college in exchange for his heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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The boy was discharge from the hospital and the heart was successfully planted to the baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;
Right after the transplant operation, the baby boy&#39;s health got better, as if he was living with the heart that was removed from him.&lt;br /&gt;
Now that it was beating normally in someones chest, he was also breathing normally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby girls family flew to the US and stayed there for good. &lt;br /&gt;
Baby boy&#39;s family transferred to their province and manage their own fishing business as through the&lt;br /&gt;
help of the Baby Girl&#39;s family. &lt;br /&gt;
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Baby girl grew into Lady Fashionista and studied&lt;br /&gt;
fashion designing in Paris, France. She worked on some high profiled clothing business. &lt;br /&gt;
Lady Fashionista&#39;s mother died from heart&lt;br /&gt;
attack and her father followed the same year because of loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;
Before her father died, he told her the truth about her heart. And that she had to find the owner of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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She flew right away to Philippines after fixing the papers of their properties in US. &lt;br /&gt;
She knew that her Philippine vacation wont be just a find-and-visit them then thanks.&lt;br /&gt;
It will be a dramatic one that might attached her to them, they own her heart after all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby boy grew up into a Notorious Investigator. Low profiled highly effective investigator working quietly. No matter how big and good the offers of the agencies from Manila, he turn them all down and stay in his province. &lt;br /&gt;
He works fast and worth the pay, fast and detailed,but he never knew his own history. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Fashionista goes to Philippines but as soon as she step Philippines soil, &lt;br /&gt;
she started feeling nostalgic about the land, thinking because she is a Filipina after all, &lt;br /&gt;
she just disregard the strangeness. Then she started feeling like part of her body got hit, even when she&#39;s alone. &lt;br /&gt;
Every night, she started to hear noises which isn&#39;t there. Seems like somebody is calling her name.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notorious Investigator, started to feel the strangeness too, a pain in his heart, pain that he &lt;br /&gt;
cant define.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady Fashionista clearly hear the noises, like the beating of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notorious Investigator hears the same but never let himself got distracted. After hardly saying no to the offers of the government agencies, &lt;br /&gt;
he finally agreed with them and accepted the offer to live in the City.&lt;br /&gt;
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His first job is to investigate for a girl who had just came from the US.&lt;br /&gt;
He was assigned to look for a boy who once had a twin heart. &lt;br /&gt;
And hospital records will be his battle.&lt;br /&gt;
Hacking hospital websites isn&#39;t that good but he has to&lt;br /&gt;
because the girl didn&#39;t got any of the information about the boy except that he &lt;br /&gt;
might be growing in the province that Notorious Investigator grew up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nobody in his town knew about the twin heart boy, even his parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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While searching for the boy, the two worked together and fall in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
Strange as it is, but they felt like they&#39;ve met before and getting along with each others feeling isn&#39;t that hard. It seems like they knew very well what each of them feel every minute. A telepathy with each others hearts.&lt;br /&gt;
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When they were together, they fall in love like they were childhood sweet heart, no need to say it, they just felt it like it was a given emotion, longing for each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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He checked the new residents of his town during the year that the &lt;br /&gt;
Lady Fashionista&#39;s family flew to the US.&lt;br /&gt;
Surprised enough, he saw his parents name.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hospital let them check the records but the twin heart boy wasn&#39;t given name at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
He was only called the twin heart baby, the hospital confirmed Lady Fashionista&#39;s name as the receiver of the heart from the twin heart baby.&lt;br /&gt;
But there was an agreement before that the twin heart baby&#39;s identity should be changed as soon as he steps out of the hospital because many&lt;br /&gt;
people speculate that he was made into an experiment&#39;s guinea pig by the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;
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After more research, they found out the name of the parents of the twin heart baby.&lt;br /&gt;
Shocked, because its Notorious Investigator&#39;s parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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The two went home and the parents confirm. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Their heart were once together, in the same chest. &lt;br /&gt;
Confused, the two doesn&#39;t know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Are they going to live together as a couple or as twins?&lt;br /&gt;
He owns her heart, literally, but he is not planning to get it back, he cant, of course.&lt;br /&gt;
What is he going to feel? &lt;br /&gt;
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She didn&#39;t even think to fall in love to the owner of her heart, she thought that he would become a family.&lt;br /&gt;
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The parents suggested that they can live together, loving each other just like how they feel to each other before knowing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever emotions that will come out later on, they will decide for themselves, whether to love each as a twin or as a better half.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are the girl or the boy, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;
What would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;
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Please put your answer on the comments box.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOTE: this story is originally created by the blogger, please credit as you re-post. &lt;br /&gt;
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thanks for the picture&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.abbysperfectbrokenheart.net/?tag=cardiologist-2&lt;/div&gt;
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Villa Sylvia Resort, at Brgy.&amp;nbsp; Banago, Nagcarlan, Laguna&lt;br /&gt;
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It was fun in there and the swimming pools are clean. There is a deeper one for the ones who like do more lap in better poise and there is a shallow one for the ones who (well lets face it,) dont know how to swim. And there is also for kids. There are cottages and rooms to stay if you wanted to stay for the night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not promoting the resort but I just&amp;nbsp; wanted to share to all of you the that there are great resorts in Laguna if you are looking to.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love the slide in there.&lt;br /&gt;
The entrance fee is just 50 pesos and the cottage fee is 600 pesos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The pay is worth the fun and experience. The place is a lot better because its a terrace resort, placed in the hills and there are a lot of trees that cools down the hot of the sun during noon, but if you wanted to get some tan, the pool area is place in the center for the sun to come in.&lt;br /&gt;
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They also have some party place and they also hold some gatherings prior to reservation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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At a super rich club in Singapore, as reported by Malaysia’s Bernama news agency, is where the literal taste of luxury can be acquired for just&amp;nbsp; $26,000.&lt;br /&gt;
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Way too much for even the rich man in the world. But for those who wanted to at least taste what the world can offer before you get out of it, well its worth trying for.&lt;br /&gt;
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The cocktail which was dubbed as &quot;the Jewel of Pangaea&quot; is created by the award-winning master bartender Ethan Leslie 
Leong and is served in the Pangaea in Singapore. The cocktail is a concoction of gold-flecked Hennessey brandy, 1985 vintage 
Krug champagne and sugar, garnished with a Triple X 1-carat diamond by 
Switzerland-based jeweler Mouawad.&lt;br /&gt;
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An exciting and rewarding drink indeed.&lt;br /&gt;
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But there are also a lot of&amp;nbsp; clubs around the world that serves drinks and cocktails sprinkled with gold and diamonds. Of course, to attract the most famous and wealthy people, they had to cater their luxurious wants and taste. &lt;br /&gt;
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London’s ultra select club Movida also
launched a £35,000 ($56,700) Christmas cocktail in 2007 called ‘Flawless’, which
 contained Louis XII cognac, Cristal Rose champagne, brown sugar, 
angostura bitters, a few flakes of 24-carat edible gold leaf and an 
11-carat white diamond ring at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ritz Carlton 
Tokyo came up with a ‘Diamonds are Forever’ martini drink that cost 
US$18,000 in 2010, a blend of chilled Grey Goose vodka with a lime twist, poured
 over a one-carat diamond.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;So, wanna try one?&lt;br /&gt;
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....thanks to Yahoo and Google for the completion of this article.....&lt;/div&gt;
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@luneta park.....a butterfly garden before but they closed it temporarily for now for some renovation.&lt;br /&gt;
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at least I got a sneak peak going inside because the caretaker wont allow us to take a picture inside. I guess I&#39;m pretty good in sneaking pictures. Cool and relaxing inside the garden. The breeze from the plants that are not yet properly cultivated will surely make you forget that you are in Luneta, in the center of the busy Manila. Although its a bit noisy outside the garden during weekends, noises seems afraid to get inside. The gate is really close and the garden is temporarily closed for now, though you can sneak sometimes if the caretaker forgets to close the gate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, lets just wait for the garden to officially open, because before when it was still open to the public and the plants there are still properly maintained, butterflies does amazed me as they flies above me as I was touring the garden. Catching them is not allowed but I still tried to do. I didn&#39;t caught any though.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Besides the Butterfly Garden, there are also Japanese and Chinese Garden in Luneta Park (Rizal Park). There are performers also during weekends and rare days, but if you want to look back at history about the Rizal Park, you can freely enter the park, where you can see how Jose Rizal was shoot and statues of some valued heroes of our treasured past.&lt;br /&gt;
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...at last nabisita ko rin ang UNDERGROUND CEMETERY doon sa may Nagcarlan, Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our camera cannot take good picture without the flash so we didn&#39;t took any picture. Unfortunately, camera flash is not allowed inside the cemetery for the reason of the place conservation. It might broke the particles inside the historic place, and may weaken the structure of the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even without the pictures inside, the place was worth visiting for. It feels like I went back to the History of my country. The park outside is also good for an afternoon stroll and picnic. Grasses are clean and the place has its nocturnal ambiance that will make you forget the busy life of the present once in a while and help you relax a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I&#39;m not mistaken, the place is open until 4pm everyday except monday. If foods and place to stay is the problem, there are a lot of resorts and restaurants around it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also check out of other places worth visiting for in Laguna;&lt;br /&gt;
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pagsanjan falls&lt;br /&gt;
calamba laguna(historical place of the national hero Doctor Jose Rizal)&lt;br /&gt;
Isdaan at Calauan, Laguna&lt;br /&gt;
Enchanted Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;
and a lot more.&lt;/div&gt;
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if given a chance, what part of your life you would like to cut? Would you edit your life and insert some&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; things you lack in some time of your own history?&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/4067967552231615262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/4067967552231615262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/4067967552231615262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/4067967552231615262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/scissor-it.html' title='scissor  it'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTq1dd8voB_MjY47ixhzGsriFogt9nzWOlJ3e3agWPd5qWH-mqKHRUWGzfTvU3GMUNEFR2RDhIpU4tvLBDFiMVF0qpDi1MV31Wbr3NjwgqwLy4puwSdSHv-aYqZe7AUDWT6C2hxee_m0pP/s72-c/scissor.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-2756131924373603370</id><published>2012-07-27T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-27T06:17:40.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the remote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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when did you watch the television without changing the channel? or have you share the remote&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; without getting stressed when the person you are watching with changed the channel?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/2756131924373603370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/2756131924373603370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/2756131924373603370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/2756131924373603370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-remote.html' title='the remote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjoPLJpT6pY1_Rq0j7KWE96sw9ANQRdJfvpS0p3l7TQLEpbM9bsfS5pyxec6smpY7hbOzETLxJK5_6o1CJj6QDZ71xgrEbxLDBQrPXdzk6cNKTNoDMKdVtyru314Ot11GpDuLssuHWbslA/s72-c/remote.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-1944340876284277023</id><published>2012-07-27T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-27T06:15:19.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coin bank mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you feed your coin bank completely full?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/1944340876284277023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/1944340876284277023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1944340876284277023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1944340876284277023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/coin-bank-mystery.html' title='coin bank mystery'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzYqH5eP9pVjO-dpghCjmFpYLD_v1mJa5A7h3k_LYNI9gfRzhKuFmtO7uLG21lyEPrEYEu9o0XivgxvJfzAitHfDSonz60ze15zUgDUO3AbNoWbABOo0W_u6vnUejm86VgazEHKxf3amj/s72-c/coin+bank.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-8216238911010814058</id><published>2012-07-27T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-27T05:59:58.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>value your time</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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have you spend a day without checking the time?&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/8216238911010814058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/8216238911010814058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/8216238911010814058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/8216238911010814058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/value-your-time.html' title='value your time'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEwWHIHS8ipcM-kwo1a5mpLhvVKZI78DLJ5Eqyb58IVvLuPoQYR-GhNuCkn3Fo_vN5qPqdI8A65n3D7nYDWynLlyXAcHRnZ2Q3F6UwzUeTNgenmXKv24K2toPrtJcwMdbgi4wME2-f-lll/s72-c/clock-crop.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-1320025768322263731</id><published>2012-07-23T00:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T00:02:05.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just go straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad maybe your friend is, for you,&lt;br /&gt;
they have the good spot in their heart&lt;br /&gt;
and that there is a connection between you two &lt;br /&gt;that keep your relation.&lt;br /&gt;
Understand and just follow your heart,&lt;br /&gt;
trials may come to strenghten your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;No matter what happen, &lt;br /&gt;just go straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/1320025768322263731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/1320025768322263731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1320025768322263731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1320025768322263731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/just-go-straight.html' title='just go straight'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivarmuIF3_RwYW2Pao5zW9GuOjTIdDVI-9W1WxjGr1PSDXrQx0LZ1v9p4XccZ7sM_H-I8iS78lezkShafOn71Kz9V5c1KPb16JUycAvvAXI029LOqjWlJrMs4gPlegkT0KLeD1hVB4hknV/s72-c/just+go+straight.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-7475056791117707575</id><published>2012-07-23T00:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T00:00:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont go beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend, not a mother, not a higher one and not a teacher to your friend.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;You are her/his sibling who would listen&lt;br /&gt;to what he/she wans to share,&lt;br /&gt;
who would see those things he/she is comfortable to do,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;and a friend who would give them consent even on risky things,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;who will give them advise but never criticize.&lt;br /&gt;
Stay on your place and dont go beyond the&lt;br /&gt;things they dont want to share.&lt;br /&gt;
Wait till they open up and show.&lt;br /&gt;
Dont go beyod the line.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/7475056791117707575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/7475056791117707575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/7475056791117707575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/7475056791117707575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/dont-go-beyond.html' title='dont go beyond'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PeaRjL_OStS82bF-unTj18MpoFh2rXihIVDxHwT7q_9zGZlrskhaIdMsKj6w9KEp9Cy-ChIyiiWH2Hp8OssHiZBoZG_cS5XXThyioaWcW_paThlox0UuWwaw30eg-5KWxYgm0DQEv0Sp/s72-c/dont+go+beyond+the+line.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-4571315663951305411</id><published>2012-07-22T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-22T23:57:47.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stooping down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Never sell a friendship for an ego. &lt;br /&gt;
Your loved ones knows how good and how worst you are in things, &lt;br /&gt;
so keeping your pride wont make sense. &lt;br /&gt;
If you&#39;re wrong, say sorry, &lt;br /&gt;
if they&#39;re wrong, learn to give way and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, its not just the pride that matters,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;fixing your pride while letting loose of&amp;nbsp;a valuable&amp;nbsp;person&amp;nbsp;is equally proportional to selfishness. &lt;br /&gt;
Your pride is usually compose of the things you did and the characteristics that people sees in you.&lt;br /&gt;
IF stooping down would means rescuing a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;then it means keeping a low profile while doing the good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;
But if going down just to tell the world how high you are, &lt;br /&gt;
then its praising yourself while dragging down yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Know when to step down and when to just look.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/4571315663951305411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/4571315663951305411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/4571315663951305411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/4571315663951305411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/stooping-down.html' title='stooping down'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtBk47SPuOjrwfcO9ikyv4q1q-zrQ8VWUR6oTU_1Zu2-hXOPlsryGM7lLKb4abBDi7yhBrR9dCzk0XnE7CuXkaC6l-3dZPyE4EqkDhtdUgqG_V1BFAFeQ7V6raIR_b4BVk3IfqlSEFSoK/s72-c/stooping+down.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-6123810169930636421</id><published>2012-07-20T19:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-23T00:03:35.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reaching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Just because you dont have time would mean that your relationship will also sink.&lt;br /&gt;
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How busy you are should not give you&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;an excuse to spare your time for your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;If they cannot reach you, its time for you to reach them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Its not just who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;gave the effort, but also what you have saved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/6123810169930636421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/6123810169930636421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/6123810169930636421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/6123810169930636421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/reaching-up.html' title='reaching up'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8X1TAR_XUus-w5DnMPTo-9NXRaD0YBncSsWtXNt39sLPNn2JmkWuJZQrpct_5sn5O96rU99ZkV0IVnYq25_A3-0HMsdxoqTQegf9mmfUVCT-o0igAJiAKCl0EjUnxIxs20on1c6q0NJC/s72-c/reaching+up.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-5355810936259771062</id><published>2012-07-06T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-06T08:22:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pacman vs bradley, cleared at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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tnx yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;
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.......whoever wins for each one of us, they both deserve the belt and the appreciation for the game they played. They both give their best, and I wish them the best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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the news,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nevada&#39;s state attorney general&#39;s office has found no wrongdoing by officials in Manny Pacquiao&#39;s controversial loss to Tim Bradley on June 9, the Las Vegas Review-Journal reported Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;
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But investigators interviewed none of the judges involved in what was considered by most fight fans a robbery of a split-decision victory by unbeaten American Bradley over the Filipino icon.&lt;/div&gt;
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Catherine Cortez Masto, Nevada&#39;s attorney general, said her top investigator spoke with members of the state athletic commission and gaming board and found no evidence of criminal acts, including match-fixing or unusual bet patterns.&lt;/div&gt;
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But that will do little to ease the pain of Pacquiao fans who howled in disgust after two judges ruled Bradley at 115-113 winner while Pacquiao was given a 115-113 victory by the third judge.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Displeasure with the subjective decisions of sporting officials is not a sufficient basis for this office to initiate a criminal investigation,&quot; Cortez Masto told promoter Bob Arum in a letter.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Unless evidence beyond mere displeasure is forthcoming, this matter will be considered closed. While there may be strong disagreement with the decision, the exercise of professional judgment by individuals officiating at a sporting event is not by itself a criminal investigation.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Arum told the newspaper the probe came up short of the type of investigation he would have liked to have seen.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m happy that the attorney general did some investigating, but there&#39;s a tremendous gap,&quot; Arum said. &quot;Why didn&#39;t they interview the judges?&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;m not sure this brings closure. I would feel a lot better if they had interviewed the judges. But it&#39;s her investigation, not mine.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Keith Kizer, the Nevada Athletic Commission executive director, met with the three judges last week and reviewed a video replay of the fight round by round to discuss their scoring. Kizer said he was satisfied with their efforts.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;I thought they handled it well,&quot; Kizer said. &quot;It&#39;s unfortunate that people reacted the way they did following the fight. But this was a very close fight and eight of the 12 rounds could have went either way.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;The three judges did a great job.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bradley is still dealing with ankle and foot injuries suffered in the fight while Pacquiao is vacationing in Israel. Arum said he plans to meet with Pacquiao in about 10 days to decide whom &quot;Pac-Man&quot; will fight in his next planned bout, set for November 10.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pacquiao could enforce a rematch clause to avenge his loss to Bradley but could also opt for a fourth fight with Mexico&#39;s Juan Manuel Marquez, which brought about 500,000 more pay-per-view purchases last November than the Pacquio-Bradley fight.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/5355810936259771062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/5355810936259771062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/5355810936259771062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/5355810936259771062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/07/pacman-vs-bradley-cleared-at-last.html' title='pacman vs bradley, cleared at last'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidOUKbUz0ms7hW0NLimJ1g_q63j7eGItQgnI7_7W_dB6Zd7FBwJD24l03DAQbQjRbGrXi4xaFzArC9prZ-2sHgIAx-VWT4M2cjpofNhEWyGMSjSrqT57mr5IEG_bDG_RGA0CrvC2YDSZ4e/s72-c/pacman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-5852399353188419794</id><published>2012-06-19T03:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T03:45:46.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live longer; love coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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http://ph.she.yahoo.com/study-finds-coffee-lovers-may-live-longer-112209926.html&lt;br /&gt;
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If you love your &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_2&quot;&gt;morning coffee&lt;/span&gt;, a new study finds that your daily habit could protect your health. In a study by researchers from the &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_0&quot;&gt;National Cancer Institute&lt;/span&gt; in the US, older adults who drank coffee -- &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_4&quot;&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_7&quot;&gt;decaffeinated&lt;/span&gt; -- had a lower risk of death overall than others who did not drink coffee.&lt;/div&gt;
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The
 java drinkers -- especially those who drank three or more cups a day --
 were less likely to die from a number of illnesses, including &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_5&quot;&gt;heart disease&lt;/span&gt;,
 stroke, diabetes, and infections -- although researchers found no link 
with cancer. Results of the study were published on Thursday in the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nejm.org/doi/full/10.1056/NEJMoa1112010&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;New England Journal of Medicine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head researcher &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_1&quot;&gt;Neal Freedman&lt;/span&gt;
 and his colleagues examined the association between coffee drinking and
 risk of death in 400,000 American men and women ages 50 to 71 who 
participated in the &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_6&quot;&gt;NIH-AARP Diet and Health Study&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The
 mechanism by which coffee protects against risk of death -- if indeed 
the finding reflects a causal relationship -- is not clear, because 
coffee contains more than 1,000 compounds that might potentially affect 
health,&quot; said Freedman. &quot;The most studied compound is caffeine, although
 our findings were similar in those who reported the majority of their &lt;span class=&quot;yshortcuts&quot; id=&quot;lw_1337602354_3&quot;&gt;coffee intake&lt;/span&gt; to be caffeinated or decaffeinated.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,
 while more research needs to be done to fully understand the protective
 components of coffee, Freedman adds that &quot;these results do provide some
 reassurance that coffee drinking does not adversely affect health.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;

Coffee has also been shown to improve brain function in mice studies,
 with researchers probing the possibility of using coffee as a treatment
 for people with Alzheimer&#39;s disease. Researchers in Portugal also 
recently found that the consumption of caffeine could protect against 
memory loss associated with advanced diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;

Still health experts don&#39;t recommend overdoing your coffee intake. 
The US-based Mayo Clinic suggests no more than two to four cups a day, 
since more than that can cause insomnia, upset stomach, and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;
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.......oh. well, I would agree....No wonder I am posing a lot of news about coffee, because I love coffee a lot.....&lt;br /&gt;
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London,
 Aug 23 (ANI): A new survey has revealed that 84 percent of women put up
 with so-called &quot;toxic friends&quot;, who are self-absorbed, emotionally 
draining, critical or backstabbing.&lt;/div&gt;
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Men did not fare much better, with three-quarters admitting to having had such a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sixty-five percent of those polled complained of having a 
self-obsessed friend, and 59 percent accused their closest acquaintances
 of being emotional &quot;vampires&quot;, draining all their energy reserves.&lt;br /&gt;
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The poll, of 18,000 women and 4,000 men by Today.com and Self 
magazine, found just over half had an over-critical friend, while 45 
percent reported backstabbing behaviour and barbed comments.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirty-seven percent of people questioned also admitted to being turned off by friends who were unreliable or flaky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though a third admitted that they would end a friendship with someone
 who was untrustworthy, 83 percent said that they had let a friendship 
drag on longer than it should have done because the prospect of 
&quot;breaking up&quot; was too daunting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;The reason it&#39;s hard to dump a toxic friend is the same reason 
people stay in all kinds of dysfunctional relationships,&quot; the Daily Mail
 quoted Dr Gail Saltz, associate professor of psychiatry at New York 
Presbyterian Hospital, as saying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;There&#39;s something in it that you find compelling or familiar,&quot; she added. (ANI)&lt;/div&gt;
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.......oh well, friendship, just like peeing unto yourself, everybody sees it, but only you feels the warmth...&lt;br /&gt;
.......as long as you are not hurt, keep all your connections connected. You know what they say, never burn a bridge.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/1829760900094707765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/1829760900094707765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1829760900094707765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/1829760900094707765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/06/toxic-friends.html' title='toxic friends'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-5221847812828534376</id><published>2012-06-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-08T20:09:36.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanong: Tumawa ka ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Matagak ko ng pinag-iisipan ang tanong na ito.&lt;br /&gt;
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Marami ang natatawa at napapailing pagtinatanong ko ito.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Iyong iba naman, naiinis at binabato pabalik sa akin ang tanong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pag-tinanong kita, sana maging totoo ka.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sana huwag mong palitan iyong una mong sagot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Handa ka na ba? Madali lang ito, pramis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Di ko pa natatapos yung tanong, tiyak may sagot ka na kaagad, ikaw pa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ito na iyon, wag ka tumawa agad ha.Alam ko ngingiti ka, di mo mapipigilan ngumiti, alam ko iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Huwag mo gawin makitid ang utak mo.Isang sipleng tanong lang.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAdali lang ang sagot, may consequences depende sa kung ano at kung paano ka sumagot.&lt;br /&gt;
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Huwag mo ring isipin gandahan o pag-isipan ang isasagot mo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Gusto ko yung natural lang. Iyong kung ano lang ang unang pumasok sa isip mo.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Opps, hindi to maharot na tanong ha.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh ayan napangiti ka na naman.&lt;br /&gt;
Ganyan lang, yan ang gusto ko, yung tipong COOL.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ay, patawad, nasa pagatlong talata na tayo, di ko pa nasasabi ang tanong.&lt;br /&gt;
Ikaw kasi, ngiti ka ng ngiti, naaaliw tuloy akong bolahin ka.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ang cute mo pa naman pag ngumiti.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ngiti ka nga ulit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ay tumawa ka na eh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Siguro iniisip mo baliw ang sumusulat nitong binabasa mo ano? Ikaw ha, huwag ganyan, pagbaliw ang sumusulat, kabaliwan ang sinusulat nun,at nababaliw din ang nagbabasa. Gusto mo ba mabaliw? Hindi malamang. Kaya isipin mo na lang, gusto ko lang ihanda ka sa itatanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pramis ito na iyon. Sa dulo ng talata na ito. Opps huwag ka lilingon sa katabi mo ha, malamang, kung nakikibasa iyan, pinagtatawanan ka na niyan. O di naman kaya ay nakikingiti din iyan. Ang tanong ko ay tungkol sa atin. May kasama ka ba? Tiyak hindi mo gugustuhin na may kasama ka pag tinanaong na kita. Dahil ayaw mong malaman nila ang isasagot mo sa tanong na,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&quot;Sinong baliw sa atin?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Opps COOL ka lang sa sagot mo. Susubukan kong hulaan iyan. Itoy nakaayon sa aking obserbasyon sa mga taong nakapaligid sa akin, sa mga taong nakakasakay ko sa dyip, sa mga nakakasalubong ko sa mall, at sa lahat ng taong nakita ko na, sa panaginip at sa totoong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kaya mahigpit kong pinapaalalahanan ang sino man na huwag gayahin ang mga sumusunod sapagkat ito ay ginagawa ng mga eksperto lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sigurado ako na napangiti ka sa tanong ko. Malamang sinabi mo na, &quot;yun lang?&quot;. Pag ganyan ang sagot mo, normal iyon sa mga taong nakatikim na ng kulangot. O wag na itanggi, totoo naman. Maalat diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kung pagkabasa mo ay lumingon ka kaagad sa katabi mo, isa lang ibig sabihin nun. Ayaw mong amining iniisip mong baliw siya, kaya hanggang tingin ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka tumawa, iniisip mo bobo katabi mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kung napamura ka pagkabasa mo sa tanong. Ay naku bato bato sa langit ang tinamaan, di marunong umilag. Alam ko kung ano nilalaro mo pagkabukas pa lang ng pc mo. (no offense on online games) Ok lang yun, kasama yun sa paglaki ng mga taong kagaya mo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;4. Kung sinabi mo ang salitang &quot;ikaw&quot;. Aba maghunustili ka, papunta sa akin iyon. Kung baliw ako, kabaliwan ang sinusulat ko at baliw rin ang nagbabasa. Oh eh di bumalik din sayo, welcome to crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kung nagbanggit ka ng pangalan bilang sagot mo sa tanong, bilisan mo na ang pagbabasa mo. Kung nariyan lang sa tabi mo ang binanggit mong pangalan, naku, mag-ingat ka. Baka masapak ka niyan. Ngingiti lang iyan, pero naiinis na iyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala kang reaksiyon sa tanong dahil takot ka sa magiging outcome o sa mga consequences, malamang ang boring ng buhay mo. Subukan mo rin kasi tumikim ng kulangot paminsan-minsan, ang sarap kaya nun. It adds color to your life.&amp;nbsp; Everytime na maalala mong ginawa mo iyon, tiyak mapapangiti ka. At least meron ka ng masayang maaalala pag-nag-iisa ka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung wala ka talagang reaksyon sa kabuuan ng binasa mo. Kung hindi ka man lang napangiti, maaari ka nang magpatingin sa espesyalista. Normal ka pa ba? Pagkat normal sa amin ang tumawa sa mga walang kwentang bagay. Pagkat parte yun ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ibinato kong tanong, wala akong balak patamaan o tumbukin.&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko lang ipahayag ang realidad na simpleng nagaganap sa buhay ng mga simpleng mamamayan. Simpleng realidad na maaaring nakaapekto sa takbo ng buhay ng bawat simpleng tao na madalas kinaiinggitan ng iilan. Iilan na masyadong abala sa lipunan, at wala ng panahon sa mga simpleng bagay na tunay na magmamarka sa kabuuan ng pagkatao ng simple at masayang nilalang.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/5221847812828534376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/5221847812828534376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/5221847812828534376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/5221847812828534376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/06/tanong-tumawa-ka-ba.html' title='Tanong: Tumawa ka ba?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-6764720673166332152</id><published>2012-06-04T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-04T19:54:43.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&#39;13th sign of the zodiac&#39;</title><content type='html'>Though its a bit late to post this, its summer already, but it just pop out of my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;
I would be asking if you guys will accept this to be a part of the zodiac signs. Thus, changing your current zodiac sign. Whats your opinion about this?&lt;br /&gt;
As fro me, I can barely say its okay, for I love reading horoscopes, but I don&#39;t believe at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ophiuchus is one of thirteen constellations that cross the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecliptic&quot; title=&quot;Ecliptic&quot;&gt;ecliptic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup class=&quot;reference&quot; id=&quot;cite_ref-16&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ophiuchus#cite_note-16&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; It has therefore been called the &#39;13th sign of the zodiac&#39;. However, this confuses &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astrological_sign&quot; title=&quot;Astrological sign&quot;&gt;sign&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constellation&quot; title=&quot;Constellation&quot;&gt;constellation&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;i&gt;signs&lt;/i&gt;
 of the zodiac are a twelve-fold division of the ecliptic, so that each 
sign spans 30° of celestial longitude, approximately the distance the 
Sun travels in a month, and (in the Western tradition) are aligned with 
the seasons so that the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/March_equinox&quot; title=&quot;March equinox&quot;&gt;March equinox&lt;/a&gt; falls on the boundary between Aries and Pisces. &lt;i&gt;Constellations&lt;/i&gt;, on the other hand, are unequal in size and are based on the positions of the stars. The &lt;a class=&quot;mw-redirect&quot; href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zodiacal_constellation#Zodiacal_constellations&quot; title=&quot;Zodiacal constellation&quot;&gt;constellations of the zodiac&lt;/a&gt;
 have only a loose association with the signs of the zodiac, and do not 
in general coincide with them. In Western astrology the constellation of
 Aquarius, for example, largely corresponds to the sign of Pisces. 
Similarly, the constellation of Ophiuchus occupies most of the sign of 
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  &lt;b&gt;Traits of the Ophiuchus sign:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Postive Ophiuchus personality traits:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  -Tend to embrace and seek to change, disliking routine and ordinary in life.  &lt;br /&gt;  - Follow their instincts to a fault and can be impulsive.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are happy and humorous.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are honest to a fault.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are often described as intellectual and clever.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Think with their hearts not their heads.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are powerfully, passionate.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Have a great deal of creativity, imagination and curiosity.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are people magnets possessing high charisma.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are empathic, people pleasers with a knack for persuasion.  &lt;br /&gt;  -have a strong sense of justice.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are great with language arts and the written word.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are passionate and adept lovers naturally.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are eccentric and quirky.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are driven to succeed.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Dislike authority, rules, regulation and restriction of any kind. They like to live on the edge.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Dislike irrelevant and trivial information.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Have a high sense of pride and arrogance and dislike being treated as inferior or subordinate.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Enjoy being #1 and being told about it.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Tend to seek the unknown and are always seeking knowledge and wisdom.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Tend to take the defense rather than offense.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are not &quot;open books&quot; and can be secretive.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Don&#39;t fall well into social labels.&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Negative Ophiuchus personality traits:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  -Have trouble with monogamous relationships.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Can be the jealous type.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Are judgmental and critical.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Can be restless and irresponsible.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Procrastinate as a rule.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Have violent but short lived tempers.  &lt;br /&gt;  - Are sarcastic and have a dry sense of humor.  &lt;br /&gt;  -Tend to only keep useful things, including friends, around.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wasn&#39;t trying to stay near them because they love me more than my parents,&amp;nbsp; but because I felt the loneliness every time I see them walking alone in their spacious house where their kids use to ran around to play. Granny needs more attention now that she is gaining that much avoided- age.&amp;nbsp; Much of my cousins would say that granny emits an old smell that they cannot stand to eat beside them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Granny do really smell. Grandpa too, just like all of my grandparents, emits the smell that most of my cousins avoided. But I had learned to love that smell, it was the scent I could breath in every time I need someone to pamper me because I am alone and my parents are both busy working. It was the scent that warms my skin during cold nights, the scent that made me calm during times that I cannot control my anger to my sisters and cousins. During the ups and downs of my childhood, I was raised with the smell they called-old smell.&lt;br /&gt;
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During summer days, I am used to a piggy-back ride of grandpa when we are hiking up the hill to his bigger nipa hut. I would doze up peacefully on his back, breathing his scent that reminds me his unconditional love and caring. He would then show me his aching knees and wold enjoy the massage that I playfully give. Those swinging elastic skin under his arms and chin, I just love to play them while watching the stars shine brightly during full-moon nights.&lt;br /&gt;
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During school days, grandma would give me extra piso for me to spare during snack time. A snack is ready though after I finish school. Before grandma and grandpa goes back to their house, they would kiss me a deep warm goodbye cheek kiss. With the bonus of tickling my armpits till I drop laughing. Every perfect test would mean extra cookie, every achievement during recognition, there is an equal reward and an unlimited boasting to their friends, making me quite popular to the neighborhood. And I just love it, annoying but I am happy that they totally show that they are proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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During rainy nights, grandma would hug me under her blanket. To ease away my fear of the storm. She would offer my native cacao drink. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t grew up spoiled though, because grandma and grandpa had always been there to remind me that life isn&#39;t just all about goodness. They taught me the value of the persons around me. That most of all, the important thing I should keep is the love between me and my family. Because in the end, it will be them that I can lend on during downfall. That they are the given blessing by GOD, all those I will obtain as I grow-up will be just be the extra blessing that God will send to guide me through this life. They taught me to respect and to never put grudge against anyone. Every downfall is a challenge to stand again and face the world. Respecting and giving way to other is another way of advocating peace. A blessed chick is the peaceful one, those noisy out there, are seeking for food.&lt;br /&gt;
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But time had passed, and I am now already twenty-one years old. Two of them, both my grandpa&#39;s had died already. My grandmas&#39; living alone, though I can see in their eyes that they are afraid, they are not showing it by strongly facing each day with a smile. After the burial of my grandpa just this year, I suddenly think about how they live their lives. That they haven&#39;t gotten most of the care. They didn&#39;t receive much love, same as they gave us much love but we didn&#39;t give it back. We have become busy with our lives that we forgot to give them the attention they so deserved. And when they died, I ask myself suddenly, &quot;Am I deserving to cry?&quot;. What my tears would be for, is it for the pain of his living, or is the regret of those days I missed and should have spent with him? When he was still lively enough to play to with, when he is asking me to go home because he miss me a lot,&amp;nbsp; I just never mind and continue working away from him. I still have the time of my life, I didn&#39;t notice that he has his time nearly coming, and that he wants to spend it with us. Oh, why didn&#39;t I spare some of my time, just like them when I needed a playmate when I am younger. They would put their chores aside to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are not bound to consume all our time, just some assurance that we are not leaving them alone because they are old or because they are smelly.&lt;br /&gt;
It maybe true according to the research that they smell, but it wont kill you. Before its late, show them your love, as they did to us. They might not ask you what they like but your smile will melt their worries away about living alone. Like us younger, our old grandparents also love to be with the crowd, so lets not live them their in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;
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A minister told his congregation, &quot;Next week I plan to preach about the sin of lying. To help you understand my sermon, I want you all to read Mark 17.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The following Sunday, as he prepared to deliver his sermon, the minister asked for a show of hands. He wanted to know how many had read Mark 17.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every hand went up.&lt;br /&gt;
The minister smiled and said, &quot;Mark has only 16 chapters. I will now proceed with my sermon on the sin of lying.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ang pagsisinungaling ay kasalanan na hindi maiiwasan, may mga bagay na mahirap aminin kung kaya napipilitan na magsinungaling ang isang tao. Ngunit minsan ay kailangan mong pangatawanan ang mga pinagsinungalingan mo. Sa pagiging pranka, hindi maiiwasan na masasaktan mo ang damdamin ng mga tao sa paligid mo. Masakit ngunit totoo, mas maiging sinaktan mo siya dahil sinabi mo ang totoo, kaysa sa napangiti mo siya sa isang kasinungalingan.&lt;br /&gt;
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May mga bagay na dapat malaman ang isang tao na hindi niya pwedeng basta basta na lamang ipagkakalat at ipagyayabang. Lahat ay may pantay pantay na karapatan na ipahayag ang mga saloobin ngunit sadyang marupok at mapangahas ang mga tao. Minsan ay gumagawa siya ng mga bagay nang hindi pinag-iisipan kung ano ang kahihinatnan at kung anu-ano at sinu-sino ang madadamay sa mga kalalabasan, kung ito ba ay makabubuti o makakasama.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kahalintulad ng isang guro na naatasang magsiwalat at magpalaganap ng mga wastong kaalaman ngunit sa likod ng bawat edukasyon na kanyang ipinamamahagi ay ang mga lihim na mula pa nun bata pa siya ay pinakatagu-tago na niya at kahit kanino ay di niya ninais ipaalam.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nahihirapan na marahil ang iba kung kaya sa ihip ng tadhana ay natutumba at bumibigay sila. Bagaman pinagtibay sila ng kanilang pananalig ,silay tiyak na magagapi sapagkat ang nakatayo sa altar ng kanilang paniniwala ay ang mga pekeng panginoon, na nangingintab sa ginto na sinamsam nila sa mga tangang sumasamba sa kanila, na patuloy na nabubulag sa mga kunwaring tulong at kalingang inilalaan sa kanila ng mga hangal na panginoon. Ang tenga ng panginoon nila ay banat at unat na kunwari ay pinakikinggan ang lahat ng nasasakupan ngunit ang katotohanay matagal na silang bingi.Nabingi sila sa kalansing ng pera na ibinulsa nila galing sa kaban ng mga taong tunay na nagmamay-ari ng kayamanan. Ninakaw nila ang barya na pinaghirapan ng mga aba kung kanilang tawagin. Baryang dugot pawis ang pinuhunan upang kamitin ang kakaunting barya na umaakit&amp;nbsp; sa mga sakim na bayani-kuno ng lansangan&amp;nbsp; na pangunahing kutong ng lansangan. kutong nga ba? marahil kutong nga? siguro nga kutong. sige na nga kutong nga talaga.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bakit nga ba hindi nagtataka ang mga kaanib ng mga pinunong ito kung bakit ang kahirapan ay tila institusyon na, na kung ayaw mong makibagay ay tiyak na mahuhuli ka sa lipunan. Ngunot ang lubhang nakapagtataka ay kung bakit ang mga dukha, kahit anong pagpapagal ang gagawin ay tila nakatali na ang buhay sa haligi ng kahirapan at kung bakit ang mga mayayaman ay animoy&amp;nbsp; nakajet patungo sa tagumpay.&lt;br /&gt;
Ano nga ba ang kulang? Alin nga ba ang mali?&lt;br /&gt;
Sino ang hindi kumikilos? Sino ang dapat sisihin at sino ang dapat mamulat?&lt;br /&gt;
Simulan mo sa sarili mo kaibigan&amp;nbsp; ko.&lt;br /&gt;
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Minsan, mas maigi na itago mo na lang ang mga opinyon mo kaysa sa sabihin mo ito at maging sanhi ng isang magulong usapan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Alin ang mahirap gawin, ang magsinungaling ka sa sarili mo o ang magsinungaling ka sa kapwa mo.&lt;br /&gt;
Kailan nga ba dapat maging pranka at kailan nga ba dapat maging tahimik na lang? &lt;br /&gt;
Tulad ng pakikisama, bakit kailangan mong ngumiti at makipag-usap sa tao na hindi mo naman gusto kausapin? Kasi nakikisama ka at ayaw mo ng gulo. Ayaw mo ng awkwardness sa pagitan ng grupo.&amp;nbsp; Ngunit agsisinungaling ka sa sarili mo. Pinipilit mo ang sarili mo sa bagay na hindi mo naman gusto.&lt;br /&gt;
Ngunit alam mong iyon ang ikabubuti ng lahat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ang mundo ay umiiikot para sa lahat, kaya nararapat lang na bawat kilos at salita natin ay nakaayon sa damdamin ng pangkalahatang madla. Dahil sa bawat masayang kabayo ay&amp;nbsp; katumbas ng umiiyak na damo. Korny no?....Marahil nga, ngunit ang buhay sa mundo ay isang malaking give and take relationship. May mga pagkakataon na kailangan mong magparaya para sa ikasasaya ng iba. At minsan, kailangan mong apakan ang iba para makatayo ka. Sabi nga nila na hindi mo kailangang mang-apak ng damdamin ng iba para makaangat ka sa buhay. Ngunit hindi mo maiiwasan na may masasaktan sa bawat hakbang na gagawin mo upang mga-usad ka sa buhay.#&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/feeds/433994211855755720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3979220301716143370/433994211855755720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/433994211855755720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3979220301716143370/posts/default/433994211855755720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://browntulips.blogspot.com/2012/05/sin-of-lying.html' title='Lying? When?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05465416662321085913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pchOvMhlfIjC2NGVOi2-2tKjo10WMFWWRabNqIVseKc6fWkKPq_vAfa_TzuCfg-dJtfDo8fHw7sRmUXNrrawUS5pbgo7uUPZx_-hO54uuPWZvLqQxz9FMY0QD53XjLltzIggSaPE_oAO/s72-c/liar.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3979220301716143370.post-8259253904391927157</id><published>2012-05-17T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T21:19:42.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick?</title><content type='html'>Are you feeling weird about your self? Are you thinking that you are nuts to feel something wrong or react differently hen you are in a certain situation? I got this on my email and Im happy enough to share this to you from rdasia.com.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hanger&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Do you start to feel positively witchy when a too-long meeting makes you eat lunch an hour later than usual? You’re probably &quot;hangry&quot;, a new phrase folks are using to describe hunger-related mood swings, according to MSNBC.com. When blood sugar levels dip too low, according to the site, the body’s ability to process the brain chemical serotonin is affected, resulting in crabbiness, anger, and a low threshold for frustration.&lt;br /&gt;
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E-Book Moments&lt;br /&gt;
The theory that people remember less of what they read from digital books (on iPads and Kindles) than from paper-based books, as coined by Time magazine. Some experts believe that reading on paper provides more opportunities for memorizing and retaining information because you can relate words to their location on the page (left side, right side, near a chart, etc.), which helps cement the material in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;
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Tight Pants Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;
A cluster of symptoms—including abdominal pain, heartburn, and reflux a few hours after meals—that predominantly affects overweight men who wear poor-fitting pants with too-tight waistlines, according to ABC News Medical Unit. Doctors are also seeing a comparable version in women, in which skinny jeans can contribute to pelvic pain, yeast infections, and itching. Bottom line: Don’t suffer too much for beauty’s sake, advises Orly Avitzur, MD, a Tarrytown, NY-based neurologist. If it hurts to wear a new trend or a too-tight favorite piece of clothing, skip it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Surgeon Enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;
The measure of how likely a surgeon is to recommend an operation for a condition that can be treated in other ways. A recent study suggested that this eagerness helps explain why surgery rates for back problems and other tough-to-treat ills vary wides across the country: You&#39;re almost 25 times more likely to get spinal fusion in Idaho Falls, Idaho, for instance, than in Bangor, Maine. (Source: Study in the journal Spine.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Decision Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;
The notion that the mental work of making decisions over and over again can warp your judgment and lead to poor choices. In one example, an Israeli study found that judges granted more parole requests early in the day than they did after making a series of rulings. According to the New York Times, &quot;the more choices you make throughout the day, the harder each one becomes for your brain.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thirdhand Smoke&lt;br /&gt;
It sticks around for hours, days or even months after a cigarette is smoked: a residue of toxins (lead, cyanide, and arsenic among them) that clings to virtually all surfaces in a room, a car , and other enclosed spaces long after the smoke is gone. Researchers have found that thirdhand smoke can combine with nitrous acid, a common indoor air pollutant, to form a carcinogen that can be inhaled by anyone in a room. (Source: Study in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Self-Compassion&lt;br /&gt;
You have it if you&#39;re as kind and understanding about your own shortcomings as you are about a friend&#39;s. It&#39;s a hot topic in psychology, the New York Times reports, and the focus of two new books: Self-Compassion: Stop beating Yourself Up and Leave Insecurity Behind, by Kristin Neff, PhD, and The Self-Compassion Diet, by Harvard psychotherapist Jean Fain. &quot;Self-compassion is the missing ingredient in every diet and weight-loss plan, &quot; Dr. Fain told the Times.&lt;br /&gt;
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Broga&lt;br /&gt;
Attention, downward-facing dudes. You may not know it yet, but you&#39;re practicing broga: yoga for men with strength-building moves—and without the chanting. Namaste, man&lt;br /&gt;
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Sweatworking&lt;br /&gt;
Forget the martinis: One way to impress clients today is to get them spinning—at the gym, that is. Can&#39;t come to terms? Box it out, and close the deal in the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coregasm&lt;br /&gt;
You may want to wait on this one till you get home. Forty percent of women in a survey experienced exercise induced orgasms on more than ten occasions. Kind of makes you want to sit up and take notice!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah, you&#39;re sick of your school bus being late everyday? Or you dont like
 the new driver your parents hired. Whatever it is that you are 
complaining about your daily commute to the school, you should learn to 
thank that you are sitting their going to school with the less danger 
you can think of. Unlike these unlucky ones who needs to face the danger 
just to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Forget the perils of 
bullies on the school bus—for the children of Los Pinos,  a village in 
the Colombian jungle, the trip to and from class holds rather more 
dramatic dangers. With their settlement cut off from neighboring 
communities by a 1,200-foot-deep gorge that takes two hours to walk 
around, the kids get across using 1,300-foot zip wires.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every morning, around a dozen of them arrive at the launch pad, armed 
with their own pulley,  rope and—crucially—a piece of wood to use as a 
brake so they don’t slam into the tires on the other side at 40mph. 
Smaller pupils are bundled into hessian sacks and tied to older 
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Some 60 adults brave the trip daily, too, often transporting supplies. 
Nobody knows what the zips’ weight limits are, but locals have carried 
animals, large food parcels and even furniture across, and the steel 
cables haven’t broken. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If there’s one thing worse than navigating a rickety wooden suspension 
bridge, it’s having to do so while looking at its broken predecessor 
dangling alongside. But that’s the routine of villagers in Hussaini, 
northern Pakistan, who need to cart firewood, crops and livestock across
 the 635-foot-long structure to reach their farmland.&lt;br /&gt;
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A strong gust of wind lifted up the old bridge a couple of years ago, 
then smashed it back down, dislodging most of the slats and rendering it
 useless. But the new bridge hasn’t had an easy time of it, either. A 
recent landslide caused the water levels of the Hunza River below to 
rise so much that the bridge was submerged for weeks. Indeed, even under
 normal conditions, the Hunza is no gentle stream. To put it bluntly, if
 you fell  off the bridge into the rapid-riddled torrent, you wouldn’t 
be sculling to safety.&lt;br /&gt;
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Locals try to keep the bridge patched up as best they can, relying on 
bits of wood, twine—and hope. But it’s still not so much a serious river
 crossing as something resembling an Indiana Jones film set—or possibly 
the Bridge of Death in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.&lt;br /&gt;
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This mountain pass is also known as El 
Camino de la Muerte, or “the Road of Death” —and the nickname’s not a 
jokey exaggeration. Up to 250 people a year have been killed on this 
38-mile-long stretch since it was carved into the mountainside in the 
1930s and became a key route for trucks traveling from Bolivia’s capital
 La Paz to rain forest settlements in the north.&lt;br /&gt;
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The road is 
about as wide as a dining table is long—not ideal when you’re trying to 
creep a truck round a hairpin bend with a 3,000-foot sheer drop on one 
side. Add a smattering of landslides, torrential rain, and another truck
 coming in the other direction (even if there is the occasional narrow 
passing place), and suddenly your local highway seems much more 
palatable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since 2006, a less-dangerous bypass has provided an 
alternative to the worst parts of the route. But, even so, the memorial 
crosses and floral tributes that appear at regular intervals along the 
Yungas Road show that it remains far from accident free.&lt;br /&gt;
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When it’s freezing cold outside, the 
thought of leaving your warm bed and waiting on a frigid train platform 
can fill even the hardiest with dread. So spare a thought for commuters 
in the eastern Siberian city  of Yakutsk—they regularly have to brave 
temperatures below minus -49°F.
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Just starting a car in such conditions can, of course, prove 
impossible (wealthier residents use heated garages that cost around 
$32,000—some four times the average annual salary). But if travelers 
manage that, they then have to brave roads that are so thickly coated in
 ice that winter tires are little help. There are dozens of accidents 
each week, as cars skate across junctions and career off roads.
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Waiting too long at the bus stop can be fatal, too—especially 
for older people, who can quickly develop respiratory problems. And 
permafrost means an underground tube system is out. The city will 
finally be linked to Russia’s over-ground rail network late this year, 
though, so at least residents will find it easier to get away.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tokyo rail system, Japan&lt;/h2&gt;
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You know a city’s got transport issues when it’s coined a specific phrase, tsukin jigoku,  to describe “commuter hell”.
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And Tokyo’s commuter lingo doesn’t stop there—or get much 
cheerier. White-gloved train pushers, known as oshiya, are employed to 
cram the rail network’s 8.7 million daily passengers into carriages. 
Meanwhile, sleazy travelers who take advantage of the cramped situation 
are labeled chikan—loosely translated as “train gropers”. As well as 
being sex pests, they also create paranoia. A girl recently caused chaos
 in  a carriage by spraying Mace at a number of innocent businessmen 
after she’d unwittingly straddled a clarinet case.&lt;br /&gt;
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The fact that 
there are plans to reduce Tokyo’s train capacity to 150 per cent in the 
next two years demonstrates the extent of the city’s problem. The Tōzai 
Metro line frequently operates at 199 per cent capacity. Passengers  can
 just about grasp a newspaper, but there’s no chance of holding it up 
and reading it.
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Beijing, China&lt;/h2&gt;
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Singer Katie Melua claims that there are 
“nine million bicycles in Beijing”, but it’s the five million cars she 
wants to worry about.


Even in crowded international capitals like London, where rush-hour 
traffic crawls along at under 10mph, there are just three million 
cars—or 432 cars per square mile. In Beijing, that figure is 1,226 and, 
though Beijing is half the size of London, the average commuting time is
 around 12 minutes longer at 52 minutes. 


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The Chinese capital’s economic growth over the last decade or so
 has resulted in 1,900 new vehicles on the road each day, and poor 
public transport doesn’t provide much of an alternative. What’s more, 
you don’t get ahead in a country of 1.3 billion people by waiting your 
turn, so a traffic jam on a two-lane highway can quickly turn into 
four-lane gridlock as drivers nose into gaps.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last August, a jam 
starting in Beijing grew into a 60-mile tailback that stretched all the 
way to Inner Mongolia and lasted nine days. For now, investing in a pair
 of sneakers and walking to work is probably the best option.&lt;/div&gt;
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note...I intentionally didn&#39;t edit this article from readers digest site, since this is a delicate issue and information.&amp;nbsp; They have the rights to be acknowledge by what they posed and researched. I just wanted t share what I read and I wanted to tell each one of us that every little things are to be thankful for. &lt;/div&gt;
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If you fail, never just take it as failure, always put in mind that from it you will learn something. Like after waking up all night to study for your exam, you ended up sleeping whole day long which lead you to miss your exam. Lesson is, study day by day, slowly and shortly but surely. So you wont have to cram on your exam days.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some examples you should take a read too. Its alright to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;When holding a DVD in one hand and food in the other, remember which hand has what when you take a bite.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;When running errands where one stop involves going to a bank and 
one involves dropping off a firearm, drop off the firearm first.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;If you’re prone to impulse purchases, stick to shoes, not tattoos.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;When attending a funeral, never clap after the eulogy, regardless of how meaningful and heartfelt it was.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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When buying, also remember this;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Can you tell me who the author of Shakespeare is?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I’m looking for a book, but I only know the title, not the author. It’s called Dante’s Inferno.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I definitely don’t want nonfiction. I like autobiographies and history.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Do you have Shakespeare in English?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Can I buy colgate, I like that red Close-up.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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..at amusement&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend was working at an amusement park when a 
couple stopped him. “Excuse me,” said the woman, pointing to a pond. 
“What is that water made out of?”&lt;br /&gt;
Bemused, my friend replied, “Two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen.”&lt;br /&gt;
“See?” she said to her boyfriend. “I told you it wasn’t real.”&lt;br /&gt;
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All those things are done mistakenly once. Dont ever do a mistake twice or it cant be a mistake anymore. It could be a sign of something you might not like.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;theres a lot to learn here...try to click&lt;br /&gt;
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