<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 10:52:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Hyena​ ឆ្កែចចកព្រៃ</title><description>It's not the name of the gang but it's the title of an old friend association! វាគឺគ្រាន់តែជាឈ្មោះរបស់សមាជិកមិត្តមួយក្រុមប៉ុណ្ណោះ</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-2597285090228604942</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2009 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-16T21:31:26.144-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lucky - Jason Mraz &amp; Colbie Caillat</title><description>Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, fell the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-2597285090228604942?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2009/03/lucky-jason-mraz-colbie-caillat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-8663237353665338880</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-06T00:48:22.520-07:00</atom:updated><title>POLITIC</title><description>A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?' Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am the head of the family, so call me The President. &lt;br /&gt;Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. &lt;br /&gt;We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. &lt;br /&gt;The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. &lt;br /&gt;And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. &lt;br /&gt;Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. &lt;br /&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. &lt;br /&gt;He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. &lt;br /&gt;Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. &lt;br /&gt;He gives up and goes back to bed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the little boy says to his father, &lt;br /&gt;'Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now. ' &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.' &lt;br /&gt;The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class &lt;br /&gt;while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-8663237353665338880?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/10/politic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-5228408749455151732</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-02T20:51:30.173-07:00</atom:updated><title>Girl Speak Out</title><description>To day i have to be ready for the Girl Speak Out tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-5228408749455151732?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-speak-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-3597813651922159107</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T03:21:22.899-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thun&amp;Den</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/SKqeh3WQIwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hRi-JNz192E/s1600-h/Sothun%26Den.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/SKqeh3WQIwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hRi-JNz192E/s400/Sothun%26Den.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236171821401776898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-3597813651922159107?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/08/thun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/SKqeh3WQIwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/hRi-JNz192E/s72-c/Sothun%26Den.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-4035970677576566502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 08:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T01:41:23.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fropki</category><title>Golden rules for finding your life partner by Dov Heller, M.A.</title><description>When it comes to making the decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake. Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50%, it appears that many are making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr./Miss. Right!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married, they'll say: "We're in love"; I believe this is the ..1 mistake people make when they date. Choosing a life partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound "not politically correct", there's a profound truth here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love will come. Let me say it again: "You can't build a lifetime relationship on love alone"; You need a lot more!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here are five questions you must ask yourself if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..1: Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for 20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you plan to do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together? You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a common life purpose.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage:&lt;br /&gt;(1) You can grow together, or&lt;br /&gt;(2) You can grow apart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50% of the people out there are growing apart. To make a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bottom line; marry someone who wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..2: Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship. Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The basis of having good communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't get "punished"; or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel afraid to express your thoughts and feelings. Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..3: Is he/she a mensch?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you test? Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular basis? Are they serious about improving themselves? A teacher of mine defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and do the right ";. So ask about your significant other: What do&lt;br /&gt;they do with their time? Is this person materialistic? Usually a materialistic person is not someone whose top priority is character refinement.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are essentially two types of people in the world:&lt;br /&gt;(1) People who are dedicated to personal growth and&lt;br /&gt;(2) people who are dedicated to seeking comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose goal in life is to be comfortable will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to know&lt;br /&gt;that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..4: How does he/she treat other people?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person pleasure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they wrapped up in themselves and self- absorbed?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To measure this, think about the following: How do they treat people whom they do not have to be nice to, such as waiters, bus boys, taxi drivers, etc.. How do they treat their parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If they don't have gratitude for the people who have given them everything; can you do nearly as much for them? You can be sure that someone, who treats others poorly, will eventually treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION ..5: Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're married?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention of trying to "improve"; them after they're married. As a colleague of mine puts it: "You can probably expect someone to change after marriage for the worse" If you cannot fully accept this person the way they are now, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous. The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with your heart. It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating; to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues. Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on your finger, you don't want to find yourself trouble because you didn't do your homework.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another perspective. ..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance.. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go of or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going anywhere relationships. Observe the relationships around you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pay attention...&lt;br /&gt;Which ones lift and which ones lean?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which ones encourage and which ones discourage?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which ones are on a path of growth uphill and which ones are going downhill?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you leave certain people do you feel better or feel worse?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which ones always have drama or don't really understand, know, or appreciate you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you seek quality, respect, growth, peace of mind, love and truth around you...the easier it will become for you to decide who gets to sit in the front row and who should be moved to the balcony of your life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An African proverb states, "Before you get married, keep both eyes open, and after you marry, close one eye"; Before you get involved and make a commitment to someone, don't let lust, desperation, immaturity, ignorance, pressure from others or a low self-esteem make you blind to warning signs. Keep your eyes open, and don't fool yourself that you can change someone or that what you see as faults aren't really that important.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you bring out the best in each other?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you compliment and compromise with each other, or do you compete, compare and control?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What do you bring to the relationship?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do you bring past relationships, past hurt, past mistrust, past pain?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can't take someone to the altar to alter them. You can't make someone love you or make someone stay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you develop self-esteem, spiritual discernment, and "a life"; you won't find yourself making someone else responsible for your happiness or responsible for your pain. Seeking status, sex, and security are the wrong reasons to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHAT KEEPS A RELATIONSHIP STRONG IS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. TRUST&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. COMMUNICATION&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. INTIMACY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. A SENSE OF HUMOR&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. SHARING TASKS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. SOME GETAWAY TIME WITHOUT BUSINESS OR CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. DAILY EXCHANGES (meal, shared activity, hug, call, touch, notes, etc.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. SHARING COMMON GOALS AND INTERESTS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. GIVING EACH OTHER SPACE TO GROW WITHOUT FEELING INSECURE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. GIVING EACH OTHER A SENSE OF BELONGING AND ASSURANCES OF COMMITMENT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If these qualities are missing, the relationship will erode as resentment withdrawal, abuse, neglect, and dishonesty; and pain will replace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-4035970677576566502?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden-rules-for-finding-your-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-5574595298025212180</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 04:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-02T22:00:47.223-07:00</atom:updated><title>When you believe</title><description>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EtLALxS_44&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EtLALxS_44&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many nights we've prayed&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains long&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayers so often prove in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seems like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;To swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;My heart's so full I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles, when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe, somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't always happen when you ask&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to give in to your fears&lt;br /&gt;(Oh...Ohhhh)&lt;br /&gt;But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't see your way straight throught the rain&lt;br /&gt;Small but still, resilient voice&lt;br /&gt;Says love is the relief&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;(Miracles)&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;(Lord, when you believe)&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;(Though hope is frail)&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;(Hard to kill, Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;Who know what miracles,you can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe, somehow you will(somehow,somehow, somehow)&lt;br /&gt;somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will when you&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Just believe...in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Just believe&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-5574595298025212180?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-you-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-3649965356005433321</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-19T19:58:36.383-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fropki</category><title>Why was 6 afriad of 7??? (Story)</title><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#808080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why was 6 afraid of 7? Most people think it had  something to do with 7s consumption of 9. This is not true. I will tell you the  actual story which i stolen from a saga..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What happened  is that 4 and 7 had been going together for a long time. I mean, everybody  expected them to get married and everything. They were voted "most likely couple  to succeed" by everyone in their class at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But then, one day, no warning at all, 7 breaks up with  4. He did it over the phone. Rumor had it that 7 was hoping to "trade up" on 4  by dating 12. 12 was sexy and dangerous and mysterious… everything that 7  thought that he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4, of course, was devastated. Ashamed to tell her  family...what would her friends think...all of her plans for their future  together gone...All that stuff. She called 6. He was an old friend. They were  close, long ago, before she had started dating 7. But - as so often happens -  her attention had turned to her love and she and 6 had drifted  apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But now, in her pain, she turned to 6. He didn’t mind at  all. He had really missed her - though he would never have admitted it. They  started to spend time together. Just friends, of course. 4s pain being too  fresh, too new. They went to diners, saw movies, walked in parks. They stayed up  till the early hours of several mornings talking on the phone about... well,  what didn’t they talk about? They quickly grew inseparable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They grew closer and closer, 4 and 6. And their feelings  for each other deepened. Before they even realized what was happening, they were  falling in love. Real love. 4 began to realize that what she had had with 7 was  shallow, superficial, convenient. She had loved him, of course. But 4 now  understood a deeper love... a truer love. She had found Soul Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As you might have guessed, things didn’t work too well  for 7. He dressed just right, hung out with the right people, made sure he was  in the right places at the right times. Its not as if 12 hadn't noticed him,  either. She did. In fact, at first 7 thought things were going just swell. They  had done it on their first date. They went out a few more times after that too,  but something was just not right and 7 could feel it. It turned out, in the end,  that what wasn't right was that 12 really just didn’t care about him. He was a  quick screw, a couple free dinners, and then she was on to whomever else would  take her for a quick and easy ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12 wasn't much into attachments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Divested, 7 turned his attention back to 4. What a  mistake he had made! He could not wait to explain it all to her - promise he was  hers forever this time - and hold her once again in his arm.&lt;br /&gt;But 7 had been  so focused on his conquest of 12 that he had no idea what 4 had been up to. He  did not know about she and 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You can imagine how stunned 7 was when he found  out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6? Wait... 6? He remembered that number, sure. Some old  friend of 4 or something. But 7 hadn’t seen or heard of 6 in years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7 sank into a deep despair. He wasn’t very smart, that  number 7. Perhaps you had suspected that all along. But see, the thing is, when  a number is not extremely bright, and he is stricken with despair, when he is...  desperate, he often feels the need to react physically. 7 began to feel a  violent urge. He began to think about 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Word soon found its way around to 6, who was  understandably concerned. 7 was, for certain, much bigger than 6. 6 began to  worry. He worried a lot. He made certain not to walk past 7s house. He refused  to go to the mall with 4 - and he insisted they avoid their favorite diner. The  parks, of course, were completely out of the question. In fact 6 became afraid  to be seen with 4 at all! If 7 caught them together, it would make things so  much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;His fear of 7 became so great that it had a devastating  effect on his relationship with 4. Why can’t you face him? She would ask. Stand  up for yourself - stand up for us! She would shout. She didn’t understand at  all, thought 6. This wasn’t just anyone, it was 7! 6 wouldn't stand a chance and  he knew it. They all new it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4 was crushed. She had lost 7, now her relationship with  6 was falling apart. If he could not even stand up for their love, then what was  it worth? Nothing. Nothing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Time passed. 4 met 14 in the express lane of the  supermarket. He backed into her, her bag toppled, groceries spread across the  floor. Clumsily, they knocked heads bending over to pick up the goods. They were  both very sorry - they said so many times each. They are married now - 2 kids  too! Little 3 and 14 jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6 and 7 moved on too of course. But 7 never forgave 6.  To this day, 6 actively avoids running into him. What would happen if they met?  Who knows. Probably an awkward moment, a realization of the loss of years... the  insignificance of it all. Not much else, too be sure. Then they would walk away  and not speak of it to anyone. Did 6 ever really have anything to fear in the  first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In any case, that’s pretty much it. That’s why 6 was  afraid of 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And what about 9? Had 7 actually eaten him? Truth be  told, 9 was out of town on business when the whole affair went down. By the time  he came back, it was old news. Somehow or another the whole 789 rumor got  started, but 9 didn’t mind much. It gave him an edge of notoriety. When girls at  the bar realized he was 9... the 9, well, it didn't hurt him one  bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And in the end, to 9, that was all that really  mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-3649965356005433321?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-was-6-afriad-of-7-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-7484313768310382806</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T19:39:06.096-07:00</atom:updated><title>Why do women's clothes button from th left</title><description>&lt;a rel="nofollow" style="text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Unicode MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;It is hardly surprising that clothing manufacturers might adhere to uniform standards for the various features of garments bought by any given group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;What seems strange, however, is that the standard adopted for women is precisely the opposite of the one for men. If the standard were completely arbitrary, that would be one thing. But the men's standard would appear to make more sense for women as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Around 90 per cent of the world's population is right-handed, and it is easier for right-handers to button shirts from the right. So why do women's garments button from the left? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;This is an example in which history seems to matter. When buttons first appeared in the 17th century, they were seen only on garments of the wealthy. At that time it was the custom for rich men to dress themselves and for women to be dressed by servants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Having women's shirts button from the left thus made things easier for the mostly right-handed servants who dressed them. Having men's shirts button from the right made sense not only because most men dressed themselves, but also because a sword drawn from the left hip with the right hand would be less likely to become caught in the shirt. Today, virtually no women are dressed by servants, so why is buttoning from the left still the norm for women? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;In economics, a norm, once established, resists change. At a time when all women's shirts buttoned from the left, it would have been risky for any single manufacturer to offer women's shirts that buttoned from the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;After all, women had grown accustomed to shirts that buttoned from the left and would have to develop new habits and skills to switch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Beyond that practical difficulty, some women might also have found it socially awkward to appear in public wearing shirts that buttoned from the right, since anyone who noticed would assume they were wearing men's shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15.5pt; color: blue; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Source: http://www.fropki.com/awareness-vf100.html&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-7484313768310382806?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-womens-clothes-button-from-th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-2269994719644370353</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:22.133-08:00</atom:updated><title>Old Pictures</title><description>These are the pictures that we took before one of the intern staff, Emma, moved back to her country. I miss that time  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9elmbGqrwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NP0bLw2YYUk/s1600-h/P1120033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9elmbGqrwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NP0bLw2YYUk/s400/P1120033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176788376215006978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady, don't touch my head :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9i0MrGqryI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9EaDVaCBM24/s1600-h/P1120052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9i0MrGqryI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9EaDVaCBM24/s400/P1120052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177085901484502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Paula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a dragover="true" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9iourGqrxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GR-p1H2yWP0/s1600-h/P1120050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img dragover="true" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9iourGqrxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GR-p1H2yWP0/s400/P1120050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177073291460521746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Mr. confidential :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-2269994719644370353?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2008/03/old-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/R9elmbGqrwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NP0bLw2YYUk/s72-c/P1120033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-6533587263624952604</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 04:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T20:16:19.617-08:00</atom:updated><title>នឿយហត់និងជីវិត</title><description>មិនយល់ថាហេតុអ្វីបានជាមនុស្សកាន់តែធំមានទុក្ខលំបាកកាន់តែច្រើន, ខ្ញុំពិតជាមិនយល់សោះ តើមាននណារអាចឆ្លើយនិងសំនួរនេះបានទេ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-6533587263624952604?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-1499752638816635646</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jun 2007 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T22:09:52.832-07:00</atom:updated><title>Before n' After the Marriage</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Before the marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She:&lt;/strong&gt; Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now after the marriage ... read it from bottom to top !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-1499752638816635646?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-n-after-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-7135212303231379469</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T01:07:41.700-07:00</atom:updated><title>Six Ways to make People Like You</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Principle 1: Become genuinely interested in other people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple way to make a good impression. The expression one wears on one's face if far more important than the clothes one wears on one's back. Actions speak louder than words, and a smile says, " I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you." You must have a good time meeting people i f you expect them to have a good time meeting you. You don't feel like smiling? Then what? Two things. First, force yourself to smile. If you are alone, force yourself to whistle or hum a tune or sing. Act as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy. "Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, which is not." -William James. Happiness doesn't depend on outward conditions. It depends on inner conditions. It isn't what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about it. "There is nothing either good or bad," said Shakespeare, "but thinking makes it so." Your smile is a messenger of your good will. Your smile brightens the lives of all who see it. To someone who has seen a dozen people frown, scowl or turn their faces away, your smile is like the sun breaking through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 2: Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't do this, you are headed for trouble The average person is more interested in his or her own name than all the other names on earth put together. Remember that name and call it easily, and you have paid a subtle and very effective compliment. But forget it or misspell it-and you have plac e yourself at a sharp disadvantage. Whenever you meet a new acquaintance, find out his or her complete name and some facts about his or her family, business or political opinions. Fix all these facts well in mind as part of the picture, and the next time you meet that person, even if it was a year later, you will be able to shake hands, inquire after the family, and ask about the hollyhocks in the backyard. Sometimes it is difficult to remember a name, particularly if it is hard to pronounce. Rather than even try to learn it, many people ignore it or call the person by an easy nickname. Most people don't remember names, for the simple reason that they don't take the time and energy necessary to concentrate and repeat and fix names indelibly in their minds. If you don't hear the name distinctly say excuse me I didn't get your name clearly. Then, if it is an unusual name, ask how it is spelled. Use the person's name several times in the conversation; try to associate it in your mind with the person's featur es, expression and general appearance. Then, when you are alone write the name down on a piece of paper, look at it, and concentrate on it, fix it securely in your mind, in this way you will gain an eye impression of the name as well as an ear impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 3: Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy way to become a good conversationalist Listen intently; listen because you are genuinely interested. That kind of listening is one of the highest compliments we can pay anyone. The chronic kicker, even the most violent critic, will frequently soften and be subdued in the presence of a patient, sympathetic listener-a listener who will be silent with the irate fault-finger dilates like a king cobra and spews the poison out of his system. Be more eager to hear what a person has to say then even they are to tell it. Many people prefer good list eners to good talkers, but the ability to listen seems rarer than almost any other good trait. All we want when we are in trouble is a friendly, sympathetic listener to unburden yourself. That is frequently all the irritated customer wants, and the dissat isfied employee or the hurt friend. If you want to know how to make people shun you and laugh at you behind your back and even despise you, here is the recipe: Never listen to anyone for long. Talk incessantly about yourself. If you have an idea while the other person is talking, don't wait for him or her to finish: bust right in and interrupt in the middle of a sentence. If you aspire to be a good conversationalist, be an attentive listener. To be interesting, be interested. Ask questions that other persons will enjoy answering. Encourage them to talk about themselves and their accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 4: Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to interest people The royal road to a person's heart is to talk about the things he or she treasures most. Make an effort to find out what interests the person then get them talking about it. Talking in terms of the other person's interests pays off for both parties. When asked what reward he got from it, Mr. Herzig responded that he not only received a different reward from each person but that in general the reward had been an enlargement of his life each time he spoke to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 5: Talk in terms of the other person's interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make people like you instantly. Ask yourself " What is there about him or her that I can honestly admire?" That is sometimes a hard question to answer, especially with strangers. You want approval of those with whom you come in contact. You want recognition of your true worth. You want a feeling that your are important in our little world. You don't want to listen to cheap, insincere flattery, but you do crave sincere appreciation. So let's obey the Golden Rule, and give unto others what we would have others give unto us. How? When? Where? The answer is all the time, everywhere. Use little phrases such as "I'm sorry to trouble you, ___." "Would you please ___?" "Won't you please?" "Would you mind?" "Thank you." The unvarnished truth is that almost all the people you meet feel themselves superior to you in some way, and a sure way to their hearts is to let them realize in some subtle way that you recognize their importance, and recognize it sincerely. Talk to people about themselves and they will listen for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle 6: Make the other person feel important-and do it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Nutshell: Six ways to make people like you Become genuinely interested in other people. Smile. Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language. Be a good listener. Encourage others to talk about themselves. Talk in terms of the other person's interests. Make the other person feel important-and do it sincerely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-7135212303231379469?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/06/six-ways-to-make-people-like-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-3075202704610712921</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:23.758-08:00</atom:updated><title>Regional Workshop in SHV</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first, i just wanna say sorry to all of the participants here cause my camerais error. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took nearly a hundred of photograph, but now they're gone without reason... I'm so disappointed cause i'm a camera-man. But I promiss i'll capture them back from the camera video for them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl6AJnbIUVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r8S1CQhmzoQ/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070631133155709266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl6AJnbIUVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r8S1CQhmzoQ/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Chea Thong is on the left hand-side with his group members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_6XbIUUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/peheRDfgS0s/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070630871162704194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_6XbIUUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/peheRDfgS0s/s400/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. Somaly on the left and Ms. Houpatey on the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_pnbIUTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/chVJEZZGUgI/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070630583399895346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_pnbIUTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/chVJEZZGUgI/s400/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Cool Love, Ryan and Mr. Sopheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_cHbIUSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BXx7EWbRZTY/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070630351471661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_cHbIUSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BXx7EWbRZTY/s400/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The representative of the group Ms. Houpatey from PJJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_RXbIURI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nUdfbpBQwPA/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070630166788067602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_RXbIURI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nUdfbpBQwPA/s400/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a lawyer from CDP, Chakrya...&lt;br /&gt;Just know your name; it's so sweet.. he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_AXbIUQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vt6idVTnqYo/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070629874730291458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5_AXbIUQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vt6idVTnqYo/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5-wHbIUPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZP2PvHZt1uY/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070629595557417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl5-wHbIUPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZP2PvHZt1uY/s400/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. Mony from VCAO and me, COSECAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-3075202704610712921?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/workshop-in-shv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rl6AJnbIUVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r8S1CQhmzoQ/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-6079480359292700699</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 08:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:24.903-08:00</atom:updated><title>Some Pics to show</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaq9H_fiDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y5xnSK1IhXw/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068426397746169906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaq9H_fiDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y5xnSK1IhXw/s400/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who took this pic; it's just a pen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaqc3_fiCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RiMDf-vg6Q8/s1600-h/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068425843695388706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaqc3_fiCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RiMDf-vg6Q8/s400/DSC00153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlap4X_fiBI/AAAAAAAAADs/cH7LowuO0SI/s1600-h/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068425216630163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlap4X_fiBI/AAAAAAAAADs/cH7LowuO0SI/s400/DSC00152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're good in self-service, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RlapO3_fiAI/AAAAAAAAADk/lOtY2W4NPMU/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068424503665592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RlapO3_fiAI/AAAAAAAAADk/lOtY2W4NPMU/s400/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yan, your idea is not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaodn_fh_I/AAAAAAAAADc/YK6XUzQkts0/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068423657557034994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaodn_fh_I/AAAAAAAAADc/YK6XUzQkts0/s400/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of them are the future big position civil servant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know??;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlann3_fh-I/AAAAAAAAADU/17UvgMGbT8c/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068422734139066338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlann3_fh-I/AAAAAAAAADU/17UvgMGbT8c/s400/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Den look great is this picture that why i posted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlam6H_fh9I/AAAAAAAAADM/0pj6Bq6b8mc/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068421948160051154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlam6H_fh9I/AAAAAAAAADM/0pj6Bq6b8mc/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know whose hand?? guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-6079480359292700699?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-pics-to-show.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/Rlaq9H_fiDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/y5xnSK1IhXw/s72-c/DSC00158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-5511765292149433598</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 07:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-25T00:45:58.197-07:00</atom:updated><title>Women's Lib International Conference</title><description>The first speaker, a lady from England stood up andsaid, "During last year's conference, we spoke about being more assertive with our husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the conference, I went home and told myhusband, Barrington, that I would no longer cook forhim and that he would have to do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first day, I saw nothing. The second day,I saw nothing, but on the third day, I saw that hehad cooked a wonderful roast Lamb."&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd cheered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second speaker from Russia, stood up andsaid,"After last year's conference, I went home and told my husband, Ivan, that I would no longer do hislaundry and that he would have to do it himself.The first day, I saw nothing. After the secondday, I saw nothing, but on the third day, I saw that he had done not only his own washing, but mine aswell.&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd again cheered).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third speaker, a Filipino lady from Visayas, stood up and said, "Aftir lass year's kampirince, Iwin hum(went home) and tuld dat lazy husband opmines, Pidro, dat I was tro getting his slippers,kuking his meals ol da tyme, washing his undirwir and dat he was guing to hab to do dem himsilf.&lt;br /&gt;(The crowd went wild with cheering and clappingthat lasted for five long minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued,"Aftir da first day, I see nating.Aftir da secun day, agin I see nating, but aftir datird day, I could see a little bit out of my leffeye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-5511765292149433598?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/womens-lib-international-conference.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-4029710391517945902</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 08:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:26.166-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lunch time</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBDoEr2-DI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zcSZg5PVBk/s1600-h/P5080031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062120336895965234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBDoEr2-DI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zcSZg5PVBk/s400/P5080031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bol look funny... Kon-neang you have no skill; still worse than Da (V) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBB9kr2-CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yD941mAtL2s/s1600-h/P5080045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062118507239897122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBB9kr2-CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yD941mAtL2s/s400/P5080045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of you look cute! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBA00r2-BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZxPyfLpjm3w/s1600-h/P5080040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062117257404413970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBA00r2-BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZxPyfLpjm3w/s400/P5080040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He stole my style and friend ... he he eh ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA_Xkr2-AI/AAAAAAAAACs/gx0iPYxIy-Q/s1600-h/P5080039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062115655381612546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA_Xkr2-AI/AAAAAAAAACs/gx0iPYxIy-Q/s400/P5080039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; V style agains ... too old :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA9dEr29_I/AAAAAAAAACk/F2shPDrM-zQ/s1600-h/P5080020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062113550847637490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA9dEr29_I/AAAAAAAAACk/F2shPDrM-zQ/s400/P5080020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the famouse future DJ ... so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA8Q0r29-I/AAAAAAAAACc/jwgyM-_4sHU/s1600-h/P5080017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062112240882612194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA8Q0r29-I/AAAAAAAAACc/jwgyM-_4sHU/s400/P5080017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How much we pay on the lunch time, you can see! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA7XUr299I/AAAAAAAAACU/yG3cqmrtIyo/s1600-h/P5080010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062111253040134098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkA7XUr299I/AAAAAAAAACU/yG3cqmrtIyo/s400/P5080010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, it's hard to find the good pic for you Kon neang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, you always well prepare V... V...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-4029710391517945902?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/lunch-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RkBDoEr2-DI/AAAAAAAAADE/3zcSZg5PVBk/s72-c/P5080031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-7983874524716039913</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 02:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:26.426-08:00</atom:updated><title>Love Slogan</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you're a sudent of Busines school, you might familiar with the slogan of some product or services?? But do you know the slogan of love, hu?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............... ............... ...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060534226948388786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RjqhEUr297I/AAAAAAAAACA/kWX7usytrxY/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-7983874524716039913?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-slogan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/RjqhEUr297I/AAAAAAAAACA/kWX7usytrxY/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-7741117751322035066</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-03T20:51:11.874-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Best Medicine</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laugh is the best medecine if you wanna look younger, you know that?? :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Ted, if your father has $10 and you ask him for $6, how much would your father still have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ted&lt;/strong&gt;: $10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: You don't know maths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ted&lt;/strong&gt;: You don't know my father! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: David, come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes, mum? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: You really disappoint me. Your results are getting worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt;: But I will only get my report book tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother&lt;/strong&gt;: I know that. But I am going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I am scolding you now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt;: Why did you fail your mathematics test? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son&lt;/strong&gt;: On Monday, teacher said 3+5=8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father&lt;/strong&gt;: So? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son&lt;/strong&gt;: On Tuesday, she said 4+4=8 And on Wednesday, she said 6+2=8. If she can't make up her mind, how do I know the right answer? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;: Do you love me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes Dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;: Would you die for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;: No, mine is undying love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waiter&lt;/strong&gt;: I've stewed liver, boiled tongue and frog's leg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't tell me your problems. Give me the menu card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Simon, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did u copy his? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simon&lt;/strong&gt;: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: "Where were u born?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: "Singapore, Sir." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: "Which part?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: "All of me, Sir." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: "How come you do not comb your hair?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Kow&lt;/strong&gt;: "No comb, Sir." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: "Use your dad's then." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Kow&lt;/strong&gt;: "No hair, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: History is a very interesting subject. It tells you about what had happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: Please teacher, I don't think I want to study history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student&lt;/strong&gt;: There is no future in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A boy came home from school with his exam results. "What did u get?" asked his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"My marks are under water," said the boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"What do u mean 'under water'?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"They are all below 'C' level"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;............ ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... ......... .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-7741117751322035066?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-medicine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-3853681873279223946</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 05:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-25T00:57:39.442-07:00</atom:updated><title>My favorite song "Curbside Prophet"</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana; WIDTH: 310px"&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 310px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://videzonn.com/videos/j/jason_mraz/curbside_project_live.html" target="_blank"&gt;CURBSIDE PROJECT LIVE (by Jason Mraz) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://videzonn.com/videos/j/jason_mraz/curbside_project_live_554483.asx" width="300" height="280" type="application/x-mplayer2" autostart="1" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a class="ll" href="http://videzonn.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m waiting for my rocket to come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m waiting for my rocket, ya'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y’see it started way back in nyc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i stole my first rhyme from the m.i.c. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at a west end avenue at 63&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beginning of a leap year, february, ’96 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a guitar picked up in the mix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i committed to the licks like a nickel bag of tricks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well look at me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look at me now look at me now, now, now, now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket to come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well you’re never gonna guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where i’ve been been been &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i have no regrets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that i bet my whole checking account &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because it all amounts to nothing up in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well you can only count on the road again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we’ll soon be on the radio dial &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i been payin close attention to the willie nelson style &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a band of gypsies on the highway while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m one man pushin’ on the california skyline drive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up the coast I brag and I boast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ’m pickin up my pace and makin time like space ghost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;raising a toast to the highway patrol with the most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put my cruise control's on coast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuz i'm tourin' around the nation on extended vacation see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my limitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i say, "i like your style, crazy pound pup! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you need a ride? [*woof*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well come on, girl, hop in the truck!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket to come &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet with my hand in my pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm waiting for my rocket to come on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my hand in my pocket and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm waiting for my rocket, ya'll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see i'm a down home brother, redneck undercover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my guitar here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm ready to play &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm s a sucker for a filly got a natural ability &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm geared to freestyle look at my flexibility &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dangerous at the mike my ghetto hat's cocked right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ladies say, "yo, that kid is crazy" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the backstage betties taking more than they can get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they say, "what's up with m-r-a-z?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, hey, something's different in my world today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well they changed my traffic sign &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to a brighter yellow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey, hey, something's different in my world today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they changed my traffic sign to a brighter yellow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just a curbside prophet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curbside prophet now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curbside prophet now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curbside come on, now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;curbside prohet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waiting for my rocket to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-3853681873279223946?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-favorite-song-curbside-prophet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-3083648429517363280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T20:44:59.141-07:00</atom:updated><title>Top Ten Things You Don't Want To Hear During Surgery</title><description>&lt;p&gt;1 Don't worry. I think it is sharp enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Nurse, did this patient sign the organs donation card?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Damn! Page 84 of the manual is missing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Everybody stand back! I lost a contact lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Hand me that...uh... that uh.....thingie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Better save that. We'll need it for the autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 "Accept this sacrifice, O Great Lord of Darkness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Whoa, wait a minute, if this is his spleen, then what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 "Ya know, there's big money in kidneys. Hell, he's got two of 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 What do you mean "You want a divorce?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced in surgery; it's terrible.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-3083648429517363280?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/04/top-ten-things-you-dont-want-to-hear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-2663186254900575878</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T20:42:18.124-07:00</atom:updated><title>Funny Poem</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She Was Looking... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirty feet away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see a beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each time I look up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is looking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making meGaze at her eyesFor awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a black outfit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her smile is so naiveMaking me stay here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing her brown hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart wants to beClose to her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And wants toAll night long stay here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As every timeShe smiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do want to go near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But,What can I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am afraid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her boyfriend is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-2663186254900575878?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-5964074275974028296</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-18T19:53:10.667-07:00</atom:updated><title>Family Problems</title><description>Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.&lt;br /&gt;The Indian man said to the American, "You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once." We call this arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love... I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American said, Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say you have family problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a break !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has... :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-5964074275974028296?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/04/family-problems.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-6492437407288469786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-25T19:54:34.966-07:00</atom:updated><title>To Realize</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of a sister Ask someone Who doesn't have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to A premature baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To! realize The value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time waits for no one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treasure every moment you have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To realize the value of a friend: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lose one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-6492437407288469786?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-realize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-7873298894161207620</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-05T23:18:26.446-08:00</atom:updated><title>Some Jokes to laugh :)</title><description>Teacher: "How do u think Shakespeare wrote such master pieces?&lt;br /&gt;"College student: "With a pencil, maam, either a 2B or not 2B."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school girl was having an eye test."Can u read out the letters on the chart on the wall?" asked the optician.&lt;br /&gt;"Chart? Where?" asked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was asking her class: "What is the difference between 'unlawful' and 'illegal'?&lt;br /&gt;"Only one hand shot up.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, answer, Joan," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"'unlawful' is when u do something the law doesn't allow and 'ill egal' is a sick eagle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE : Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct.&lt;br /&gt;Now, class, who discovered America?&lt;br /&gt;CLASS : George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUBSTITUTE TEACHER: Are you chewing gum?&lt;br /&gt;BILLY : No, I'm Billy Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD : Teacher, would you punish me for something I didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;HAROLD : Good, because I didn't do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILVIA: Dad, can you write in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;FATHER: I think so. What do you want me to write?&lt;br /&gt;SYLVIA: Your name on this report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't the principal a dummy!" said a boy to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;"Say, do you know who I am?" asked the girl.&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm the principal's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;"And do you know who I am?" asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank goodness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Correct the sentence, "A bull and a cow is grazing in the field"&lt;br /&gt;Student : A cow and a bull is grazing in the field&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : How?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Ladies first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : How old is your father ?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : As old as me&lt;br /&gt;Man : How can that be ?&lt;br /&gt;Boy : He became a father only when I was born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-7873298894161207620?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-jokes-to-laugh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3469743202412408984.post-5765482487664383008</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 03:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T12:54:26.770-08:00</atom:updated><title>It's all about angles</title><description>The numbers we all use (1, 2, 3, 4, etc.) are known as " arabic" numbers to distinguish them from the " Roman Numerals" (I, II, III, IV, V, VI, etc). Actually the arabs popularized these numbers but they were originally used by the early phonecian traders to count and keep track of their trading accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever thought &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ........ 1 means "one", and 2 means "two"? The roman numerals are easy to understand but what was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the logic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behind the phonecian numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about angles !It's the number of angles. If one writes the numbers down (see below) on a piece of paper in their older forms, one quickly sees why. I have marked the angles with "o"s. No 1 has one angle. No 2 has two angles. No 3 has three angles. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and "O" has no angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036424651979007794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/ReT5iW86pzI/AAAAAAAAABg/1h0RT3XLrpg/s400/006.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Interesting, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;An ancient phonecian manuscript explains this and I thought it to be fascinating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3469743202412408984-5765482487664383008?l=hyena-gang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://hyena-gang.blogspot.com/2007/02/numbers-we-all-use-1-2-3-4-etc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Hyena)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ShLQ2scwkX0/ReT5iW86pzI/AAAAAAAAABg/1h0RT3XLrpg/s72-c/006.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>