<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:58:03.818+01:00</updated><category term='annoying thing'/><category term='malta'/><category term='pirates'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='education'/><category term='meet...'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='bin'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='carribean'/><category term='france'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='tag'/><category term='wine'/><category term='delay'/><category term='debate'/><category term='dublin'/><category term='toilet paper'/><category term='smile'/><category term='travel'/><category term='puerto vallarta'/><category term='wordle'/><category term='mmj'/><category term='family'/><category term='bus'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='call center'/><category term='friends'/><category term='san diego'/><category term='story'/><category term='weather'/><category term='indian'/><category term='women'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='photography'/><category term='manzanillo'/><category term='cultures'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='music'/><category term='aurevoir'/><category term='single'/><category term='pigeon'/><category term='india'/><category term='award'/><category term='move'/><category term='trip'/><category term='misc'/><category term='complaint'/><category term='life'/><category term='los angeles'/><category term='xmas'/><category term='passion'/><category term='interview'/><category term='tmi'/><category term='fridge'/><category term='sunny'/><category term='flickr'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='ireland'/><category term='festival'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='play'/><category term='plane'/><category term='speech'/><category term='joke'/><category term='men'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='teenager'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='singer'/><category term='love'/><category term='hospital'/><title type='text'>It's in the Eire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-5854119553913177476</id><published>2009-07-23T21:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:20:43.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aurevoir'/><title type='text'>699707...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Smjh7HpkLcI/AAAAAAAABBw/bNcR-BO1pUQ/s1600-h/mehopital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Smjh7HpkLcI/AAAAAAAABBw/bNcR-BO1pUQ/s320/mehopital.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361783762166492610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;It is been more than a week now that I wake up wid a migraine... till I go to bed with one... I won t say it was an heavy migraine... but it feels more like a constant hangover... and i swear i did not drink...because of that, I have been sleeping approximately 3 to 4h per night which is half of what I used to sleep... till that wednesday... when I woke at 3 with sour pain in my stomach.... to be frank I freaked out cauze i never had this kind of pain before, I thought it was because I took too much meds to fix that damn migraine... but that stomach pain was coming.... and leaving...coming and leaving... at 3rd time I decided to go to the hospital in Dublin... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wrong idea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab, I guess the taxi driver freaked out when i asked him to drive me to the near hospital... might have think i was a drunkard ready to redecorate his brand new mercedes... I arrived at the emergency... first sign... '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;100 euros&lt;/span&gt; to pay for the consult...' (300 euros for non EU... still havent figure it out y)... well I have to tell you... you d better be not in a hurry or about to die... because before u can even see a nurse you have to answer a couple of admin questions.....&lt;br /&gt;15 min later I got to see one nurse... who gave me that bracelet... you are number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;699707 &lt;/span&gt;:) Then a second nurse came to get some blood sample... now too bad for me... I am not a big fan of needles... as a matter of fact... I was getting even sicker... specially when she fuck up twice... wondering which vein she could play wid... when i saw the size of needle I told 'oh It ain t gonna happen... no way u ll get that one in my arm' my veins have the tendancy to disappear when they feel the needle coming....&lt;br /&gt;then a doctor came... welll when I say doctor she looked younger than me... was not wearing the white coat... and when i saw the colour right undernearth her eyes... a very dark purple... i guess the last time she saw a bed ... was more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24 hours &lt;/span&gt;ago... and that did not re assure me at alll... but even though she messed up once... she finally decided to get a smaller needle... the one used for kids :P and got it through my vein :)&lt;br /&gt;... What happened next.... well nothing... just wait....and wait... 1...2....3....4....5 hours....from 5AM become 10AM.... then 11.... from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; cubicle 12&lt;/span&gt; with curtains around me they moved me to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;B1&lt;/span&gt; which was just a parking space for sick people in the hallway... I sadly say goodbye to Louise an 85 years old lady  located in cubicle 11 who was snoring or moving her arm too much so that her machine that was counting the BP or heart bip was beeping everytime.... I felt like I was in the geriatric department ...so much old people with Maurice who was looking for his sleepers to go to the bathroom or Edwards who was waiting for his pills to take :)&lt;br /&gt;During these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5 hours&lt;/span&gt;... i felt ... empty... i felt like a number... number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;699707&lt;/span&gt;... all the patients received a visit from someone.... except me... the results from the analysis were negatives... which is a good thing... but Doctor n3 told me to go and get rest... did i get a treatment for my migraines? nop Did I get the number of of neurologue ? Nops.... I left the hospital... alone... got a cab and went home.... the most disappointing is that some people who I thought was caring about me and was aware I was at the hospital did not bother coming not even calling... so when I heard my friends say.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it s only when u are in the shit... that you know who is your real friends ready to dig up for ya.&lt;/span&gt;.. well I guess now I know... am I sad? no but I am disappointed for sure... but in way I was not that surprised! Oh well... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit happens right!&lt;/span&gt; I am still alive so no big deal... i m just having a rough time with these bloody migraines ;( I ll be gone to France on monday to try a new treatment to try to reduce the number of migraines i m having... let s hope for the best. Won t be much around blogs.... my mum who is a nurse by the way will kill me if I spend to much time on the internet with my migraines and she is right :P&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you people is having a gr888888888888t time.... i ll see you in a week!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&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/8751213038625842326-5854119553913177476?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5854119553913177476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5854119553913177476' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5854119553913177476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5854119553913177476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/07/699707.html' title='699707...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Smjh7HpkLcI/AAAAAAAABBw/bNcR-BO1pUQ/s72-c/mehopital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1755893968089074469</id><published>2009-07-18T14:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:24:40.515+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Introducing Isofoto :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi guys..... I am happy to introduce you to my new photos's site &lt;a href="http://www.isofoto.fr"&gt;ISOFOTO&lt;/a&gt;  I am super happy about it. It took me a while to do it and post on it (geeezzz i have 3 sites now) well this one is very important for me because someday i m hoping i could become a real photographer as a full time job... it might take a while, it might never happened but for once i m still keeping hope!&lt;br /&gt;So guys please go have a look there when you have some time, leave comments if you want, any tips, advices or else will be appreciated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my latest post you will see how I used GIMP to remove ugly cables on my sunset pic that I posted on my previous post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Little question to end that short post: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you had the possibility to travel in the past, when you go and what would you change? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I ll answer the question on my next post too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a freakintastic end of the weekend!!!!&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/8751213038625842326-1755893968089074469?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1755893968089074469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1755893968089074469' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1755893968089074469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1755893968089074469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-isofoto.html' title='Introducing Isofoto :)'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7220258028798377718</id><published>2009-07-11T20:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:11:23.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>a smile....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw4tgVA1I/AAAAAAAABBI/yx7Obfhtgb4/s1600-h/DSC_0090-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw4tgVA1I/AAAAAAAABBI/yx7Obfhtgb4/s320/DSC_0090-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357296613835735890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tonite I am smiling... and Gus knows how long i haven t been smiling, i know that in 2 days i ll be back to my unhappy place but i don t give a shit because today i smiled more than the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3 months&lt;/span&gt;. Today I spent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4 hours&lt;/span&gt; eating in a restaurant and this is how we rule in France! Food is like spirit an religion in India.... and when it s with your family it means even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw5R_43jI/AAAAAAAABBY/IGmznxtCDg0/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw5R_43jI/AAAAAAAABBY/IGmznxtCDg0/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357296623631785522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10PM&lt;/span&gt; and i am watchin the pinkish sunset laying on a pool chair while listening to some soft zen music.... me and the sky... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;best romantic date ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw most of my dad s family, except my uncle who was too sick to come, hope to see him tomorrow. We went to a restaurant and i ate like an elephant... pate... fish...meat...cheese...cake, u name it :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; And the best part was the smile of my granpa who recently turned 80!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw4dTBWwI/AAAAAAAABBA/6rtiP8LZhdg/s1600-h/DSC_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw4dTBWwI/AAAAAAAABBA/6rtiP8LZhdg/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357296609484954370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve seen all these smiles and laugh even with 2 people who were not getting along pretty well, have seen a brother and sister laughing... and uncle and niece tolerating each others.... it was a memorable day for me that i ll keep forever in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw5CSij8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/hidQW0K5Pqw/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw5CSij8I/AAAAAAAABBQ/hidQW0K5Pqw/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357296619415048130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then came back to my grandma place to take a swim in the pool with Tony the Dolfin and Roger the Frog, i left the pool when they started to get to close from each others :P&lt;br /&gt;Of course I barely ate this evening, i m still digesting my lunch and promise to fast till tomorrow lunch since my grandma is hosting a party at her place with the same people for an other big lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That s it for now, i wish u guys to enjoy ur weekend as much as i m enjoying mine... spread the love People!&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/8751213038625842326-7220258028798377718?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7220258028798377718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7220258028798377718' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7220258028798377718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7220258028798377718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='a smile....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sljw4tgVA1I/AAAAAAAABBI/yx7Obfhtgb4/s72-c/DSC_0090-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3795668547488019493</id><published>2009-06-29T00:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:16:18.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkish Coffee said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dear dear, if you are still passing by occasionally, I know I haven t post lately... well since last month, but i was in a shitty mood... well i m still... but today even though it s raining I m feeling like posting :)&lt;br /&gt;Doblin has been more or less lucky lately since exceptionally it seems that we have a kind of summer this year... very true ladies and gentlemen... my nose can prove it from its presently pale red color :)&lt;br /&gt;So recently, two of my dear french colleagues left ... snif snif.... sad was 'La Bastille' which lost 2 of its great contributors ;( but the good news is they are living happely ever after, in a better place, with better food, better job, better weather and better pay... so we wish them best of luck &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*hoping this could happen to me too :P*&lt;/span&gt; To celebrate their success we obviously did a leaving party for Seb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDowKFPpI/AAAAAAAABAI/2Ma8iHshWrE/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDowKFPpI/AAAAAAAABAI/2Ma8iHshWrE/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532155786673810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Julie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDojODZUI/AAAAAAAABAA/l--IVQCtZl0/s1600-h/DSCN0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDojODZUI/AAAAAAAABAA/l--IVQCtZl0/s320/DSCN0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532152313668930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the weather was awesome I also went to see the Street Performance World Championship with some crazy dudes specially one very flexible and damn crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDprgJLcI/AAAAAAAABAY/loj2YnSmhS4/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDprgJLcI/AAAAAAAABAY/loj2YnSmhS4/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532171716898242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, I went to a team event at Herbert Park, under a crazy sun!!! True, very true and here the video to prove you we got a sunny day, if u are hearing an annoying laugh or a crazy woman yelling wid a french accent .... that would be me... sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIpBzxhOseE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jIpBzxhOseE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="320" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, yesterday I saw the Gay Pride and this time finally it was sunny, my god I remembered last year it was raining like hell, so today people were happy, and celebrating, the organization was great, and the music awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDpEspjjI/AAAAAAAABAQ/H75Qc3vMREI/s1600-h/DSCN0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDpEspjjI/AAAAAAAABAQ/H75Qc3vMREI/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532161300368946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to see the movie The Hangover and it was bloody hilarious, it s been 3 weeks the movie is out and still the room was fully booked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFWagzMMI/AAAAAAAABAw/8inl6rdOBDI/s1600-h/20090611-the-hangover-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFWagzMMI/AAAAAAAABAw/8inl6rdOBDI/s320/20090611-the-hangover-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352534039761989826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to laugh that much, then I went to the Church to drink a Corona with fresh lime, yes, we have a bar here in Doblin called the Church.... y? because it used to be a church before, and even though now it s does not look like a Church there is still piano organ on the last floor, but since it was still nice and bright at 9.30PM (the sun goes to sleep after 10PM.... which is awesome) we stayed outside to enjoy every minute of a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;Today I was recruited to perform a braids hairstyle on my friend Burak :) he has long hair so it took us... yeah we were 2, 2h30 min to make his hair, and gladly he is happy about it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFV7fmzVI/AAAAAAAABAg/GWoWjOyS1Tc/s1600-h/DSCN0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFV7fmzVI/AAAAAAAABAg/GWoWjOyS1Tc/s320/DSCN0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352534031435484498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, to thanks us for all the effort we did, he cooked a turkish diner for us with meat ball, tomatoes, potatoes, and special rice and brown pasta .... so good my friends!... so too finish the day he made us a Turkish coffee where the actual powder of the coffee is left in the cup, yeah, it takes time to get use to it, personally when i started to get the powder in my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgF_RMrvDI/AAAAAAAABA4/dZfso0I0Qvg/s1600-h/425x412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgF_RMrvDI/AAAAAAAABA4/dZfso0I0Qvg/s320/425x412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352534741636332594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gaves me goose pump, anyway, his friend read my future in the left over coffee. Yes, when u re done with the coffee, u turn the cup upside down on the small plate and then u wait till it s cold, then u take the cup and u start reading. So according to my cup of coffee, I am carrying a lot of shit in my back at the moment &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;* to be frank that does not surprise me and that is one of the reason y i m pretty rare on my blog at the moment*&lt;/span&gt; BUT &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/span&gt; a white way it s coming &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*free problem road? really? is it possible?*&lt;/span&gt; with eventually a small bump on that road *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;haven t figure it out yet.... what the bump means*&lt;/span&gt; and at the end of that road, 2 people facing each other &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;* could it be me and my future rich and handsome hubby?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with a fish tail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;* apparently the fish represents a good sign, we can only see the tail.... is it still a good sign? at least a tiny one? * &lt;/span&gt;So when the reading is done, we took the small plate where all the left over coffee went and we let the coffee fell down to the cup again and this time read the plate, and as u can see on the pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFWJdaqyI/AAAAAAAABAo/LxEas4cpdoU/s1600-h/DSCN0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgFWJdaqyI/AAAAAAAABAo/LxEas4cpdoU/s320/DSCN0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352534035184397090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems there is lots of people on my plate &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;*could it be Indian people which means that  i ll go back to India soon? or maybe my family wid my dad in the middle ... the one with the grumpy face?*&lt;/span&gt; mmmm for that I don t know, but I hope that the remaining 6 months that are coming before i m turning..... a certain age... will bring me to that white and free-problem path :P&lt;br /&gt;Ok that s it for me, have a good week ahead for those who re passing by :P take care!&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Quote of the week: &lt;/span&gt;A diplomat is someone who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you will look forward to the trip.&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/8751213038625842326-3795668547488019493?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3795668547488019493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3795668547488019493' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3795668547488019493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3795668547488019493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/06/turkish-coffee-said.html' title='Turkish Coffee said...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SkgDowKFPpI/AAAAAAAABAI/2Ma8iHshWrE/s72-c/DSC_0123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7702561853051364332</id><published>2009-05-16T19:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:35:13.515+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tmi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What's up wid me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what happened, since I went back from India, after my actual depressing mood (which occasionally come back hitting me every time i m talking to one of my India friends complaining about the hot weather when the only thing i can see through my windows is rain....rain..rain... if at least it could rain men...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I took on a challenge,&lt;/span&gt; I had to broke up with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10 years old &lt;/span&gt;long time relationship with my boyfriend aka my 'extra kilos' yes this is my longest relationship, not with a human well yeah a part of a human actually a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWIOu7bKI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_JsTmoIag8o/s1600-h/WeightLossCartoon1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWIOu7bKI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_JsTmoIag8o/s320/WeightLossCartoon1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267632711462050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the hot and humid Indian weather and the spicy food I lost weight by obligation, I must say it is quite challenging now, since the weather is no longer hot and humid, and the food is bland again more than that i m surrounded by junk food. I m going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;3 times&lt;/span&gt; a week to the gym, that s even a bigger challenge since the last time I put a feet in the gym was a year ago :) but i must say that i m still doin it, i haven t loose hope at least for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWHKRDW7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/v840Sj1lkQQ/s1600-h/Scale+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWHKRDW7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/v840Sj1lkQQ/s320/Scale+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267614332541874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i m going to meet a coach, the first time he talked to me he scares the shit of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ARE U serious?' &lt;/span&gt;(with a deep military voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'erm yeah i guess'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;' ok so waht are we gonna do is a first assessment, i m gonna weight ur fat mass, ur weight mass [blabla blabla bla] then a second assessement regarding ur eating higiene....ARE U REALLY sure u re serious?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'SIR YES SIR' ok i did not reply like that but i really feel like doin so... so hopefully it will help me fighting the scale :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest, even if know i m living with a great guy in a great flat, It will  be&lt;br /&gt;4 years since i m living in Ireland and to be frank with you it is time for me to move on... nothing has been planned yet... and due to the actual crisis it might take a while but it s on the back of my mind and hopefully by the end of the year things will change :)&lt;br /&gt;Other than that i m trying to keep myself occupy by going to the gym, to the toastmasters, by the way I am officially a Competent Toastmaster, I completed my final stage 'Inspire your audience' ( I past my speech at the end of the post if you fancy reading it :P ), I m trying to see my friends as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following part of the post is rated &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'Adult content'&lt;/span&gt; if you re not comfortable with your body or don t want to talk about it, skip the pinkish part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWH8dNxlI/AAAAAAAAA_w/RaNsEHb8z3c/s1600-h/vaginamonologues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWH8dNxlI/AAAAAAAAA_w/RaNsEHb8z3c/s320/vaginamonologues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267627805328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; I went to see a play yesterday called '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vagina_Monologues"&gt;The Vagina Monologues' &lt;/a&gt;with 4 girls and a very courageous man :P I was very interesting, u can learn quite a few things and I m planning on buying the book from Eve Ensler who interviewed not less than 200 hundred women from every age about their views on sex, relationships, sexual parts and also violence against women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It was funny, sometimes sad, and very interesting. Some acts as monologues were hilarious, you had this girl who called herself a 'Moaner' and interpret the different types of orgasms women can have I particularly like the 'catholic one' and the 'doggy style one' or this woman who acted as a 77 years old woman who never look at her vagina nor call it like that but instead her 'down there' or this woman who had to give name her body parts :P... I m leaving you with this quote from the Director of the play 'Vagina should be adored not hidden away....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i m going to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Havana cafe&lt;/span&gt; listen to some cuban music with food wid friends :)&lt;br /&gt;And saturday morning i m flying for Cork (south of Ireland) to meet my friends and go to the Festnoz (french party from the Brittany region) with crepes and cider :) it is time for me to have some fun :)&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys are doing great and that you don t miss me too much :P I ll try to pass by your blog asap. In the mean time, take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Speech 10, &lt;/span&gt;final stage from The Competent Communicator Toastmaster: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Inspire your audience. &lt;/span&gt;I got inspired from a speech I found on the internet which I turned into my own story with my own experience and way of thinking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is in your head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every action there is a reaction. If you cut your finger with a kitchen knife you might say ‘ouch’ or be more eloquent in terms of swearing words. You might up on the floor thinking you re gonna die because you are loosing an incredible amount of blood… you might also blame your husband because he was the one talking to you while you were cutting that zucchini… or you might was your finger with cold tap water… take again the kitchen knife and cut the rest of that lonely zucchini… You act according to your own personality and have no power to do it differently… or do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone was giving you 500 euros to change your behavior, would that make a difference? Do you think you would have more power? I think most of us… me first… will quickly learn how to change our emotions if we knew we had something to gain. The fact is, we do have the power to choose our reactions.&lt;br /&gt;It is not what happening to us that makes our lives… but it is the way we react to it. Cutting your finger with a knife is part of the small irritations in your life… how would face a bigger problem? Disease, conflicts, financial problems, death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of someone named Hellen Keller. Helen Keller was born in 1880 and was an American author, political activist and lecturer in the 20th century. Did I mention she contracted an illness when she was 1 and half years old that left her blind and deaf with almost a complete lack of language? However she managed to create with her 6 years old neighbor a simple sign language with her. She later learned Braille and used it not only to read English but also French, German, Greek and Latin. She could have spend her life in an institute and be depressed about her condition and what happened to her but instead she campaigned for women s suffrage, workers right and socialism as well as many other progressives cause. She travelled worldwide raising funds for blind and wrote 12 published books among other great achievements.&lt;br /&gt;On September 1964, the president of USA awarded her the Presidential Medal of Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don t have to be the victim of circumstances. We have the power and freedom to make a choice on how we are going to react.&lt;br /&gt;We do not have to be dependant to our emotional reactions. Of course we should not ignore them, when things go wrong we hurt. We re gonna feel pain… anger… frustrations… this is normal. Emotions are a part of us, we need time to process them and work through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know life is not gonna be easy and that we are going to face challenges. But we can mope, cry and become and alcoholic or we can get up and move on to the next phase of our lives. There is no excuse to become an addict, you chose to go to that liquor store and buy the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we choose our reaction? Can we really control our emotions? I believe that our biggest asset is in our head, we have one of the most powerful tool inside our head… our will…&lt;br /&gt;If we set our will in the right direction our emotions will follow behind. I don t say it is going to be easy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;During 10 years I have been fighting to loose weight, and during 10 years I heard my dad saying ‘ if you wanna loose weight you need will’ and during 10 years I told my dad ‘it is easy to say it when you don t have to loose weight’. But then I just spent 3 weeks in India and for whatever reasons maybe the heat or the spicy food I lost weight and when I came back to Dublin I started to go to the gym 3 times a week and try to eat healthier. I have to tell you it s not easy for me… many times I was about to give up … At some point I lost 7 kilos but then gained 2 kg, I felt frustrated and angry at myself. 3 months ago I would have stop tryin right away and I would have probably spend some time with my best friend at that time … I called him The fridge but I built that incredible will and start to talk to myself… ‘listen take your runners and go to the gym instead of complaining you want to loose weight faster… you know it is not gonna happen in 2 weeks’ and instead of grabbing a twix to ease my sorrow I took my runners and went to visit the treadmill to kill some calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to be happy, you will eventually feel happy. WE only become brave if we are willing to be brave when we are scared.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to loose weight, I know it is going to be challenging but I have the power to make that decision. And with a stronger will my emotional reactions as frustration or anger are getting diminished and eventually with hard work replaceable by energy and positive attitude toward my goal.&lt;br /&gt;So it is up to you. Are you going to be a victim of circumstances, or will you choose how to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you throw away that kitchen knife or will you use it to shape a stronger you…. You decide....&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-7702561853051364332?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7702561853051364332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7702561853051364332' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7702561853051364332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7702561853051364332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-up-wid-me.html' title='What&apos;s up wid me?'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/ShVWIOu7bKI/AAAAAAAAA_4/_JsTmoIag8o/s72-c/WeightLossCartoon1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7544941737189484588</id><published>2009-05-05T20:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:17:56.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Chennai.. Pondi... last week in India ;(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before I left for Chennai, I went clubbing in Hyd in ma favorite club and I also met blogger friend Anil :) who went with me, he even drove me on his bike to the Club, did i tell u how many time have been on bike before that? well once when I was 3 years old wid ma dad, once when I was 15 wid a friend and once with a friend in hyd... yeah 3 times :P i was a little tensed but gladly he was a good driver :)&lt;br /&gt;On tuesday morning I took a flight to go to Chennai where Sundeep picked me up and brought me to my hotel. Then I spent the day with ma blogger friend Renu, such a sweet and fun person to hang out with. We went shopping to a big mall ... u basically need a map to go inside it, and even after 4 hours in it I still haven t seen half of the mall!!! I bought some anklers and shoes and clothes too many stuff :) and Renu was here with me, following me, waiting for me sooo patient! Thanks a lot Renu :) for keeping me company all day.&lt;br /&gt;On the evening I went to a spanish restaurant called Zara with Sundeep, omg, the food was soooo good and not spicy and even better the spanish food was 100 times better in India than in any restaurant I went in Ireland!!!! Can u believe it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to a outside museum  with Sundeep on the beach road... It was a pretty cool one called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFA66XVI/AAAAAAAAA-k/KfyvAHFV7Uk/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFA66XVI/AAAAAAAAA-k/KfyvAHFV7Uk/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332434668278668626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where u can find different architecture from different part of South India :) like Kerala, Karnataka... it was very cool to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFS2nT1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/vZ62Upc1kzA/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFS2nT1I/AAAAAAAAA-s/vZ62Upc1kzA/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332434673092480850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing most of the house had in commom was the size of the doors soooo tiny it looks like previous generation was extremely 'petite' and to avoid collateral damage they put a little pillow on top of the door to avoid tourist bumping their head :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdEghYS3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/y8r3V051qGA/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdEghYS3I/AAAAAAAAA-c/y8r3V051qGA/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332434659581643634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the same night, I went to a night club call.... I just still can t believe it... called Dublin!! That s right people, I went to Doblin in Chennai!!!! So weird, btw the club looked nothing like anything in Dublin!!!! :P As a souvenir I kept a box of matches from Dublin :P&lt;br /&gt;The next on thursday I went to Pondicherry with Sundeep and his cousin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdubkIwkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ngz0KsK97cI/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdubkIwkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/Ngz0KsK97cI/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332435379805536834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny part about Chennai and Pondi it s like pretty much NO ONE was looking at me because I ve seen soooooooo many white people!!!! unbelievable!!!!! so no one was looking anymore, I was among other white people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So I really Pondicherry, It was so nice, I went to visit a Golden Temple which I forgot the name of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFi__n-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/OuTFUUaEaqs/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFi__n-I/AAAAAAAAA-0/OuTFUUaEaqs/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332434677426790370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we could not visit it because there was a strike from the Tamil to support their peer in Sri Lanka, I just saw the temple from outside where I took a pic :) It was so peaceful... I d like to come back to have some quiet time with myself there :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCduB5sS2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/RumZpBDmfYo/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCduB5sS2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/RumZpBDmfYo/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332435372916624226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to the beach with them where I took some pics of children and people, the quality was not really good since it was almost dark....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCduloENII/AAAAAAAAA_M/SF4SSoUOk3s/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCduloENII/AAAAAAAAA_M/SF4SSoUOk3s/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332435382506370178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back during the night... I left on friday morning to come to hyderabad for my last weekend ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCe3w1uEVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/sefPCTu1BY0/s1600-h/CIMG2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCe3w1uEVI/AAAAAAAAA_c/sefPCTu1BY0/s320/CIMG2035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332436639646880082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night I went to see a cricket match with my friends Mazhar, Nik and Kumar at Extreme Sport bar :) I did not get all the rules and It s a pretty looong game but it was cool to watch :)&lt;br /&gt;On saturday I went to Shilpawarma park and got some mehendi  and for my last night, I spent it to Exess with Mazhar and Nik ;( untill 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdu3jyVRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/wb_zxq2-Wi0/s1600-h/CIMG2037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdu3jyVRI/AAAAAAAAA_U/wb_zxq2-Wi0/s320/CIMG2037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332435387320259858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then took a cab and left for the airport ;( I was getting emotional so I guess the guy at BA counter probably had pity on me and upgraded my ticket to first class... I did not have time to enjoy my first... first class ticket since I slept pretty much all the way to London :P&lt;br /&gt;I arrived jet lagged to rainny Dublin...now it s been almost 2 weeks and I m still depressed and not over the fact that i m not in India anymore ;( gosh I miss that country and co ;(&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna see the pics of Chennai go &lt;a href="http://cecileire.smugmug.com/gallery/8027908_WdwVm#522360828_8RZyw"&gt;THERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/141/F3B7E1DA9DA2F2AC85C971272B808D69.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8751213038625842326-7544941737189484588?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7544941737189484588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7544941737189484588' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7544941737189484588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7544941737189484588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/05/chennai-pondi-last-week-in-india.html' title='Chennai.. Pondi... last week in India ;('/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SgCdFA66XVI/AAAAAAAAA-k/KfyvAHFV7Uk/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-2503710977838378130</id><published>2009-04-30T15:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:28:47.843+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Trip to Vizag... met Hems!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SfmzyGV5imI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6VjaGOveP0M/s1600-h/DSC_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SfmzyGV5imI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6VjaGOveP0M/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489307246987874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;2  weeks ago I went to Vizag or Vishakapatnam to meet the newly handsome tall and confident Hems Bond.&lt;br /&gt;I came back from Blore by train, took a cab to Hyd airport and wait 6 hours there. And I experienced a pretty scariest moment in my life. I was waiting for the Jet lite check in to open, reading magazine, when a military guy came in and asked me if the bag 1 row behind me was mine.&lt;br /&gt;'no sir'&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked people around who replied same like me. I m sure all of u who took a flight recently have heard the airport security announcement 'this is a security annoucement [...] unattended bag will be destroyed' well, right behind me was a lonely 'unattended bag' yes...&lt;br /&gt;'Can you step away Mam'  *no no I d rather stay next to it in case it blows up* duh!!! u don t ask me twice to step away, so of course i moved 20 meters away although if u think of it rationaly 20 meters... won t save my ass if the bag is a bomb. Anyway 3 min later a dude came back, this asshole went to take leak, I was so close to throw him away my pair of 3 euros flip flop bought at Penneys in his face to scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Vizag Airport 1h late where Hems was waiting for me. We spent the 1st afternoon meeting his parents and grand parents who kindly allowed me to sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfmzye9zoCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/axbHyr7vV68/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfmzye9zoCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/axbHyr7vV68/s320/DSC_0255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489313856823330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On wednesday we went for lunch in a restaurant called Tulips with Hems and his friend Kumar. It was my best meal of the week people AND it was NOT spicy but tasty ;)&lt;br /&gt;Then these 2 guys gently followed me during my shopping time where i bought some anklers (really nice by the way).&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the beach where i got the chance to taste the perfect temperature water but we were not allowed to swim sadly ;( &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SfmzyoYtVzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tSlTZiIUZpI/s1600-h/DSC_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SfmzyoYtVzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tSlTZiIUZpI/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489316385576754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a consolation I got the chance to see some Navy guys roaming around wearing a tiny swim short and 6 packs :P among kids playing in the water and some buffalo looking for fresher ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0DTyYTuI/AAAAAAAAA-M/i-118RhEazU/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0DTyYTuI/AAAAAAAAA-M/i-118RhEazU/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489602913881826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfmzy3eKGNI/AAAAAAAAA90/F4PorJ7wo3w/s1600-h/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfmzy3eKGNI/AAAAAAAAA90/F4PorJ7wo3w/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489320434964690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to a park up to the hill, and of course i forgot the name ;(, but it was lovely with nice view of Vizag, the sea, the colorful temple and big statues (that of course i forgot the name :P) but i m sure Hems will comment the names :)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, the heat mized with the humidity hit me hard, I was sweating like hell, feeling sleepy, I got Hems worried ;(, sorry sweetie ;( So we went home desperately looking for a shower and a cooler.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0C6T1XWI/AAAAAAAAA-E/NiiBd3tKADU/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0C6T1XWI/AAAAAAAAA-E/NiiBd3tKADU/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489596074876258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday, the most memorable experienced of the day was the movie I went to see wid Hems. We went to a theater to see fast and furious4. When we arrived it was mostly men around and as usual everyone was staring at me. Then I decided to go to the loo, like I always do before going to see a movie.... oh my!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Soap, sink, higiene were obviously not a priority but the weirdest thing was there were well some traditional turkish style bathroom with doors obviously but also some that looks like what i m gonna call 'pee cubicles', same as the turskish one but without doors... really!!!! who could possibly pee there, and i double checked it was ladies loo, even if there is a huge and i m desperately in need to pee NO WAY, beside, u have to remember for a guy it s easy, it s only a zipper to open, for us ladies, the trousers goes down to the knee!!!!!!! intimacy?&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to the entry of the room, and the first thing that came into my nose was the smell!!! woow!!! can t describe it but i can tell you it was not smelling lavender! Now the thing is there is 10, 20, 40 and 60 rupess seats, which is different from the one price seat of 670 rupees in Ireland rich and poor same price too bad! So I was prayin that Hems took the 60 rupees see to go as far as possible from the smell. As for the rest well it s like Ireland, people chatting or answering the phone same thing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then we got an 'entracte' ok i can understand the necessity to have an entracte for a 3h movie but for a 1h40 min movie??? really??? and the funny thing is, they don t use filmed commercial to advertise no they use 'diapositives' !!!! so old fashion, it s been ages i haven t seen stuff like that!!! But you know it s less expensive so a penny is a penny!&lt;br /&gt;Now that I ll remember a movie in Vizag, the other thing i will surely remember forever was the Hems' mum homemade curd.... so freakin delicious!!!!!! I loved it so much!!!!! I could eat every day :) They ve been very kind with, tryin to cook some non spicy stuff for me but i ll surely remember the most THE curd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0CYC1YTI/AAAAAAAAA98/QuYn65iP2x0/s1600-h/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sfm0CYC1YTI/AAAAAAAAA98/QuYn65iP2x0/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489586876768562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on friday morning before I left for Hyd, I went to a park, I had the great opportunity to photograph the future handsome Bollywood Bond Mister Bond, Hems Bond... see for yourself ladies... (btw he is single :P).&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is for Vizag... I was a memorable trip for me.. see pics of Vizag &lt;a href="http://cecileire.smugmug.com/gallery/7956347_62Cxf#516610562_8NvMm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/141/F3B7E1DA9DA2F2AC85C971272B808D69.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; next on It s in the Eire... Trip to Chennai and Pondi... final days in India ;(&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/8751213038625842326-2503710977838378130?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/2503710977838378130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=2503710977838378130' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2503710977838378130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2503710977838378130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-vizag-met-hems.html' title='Trip to Vizag... met Hems!'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SfmzyGV5imI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6VjaGOveP0M/s72-c/DSC_0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-8524594784447950128</id><published>2009-04-18T08:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:03:16.189+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Trip to Coorg... Me Jane... where is Tarzan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s always when u need him that he s never here!!! Anyway, joke apart, let s talk about my trip to Coorg. I left on thursday night last week by train from Hyd with Sid. And I have to say that i m still not used to all the attention I get due to my pale face... i m feeling i m in a zoo but i m the one behind the cage... wonder if someone will throw at me spicy masala peanuts!!! So obviously i m the only white @ss on the quay and since the train in 30 min late well what else u wanna do right!&lt;br /&gt;So the train finally arrive, when surprisingly for me, I saw a bunch of guys rushing to the first doors of the train ... WTF... the train was still movin!!!! Then Sid told me it was the 'un reserved seats' and due to the number of people rushing to it i could imagine they were def more people than seat available but apparently as long as u can fit people inside they ll go... did i mention it was around 30 degrees and this wagon did not have A/C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sel-UEl_TDI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ySCjZKrNujU/s1600-h/CIMG2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sel-UEl_TDI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ySCjZKrNujU/s320/CIMG2019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325926917637884978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the luxe to travel in 1st A/C... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sel-Ua5mZSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/j7NplvzxoTs/s1600-h/CIMG2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sel-Ua5mZSI/AAAAAAAAA7I/j7NplvzxoTs/s320/CIMG2020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325926923625719074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and when i saw it the first time... well let s say that it was far away from a 1st class in France but the sheets were clean and the A/C was working. And compare to the 'Western style' toilets of the train the sleep compartment was a 5 stars hotel... but when u sweat all day and u are in desperate need to get a shower, and when u don t know how that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakin shower works well the only option left is to use the '@ss tiny shower' thingy (i still don t get the name) pretending it is a normal shower and avoiding visualizing what people can do with it in general use!&lt;br /&gt;We arrive in Blore on friday morning, and we took a cab to Merkara capital of the province of Coorg. 7 hours later we reach a peaceful and quiet place lost in the middle of Coffee plantation... 50 000 people leaving here.... so far from busy Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Weather: &lt;/span&gt;extremely AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Guest house:&lt;/span&gt; extremely HUUGE&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the saturday doin nothing... tanning... sleeping...eating... discussing.... sleeping.... and it was great to do nothing :P&lt;br /&gt;We spent the sunday in an elephant camp, when we arrived I saw that the ticket were more expensive for wite face and it was forbidden to take pics, however couple of extra rupees and instantly I was allowed to take pics!!! Btw he took our entrance fee in his pocket since we did not get a receit for the tour compare to the previous customers... strange!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEDeFDXhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KX9PmPHrMwA/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEDeFDXhI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KX9PmPHrMwA/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325933229491052050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;We saw the shower time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note, we were wondering if this elephant was a mal or a female until i took that pic :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGqY4UrzI/AAAAAAAAA8g/vrBzAQK5KCA/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGqY4UrzI/AAAAAAAAA8g/vrBzAQK5KCA/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325936097133637426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEEH2nZNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DO6asNss9IM/s1600-h/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEEH2nZNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DO6asNss9IM/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325933240704787666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The breakfast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what the hell they were given to them but it was pretty big and they swallowed that like a smarties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEERMlTUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pcawU_XVb8s/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemEERMlTUI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pcawU_XVb8s/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325933243212844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me and the big one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rubbed his nose against my arm which left a big trace of mud ... so i can kept a souvenir from him, don t u think it looks like he s laughing at me on that pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a different park where we saw more animals like these monkeys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGqlKHDGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CyF31eP_qdE/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGqlKHDGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/CyF31eP_qdE/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325936100429466722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabbits, I even saw Bambi and his girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGq5No9DI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m9Tt8QCu6Iw/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGq5No9DI/AAAAAAAAA8w/m9Tt8QCu6Iw/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325936105812980786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I took a rid with an elephant... it was written 20 rupees for 10 minits (mispelling on purpose) so maybe minits are shorter than actual minutes since we stayed roughly 5 min on his back, but it felt funny, i could feel his muscles everytime he was moving.&lt;br /&gt;On our way back we visited a Buddhism temple, pretty amazing and colorful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGrIoRdNI/AAAAAAAAA84/6GlHhzXlb5Y/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGrIoRdNI/AAAAAAAAA84/6GlHhzXlb5Y/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325936109951218898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the boss of this temple died 15 days ago and they kept his body still so that people can come and pay their tributes before they put him in a graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat a local restaurant where my friend ate on a banana leaf yeah, i know but i got my plate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGsEhwrHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/nJxYRszZ264/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemGsEhwrHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/nJxYRszZ264/s320/DSC_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325936126030031986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday we left back to Blore and this time we took a bus, it was supposed to be a cool bus, a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemIIu5KcII/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZKZnDpLVMTI/s1600-h/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SemIIu5KcII/AAAAAAAAA9I/ZKZnDpLVMTI/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325937717950443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;volvo bus or something, don t remember the name, anyway, I spent 6 hours of my life in that bus!!!!! yes and zoom on the pic, look at the driver s wheel and check out that evil big red button that was not part of the bus when they bought it at the first place im sure, well this freakin driver used it soooooooo many times, and EVERY TIME he was using it I felt like he was raping my ears grrrrrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/141/F3B7E1DA9DA2F2AC85C971272B808D69.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; stay tuned for the next 'Trip to Vizag wid Hems'... i ll upload the rest of the pics soon on my usual Smugmug! Take care People!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8751213038625842326-8524594784447950128?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/8524594784447950128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=8524594784447950128' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/8524594784447950128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/8524594784447950128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-to-coorg-me-jane-where-is-tarzan.html' title='Trip to Coorg... Me Jane... where is Tarzan?'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sel-UEl_TDI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ySCjZKrNujU/s72-c/CIMG2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-6549112249677942737</id><published>2009-04-08T12:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:36:51.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Visiting Hyderabad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday were tourist days, where I spent almost 8h on the car just to visit a part of Hyderabad. Unfortunately due to my poor knowledge and tiny memory with names I can t record all the places I have been visiting, I m guessing pictures are better than blablabla... so let s just put some random thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;I ve seen the Charminar, I asked a couple of my friends from Hyd who were incapable to tell why the Charminar is famous for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TPH34CFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YtXnLK66iZc/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TPH34CFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YtXnLK66iZc/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642591386699858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve seen a big big museum but I won t have any pics and the reason is because u were not allowed to take some ;(&lt;br /&gt;I also had to pay a 'non indian' ticket for the outrageous price of 150 rupees!!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;And i experienced for the first time the 'non-tourist loo':&lt;br /&gt;I entered the loo looking around looking for toilet paper... no trace of it... damn.... I was looking for the tiny pommel shower thingy... could not find it... now I started to freak out!!! How on earth should I do u know what i mean right, I was not psychologically prepared to do it with the water from the toilet!!! So I closed the door when I saw hiding behind the door a tiny tap with a small pichet underneath?? seriously!!!! Frankly I was sooo not prepared for it and I was praying to find tissues in my bagback... thank u I had some!&lt;br /&gt;Then I visited the outside of a very colorful temple, now I could not go inside cause I was not spiritually dressed enough, apparently my dress was right above the knee :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TPfpweBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/XNRGdks7-m0/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TPfpweBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/XNRGdks7-m0/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642597769934866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the things I have seen.....&lt;br /&gt;- A driving school ... in India... OMG, i guess if u learn how to drive in India u can drive anywhere else!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TkqgmuXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1gg08EbFH78/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TkqgmuXI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/1gg08EbFH78/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642961461590386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Women wearing the 'burka' standing outside under 40 degrees... as a remember for those who read me and anyway most of u are Indians so u know how a burka looks like, the only thing u see is the eyes, and it is black, and for what I know... black attract the heat... that s right, for me wearing a burka it s like a portable sauna!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TkQHSnEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/f3SXzY7BqLo/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TkQHSnEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/f3SXzY7BqLo/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642954376092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these ladies were chatting and laughing while me in the car with my white dress... pearls of sweat were sliding all the way down to my spinal colomn!&lt;br /&gt;Then during the evening I experienced my first Auto ride, funny thing is It stared to rain AGAIN that night the moment we enter the auto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3cDj5Zd8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/zB8J5pWEU4w/s1600-h/CIMG2003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3cDj5Zd8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/zB8J5pWEU4w/s320/CIMG2003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322652288355497922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(she s feeling shy :) )&lt;br /&gt;This was such a great experience, I had some much fun, I saw I would die at least 3 times and half of me was drenched cz of the rain but i kept laughing during the all trip to the sari shop :) where I bought my first sari! (Don t laugh at me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3c2hHwviI/AAAAAAAAA64/qS3OHbRdMEg/s1600-h/Photo+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3c2hHwviI/AAAAAAAAA64/qS3OHbRdMEg/s320/Photo+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322653163783765538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday i went to visit the 7 Domes ... On my way, I ve seen the  Golconda fort:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3Tk5rrE8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/VF4Y2Toq9s8/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3Tk5rrE8I/AAAAAAAAA6g/VF4Y2Toq9s8/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642965534544834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not not get inside this time cause they did not want me to take pics grrrrr so on the way to the domes we drove through a road with 200 years old houses and lots of small shops including some butchers! Now u have to remember i m not posh but i m from Europe and I m guessing standards are  different, when i saw this man cutting meat on a piece of wood with no a/c or fridge or whatsoever under a 40 degrees day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TOfeZhlI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ARi2-j1LgCU/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TOfeZhlI/AAAAAAAAA5w/ARi2-j1LgCU/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642580542424658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when I saw him sitting on that piece of wood with his barefeet  30cm away from the meat I almost fell sick.... that would be a trip to jail in france if someone who d dare selling meat like that cz it would kill a lot of fragile metabolims people like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TOkiFm2I/AAAAAAAAA54/h5_N5tB3ubA/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TOkiFm2I/AAAAAAAAA54/h5_N5tB3ubA/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322642581900073826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did not know that the domes where actually graveyard, the biggest one I have ever seen in my entire life!!!!! So my tour guide was telling which king was buried in which dome... now the most important fact of the tour was that:&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather of the 5th king was buried in the middle of the garden like a servant who d be buried except that the graveyard was in marble ok but HOWEVER the 2 mistresses of the 14th king had each other ONE SINGLE DOME for themselves!!!!!!!!! And when I asked the tour guide why on earth a king who d give such privilege for his mistresses, he told because they were famous!!! What about family!!!! Poor granpa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that, I spent i could say more than 6 hours in traffic jam in total that day! I went with my friend Zareen to pick up my sari :) then she absolutely wanted me to get some bangles  and a bindi to put on my forehead so we took an auto to go there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3c2dD3EhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RCUSbPEab90/s1600-h/Photo+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3c2dD3EhI/AAAAAAAAA6w/RCUSbPEab90/s320/Photo+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322653162693661202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(I felt so girly girly today at the office wearing the outfit, take a look at it cz u ain t gonna see me like that often!)&lt;br /&gt;Then we pick a cake and then we head to her cousin place and then we went to her place where her mum and aunts cooked less spicy food for and kept complimented me about my fair color! The food was delicious they even made a less sweet desert for me :)&lt;br /&gt;But all the traffic and the time spent on the auto and cab killed my enjoyment ;( I felt so tired and dirty with the dust we got while in the auto, i can t believe i m saying that but it was much more fun with the rain :P (due to the heat i m temporarly insane to say i like the rain :P ).&lt;br /&gt;Now that s it for now, today we are thursday and I m on the way to take a train to bangalore with Sid then hit the road to Coorg, i ll be back in hyd on tuesday morning but i ll be going to the airport directly where i ll take a plane to Vizag where i ll meet my friend Hems :P&lt;br /&gt;So i won t update this blog until next friday i think :P In the mean time have fun, don t miss me too much!&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/8751213038625842326-6549112249677942737?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/6549112249677942737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=6549112249677942737' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6549112249677942737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6549112249677942737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/04/visiting-hyderabad.html' title='Visiting Hyderabad'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/Sd3TPH34CFI/AAAAAAAAA6A/YtXnLK66iZc/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1704749352282271847</id><published>2009-04-06T10:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:55:44.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>I reached the Indian land :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPt-z5u_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zb9kveZz5bc/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPt-z5u_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zb9kveZz5bc/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321512823576706034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, it s 2 in the afternoon and I am in my hotel room with the fan, i m trying to avoid the A/C to get used to the burning hot weather outside :)&lt;br /&gt;As i thought I haven t slept much because I can t sleep in the plane :( The trip was pretty ok, i reached Hyd at 4.30 in the morning. Before we landed I was looking at my monitor which was displaying the altitude and the temperature, I almost got a stroke when i saw at 2900 meters it was hotter than in Ireland at the moment.... 13 degrees, and when i saw the 28 degrees displayed on the screen at 4.30AM !!!! I was already thinking how would it be like now! I went out of the airport, it was damn crowded, lots of people were waiting for friends and family, and me the white @ss tourist, I did not even walk 10 meters that 10 guys jump on me to see if i was looking for a taxi!&lt;br /&gt;The trip to reach the hotel with my taxi was pretty hectic, even though the road was not crowded, I will never ever ever did i say never... drive in India, people are insane.:P First of all, i had the feeling that seat belt is only for losers or tourists like me. I thought I would die at least 8 times, the indicator has no use, the horn has definitively a better effect! Taxi as autos or bikes are driving like crazy, no exceptions!&lt;br /&gt;I also saw lots of dogs hanging around, with some people living on the side of the 'expressway' in a home made with sheet metals who were already cooking some spicy stuff cause i could smell it from the car!&lt;br /&gt;I also saw... men holding each other hands!!!! Even a guy was putting is hand in the back pocket of the other guy's jeans. As far as I know, and for what i read love affair between same sex are not so legal in India so I was pretty surprised to see some manly men holding each other hands!!!! My friends told me it s a 'brotherhood' thing here. Well as a piece of advice my friends, if u re coming in Europe avoid the touchy 'brotherhood' here or  u might get some surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Now my friends came to visit today, Mazhar and his wife and son came, poor son who almost cried when he saw me for the first time, I hope he did not sick I was sick my pale white face :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPue-xe1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hIZgVRSr2h4/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPue-xe1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/hIZgVRSr2h4/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321512832212237138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nik and Mazhar who came back went on a driving trip to see the Hyd Silicon Valley with all the info company :) Then we went to the Shilparamam park where they are selling handicrafts. It was pretty cool and I got my first mehandi as u can see on the pic, it went orange and now it s brownish pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPuY9YysI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SG8GhE-t6F8/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPuY9YysI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/SG8GhE-t6F8/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321512830595812034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel, oh first i had to experience the 'crossing the road' omg, uncontrolled traffic like that + people crossing street like us ... in France, hundred of people who d died each day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back at the hotel where got food for 3 for 165 rupees!!!! seriously!!!! do u know what u can get for 165 rupees in Ireland? 2 gums probably ok let says 2.5 gums but that s it! :)&lt;br /&gt;The weather was pretty neat actually with a small breeze which allowed us to stay on my balcony while drinking and listening to music  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPu1Fr98I/AAAAAAAAA5g/2HNJGpcyCtg/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPu1Fr98I/AAAAAAAAA5g/2HNJGpcyCtg/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321512838146815938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I m at the office, it s pretty hot outside! Tomorrow and wed i ll be visiting Hyd :)&lt;br /&gt;Hope u have a great time... stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that s it for now, i m happy to be here... keep in touch! Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Ps: if u wanna see more pics check out there &lt;a href="http://cecileire.smugmug.com/gallery/7821326_KimSP#506500187_DyymN"&gt;HYD&lt;/a&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/8751213038625842326-1704749352282271847?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1704749352282271847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1704749352282271847' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1704749352282271847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1704749352282271847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-reached-indian-land-p.html' title='I reached the Indian land :P'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdnPt-z5u_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/Zb9kveZz5bc/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3367674422165463249</id><published>2009-04-02T14:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:02:20.028+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>The final countdown... D-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdTFWQTix_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/IiF9PleKQ5c/s1600-h/bluemosque070907_428x269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdTFWQTix_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/IiF9PleKQ5c/s320/bluemosque070907_428x269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320094045956130802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div onmouseout="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px !important; height:13px !important; overflow:hidden !important; color:gray !important; background-color:white !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:0.3 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onmouseover="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px 1px 3px 1px !important; color:black !important; background-color:lightyellow !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:1.0 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onclick="javascript:document.body.removeChild(document.getElementById('sdtwe8562f_s5'))" id="sdtwe8562f_s5"    style="padding: 1px ! important; overflow: hidden ! important; height: 13px ! important; color: gray ! important; z-index: 999999999 ! important; position: absolute ! important; top: 0pt ! important; left: 3px; width: 7px; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana ! important;font-size:11px ! important;color:white ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold ! important; cursor: default ! important;"&gt;[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8751213038625842326"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here we are.... in less than 2 days now... I ll be more or less awake in the plane flying over Europe on his way to Hyderabad :) You have no idea how hard it is to be at work and trying to work even though the only think I have in mind is my holidays.... 2 years of wait will be hopefully worth it... I know I know my friends already told me that It won t be less than 35 degrees celsius... compare to my tiny 10 irish degrees the first week will be tough on me but I have in my bag pack a complete pharmacy :) with every drugs sent by mum for any type of diseases I could get If i m acting too dangerous enough to eat in a dodgy place somewhere in the middle of India! As well as sprays and patch for evils mosquitoes and the Biafine, special cream for sunburns because yeah did i forget to mention that I haven t been exposed to sun for the past 3 years since I m living on a rainy greenish island so i m guessing the reaction of my delicate and extremely white french skin the first she will be in contact with a 35+ degrees 'WTF girl... are u trying to roast me like a bbq ribs!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It will be my last post until I reach the Indian land... I might squeez one at the airport in London depending on how long I have to wait before my next flying!&lt;br /&gt;So in  the mean time, you all take care... as I said on previous posts, I won t be able to visit your blogs for 3 weeks, I ll try to write and publish some photos on my blog but don t expect a daily update from me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you won t miss me too much! You have a good time while I am away from Blogville!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;MWAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: here is a pic of my trips i ll do roughly... some trip haven t yet been planned. Cheers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdTA7wbmXeI/AAAAAAAAA44/0zTYzjX2mBE/s1600-h/oujevaiss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdTA7wbmXeI/AAAAAAAAA44/0zTYzjX2mBE/s320/oujevaiss.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089192676875746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751213038625842326-3367674422165463249?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3367674422165463249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3367674422165463249' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3367674422165463249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3367674422165463249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-countdown-d-2.html' title='The final countdown... D-2'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SdTFWQTix_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/IiF9PleKQ5c/s72-c/bluemosque070907_428x269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-5327735345166188818</id><published>2009-03-13T18:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:54:38.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>It's a date... April 4th :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Finally... after 2 years, I finally bought it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SbqnbMSd3kI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmlmEANUa8M/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SbqnbMSd3kI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmlmEANUa8M/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312742796033908290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In less than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3 weeks&lt;/span&gt; now, I will meet some people i have been crazy to meet for the past 2 years,  finally the country I have been waiting to visit will welcome me :) My visa is done, my vaccines are fine, I just need to pack!!!! I keep telling my friends, calling my family to tell them that's it ... my credit card fainted last thursday when I bought my flight.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually it was a very expensive day that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday 12th&lt;/span&gt;, I mean a very important day, on that day I got the answer I have been waiting for, to get my 3 weeks of leave, then i bought the ticket and i gave my deposit for my new flat. Oh by the way... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news flash:&lt;/span&gt; I m moving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;... so it makes it the 22 time in 29 years, trust if i keep that ratio i ll be soon in the Guinness Record Book :)&lt;br /&gt;So why am I moving u may ask... well my flatmate decided on her she wants to live alone so obviously I have to move, but this time I m done moving with girls! I m not good at it so i ll be moving with my ex ex ex ex housemate who s not working with me which is even better and in a super place, very quiet, lot of lights so I am really looking forward to it. Not too happy about packing again but hey, so moving in 2 weeks and leaving to India in 3 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;So now, I m gonna start planning my trip to India, I ll be doin the South mostly Hyderabad, Vizag, Chennai, somwehere with Bhai, and somewhere with work colleagues, might try to go to Blore but man 3 weeks it s not enough! I ll have to go back to do the North!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people, I have not been to ur blog for a bit, it was crazy at work and It will be till I ll leave, plus with all the packing I have to do as well. But I ll try my best to pass by visiting u.&lt;br /&gt;Now In India I ll definitevely write in this blog my trip to India &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OF COURSE &lt;/span&gt;with all the PICS i m gonna take!!!!!! Now if u re living in South please tell me about it, if u wanna meet me as well I d love to and if u have any recommendations on what to visit.... please do let me know.&lt;br /&gt;This week i m going to an hen's party for my friend Iris who s getting married in France in August, we will have a limo trip with a diner and party :) Pics will come soon :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my friends u have a great weekend and I ll catch wid u soon!!!! Take care :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PS:i ll finish replying to the comments on previous post soooooon&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-5327735345166188818?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5327735345166188818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5327735345166188818' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5327735345166188818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5327735345166188818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-date-april-4th.html' title='It&apos;s a date... April 4th :)'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SbqnbMSd3kI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UmlmEANUa8M/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-2172910235936896594</id><published>2009-03-01T10:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:00:42.886Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>This is quite the wrong size....is'nt it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: LENGTY POST :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Hi my Dear People,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sorry for my pause again, not that I did not want to come, It s just I did not have time to do so!!!! I actually have a busy weekend and for once it s not a workin weekend so I am happy about that. Actually I am with a such cuty nice friend of mine, she's from India and she s in Dublin for 3 weeks, well now 1 week left. Let s call her Kitkit :) Now as u know I m a big fan of India and I am also extremely curious about ur culture, traditions, religion etc etc etc. Then she showed me a post she wrote it in her private blog and since I found it sooooooo freakin kewl and mostly I wanted to have ur opinions too because frankly for me French chick it s ... and u know, hopefully, how open minded I am, but if this thing was happening i ll stay single my entire life or I turn lesbian to avoid that chaos around me :) Now here it is:it s a bit lenghty :P And I ll be back soon to reply to the comments of the previous post as well! Please do give me ur thoughts on that story below :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SapppbYeSJI/AAAAAAAAA20/GzF6pbzOcPY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SapppbYeSJI/AAAAAAAAA20/GzF6pbzOcPY/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308171271255509138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿As soon as I enter the room all those tracking eyes following Mehehe the whole way. I see the ponytail girl staring at Mehehe . For a min Mehehe closes her eyes and picture herself in the waiting room, of the emergency. All sorts of things rise before Mehehe's eye still ... She tries her best to keep her cool and smile.&lt;br /&gt;Elderly female from the Family will sit next to you and examine you by scratching your cheeks and check if you have camouflage your face will layers of powder , will measure your hair length , will touch your mid riff and see if you have lots of fat , Read your palm lines, make you remove your heels and compare your height with them , enquire's the address of the shop you got the Dress , Bangles from etc etc after this scrutiny and as soon as you take deep breath and think its over ....you 'll have bullets of questions shot from everyone with no life lines. Where you are left to fight your own battle . Although the answer is not as easy as the question seems to be . Questions such as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What is your Name?&lt;br /&gt;* What is your DOB ?&lt;br /&gt;* Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;* What all can you cook ?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you Offer Prayer ?&lt;br /&gt;* What're your expectation from your Life Partner ?&lt;br /&gt;* When do you go to work ?&lt;br /&gt;* When do you come back ?&lt;br /&gt;* How long have you been Working ?&lt;br /&gt;* How do you manage to work along with other gender?&lt;br /&gt;* Did you come across any challenging situation at work?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you watch TV&lt;br /&gt;* What do you watch on TV ?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you live Saas Bahu Serials ?&lt;br /&gt;* What are your Office Timings?&lt;br /&gt;* How do you Commute ?&lt;br /&gt;* What is your nature of Job?&lt;br /&gt;* What do you do on weekends ?&lt;br /&gt;* When did you complete your schooling and graduation ?&lt;br /&gt;* What are your Hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;* What are your Future Plans ?&lt;br /&gt;* What is your Blood Group ?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you like Kids?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you wear Burkha ?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you wear Jeans to work ?&lt;br /&gt;* How often do you shop?&lt;br /&gt;* Can you recite something and show us?&lt;br /&gt;* How much do you earn?&lt;br /&gt;* What do you do with your salary ?&lt;br /&gt;* Is this your Own House?&lt;br /&gt;* Where did you Guys lived before ?&lt;br /&gt;* How much money do you give at home?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you want to cont working after wedding ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SappoyR1UyI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cxcjl0LF7e8/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SappoyR1UyI/AAAAAAAAA2s/cxcjl0LF7e8/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308171260221805346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ... the the most funniest thing is "THE GUY" is escorted free of question . I wish Mehehe's family uses MY Questionnaire for the "Guy".&lt;br /&gt;* Are you a prisoner of any intoxicating material ?&lt;br /&gt;* Do you drool over women ?&lt;br /&gt;* How many bald spots do you have ?&lt;br /&gt;* Can you cook ?&lt;br /&gt;* How much do you earn  ?&lt;br /&gt;* What are your future plans ?&lt;br /&gt;* Can you make our daughter smile ? Buhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;* Will you be a true companion for our Daughter in all the ups and highs of life ?&lt;br /&gt;* Will you give her the liberty to pursue her Dreams ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once remember attending a cooking class and I was told to surreptitiously scratch a bit into the mango and smell it, throw up and catch the brinjal to ensure it was light in weight , while the cabbage suffered the same ignominy to ensure it was tight and heavy , while the potatoes shouldn't have black spots or holes in them. Tomatoes had to be jus the right red and plump and fleshy , while onions were to be jus the right pink and dry ; In short Jus choose the best lookers of the lot and you've got it right! - Class Over!&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think? Some things can be so disturbing....&lt;br /&gt;Is Mehehe a product for yourself which you can exchange or refund if not found suitable. You are going to choose someone to walk with you through life, through the difficult times and the good times or a showpiece or a maid ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:- And that reminds me of something. I could die for the one man who drives me crazy , who speaks broken hindi, writes nominally well, who aint prisoner of any intoxicating materials, who doesn't drool over other women , loves his sis , lives by music, sings like Sonu Nigam and is loved and respected by all. If anyone could make a better person of me it is probably him. Always choose a life partner who's ready to forgive your first time follies and still accept you , who calms your inner fears. Who does not consult his time table when you need him . Who's not judgmental all the time. Who smiles when you do something silly. Who doesnt love you 'coz you are beautiful . You are beautiful 'coz he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Whew, Sounds like a Yash Raj Script ? As if I care. They say when you dream, dream big. As big as the ocean, blue. 'Cause when you dream it might come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;By the way, I was looking for a pic to illustrate the post and when I typed 'good daughter-in-law' in Google on the first page of image results I got mostly pictures of Indian women!!!!! Frankly i m not surprised, french daughter-in-law are a pain in the @ss as much as the mother-in-law :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Now u tell me what u think cz well for me when I read the questions or the sneaky way to see if the woman is fit I almost got a stroke, and If u do have others questions like she wrote or stories like that please do share them in the comments :)&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-2172910235936896594?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/2172910235936896594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=2172910235936896594' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2172910235936896594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2172910235936896594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-quite-wrong-sizeisnt-it.html' title='This is quite the wrong size....is&apos;nt it?'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SapppbYeSJI/AAAAAAAAA20/GzF6pbzOcPY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7125464779086095383</id><published>2009-02-19T20:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:49:10.665Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>beeeezzzzzzyyyy as a beeeee.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZ3Ewi5OsLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0v2a8ZFvm-s/s1600-h/ist2_3500450_bumbling_bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZ3Ewi5OsLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0v2a8ZFvm-s/s320/ist2_3500450_bumbling_bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304612274391920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi lads as we say in Doblin, sadly i m soooo busy right now that i have barely time to reply to the comments on my own blog nor i have time to blog ;( I ve been busy like crazy at work and not in a good way, not the kind of way u can have a promotion or learn from it, no no crazy  the kind like u re getting white hairs, migraine, and extra hours of works for no extra money and for what at the end, a constant depreciation, like i m a big failure, but i keep fighting, the only reason is because i want my holidays to go India, after that well they can go to hell... or f@#$ like Keshi said on her last post ...still with that economic crisis I have no idea where the hell I will go but we re not there yet.&lt;br /&gt;The reason y I wanted to post a quick note now, it s because tomorrow a good friend of mine, I met her when I was in USA, she s from France and now living in London, she will come to visit tomorrow till sunday :) I ve never laugh so hard and so many time than when i am with her, I don t know y but we do have the same fun, and god knows how much fun I need right now so I won t be on the net that often ... then my last week of the month will be there and I will have to put extra extra extra extra effort to finish this month :( and on top of that I m expecting a visit on monday that I have been waiting for the past 6 weeks now :) the only good thing of the week i must say :)&lt;br /&gt;Then again on tuesday i m busy and so on so again People I apologize for not being as much present as I d like to be on blogville, but hopefully, the first weekend of march i ll be more free to be online, more relieve I really hope so. In the mean time, don t forget me, keep posting!&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/8751213038625842326-7125464779086095383?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7125464779086095383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7125464779086095383' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7125464779086095383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7125464779086095383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/02/beeeezzzzzzyyyy-as-beeeee.html' title='beeeezzzzzzyyyy as a beeeee.....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZ3Ewi5OsLI/AAAAAAAAA2k/0v2a8ZFvm-s/s72-c/ist2_3500450_bumbling_bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1731110771670673572</id><published>2009-02-14T10:33:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:07:02.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Valentine's day Academy Award presents....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh my freakin god!!! I have to say I was wondering how I would feel for that valentine s day today: depressed? will I stay home to avoid cuddling couple in the street? Well, I have to say that I had my best valentine s morning by watching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Jerry Springer Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: OMG, it includes 4 women, 1 man, a dozen kicks and fights, more than a thousand f@#$ or B@#$% well mostly BIP and BIIIIIP and BIIIIIIIIIP, 10 security guys, a bit of blood, and sooooooo  many desperation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is about a 28 years old woman who went in jail for robbing no sorry an attempt to rob  a bank who who wants to marry a 19 years old guy but the mother in law and her daughter hates her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;*how surprising*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; First is the 28 years old woman who definitively needs to go to the dentist when u see the brownish color of her teeth. Here come the sister of the dude she wants to marry, the knacker style, who says f@#$% every 2 words, then the mother who truly look like a men, she s 6 foot tall, she obviously does not wear any bra, since the only thing u can see between her 2 'friends' it s her navel! then an other series of f@##$ words, at that stage u think, at least if they are fighting for him he should be worth it, LOL, here come the groom, my god, the worst haircut and mustache then wait for it the EX girlfriend is coming!!!!!! How can people  would be dumb enough to make fool of themselves!!! And wait for the Grand Finale, as it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Valentine s day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; they got married on stage!!!! with a couple of fights in between!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, let s  on to the purpose of my title....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;*drum roll please*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ladies bloggers and Gentlemen bloggers, Me, Myself and I are thrill to present you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1st Ceremony of the Valentine Academy Award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; here in Blogville (as far as I know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamrCdfJCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yoB-1ijyttg/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamrCdfJCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yoB-1ijyttg/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608869600470050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After hours of consultation, fights and finally agreement between me, myself and I we are here to present you the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Valentine Awards of 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Heartfelt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSdiWztI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zkBQGFwupxQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSdiWztI/AAAAAAAAA1U/zkBQGFwupxQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608447371923154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My sweet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hems&lt;/span&gt; for his very touching post he wrote for Valentine s day... &lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-lost-but-never-dead.html"&gt;Love is lost but never dead&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Cupid'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamgBVrfxI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0yNUJSgf71E/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamgBVrfxI/AAAAAAAAA2M/0yNUJSgf71E/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608680320728850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Y2A&lt;/span&gt; for the best love story between a human and Cupid see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://y2aslog.blogspot.com/2009/02/cupid-and-me.html"&gt;Cupid and me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Happy Single'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamgPAP1JI/AAAAAAAAA2E/R3rpfKgD-GU/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamgPAP1JI/AAAAAAAAA2E/R3rpfKgD-GU/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608683988931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; with his wonderful post on being happy and single on Valentine s day :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ruffledsoul.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-single.html"&gt;Being single&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Best dedication'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamf-dXnxI/AAAAAAAAA18/PCoEiDzmGcw/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamf-dXnxI/AAAAAAAAA18/PCoEiDzmGcw/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608679547674386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Multimenon&lt;/span&gt; for his great dedication and thank u soooo much for the red roses :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://multimenonwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/expressions-unlimited.html"&gt;Expressions Unlimited&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Lovable Post'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamf-nY2VI/AAAAAAAAA10/8IjmcaNPDYY/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamf-nY2VI/AAAAAAAAA10/8IjmcaNPDYY/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608679589697874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; for her great post for V day when she asked us to dedicate something to someone and choose a heart and describe it, I wish her a greeeeeeaaat time with her bf today :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://memoirsofria.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-is-just-around-corner.html"&gt;V-day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Poetic Hoper'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSoWsBLI/AAAAAAAAA1s/2nY3JtoHyqU/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSoWsBLI/AAAAAAAAA1s/2nY3JtoHyqU/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608450275771570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rainyboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; always here to deliver a great poem, still hoping that one day he will find a girl for him ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://dewdropandleaves.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-running.html"&gt;In the running&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...btw i love the music u put on ur blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Looking-4-a'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSfHC76I/AAAAAAAAA1c/e8A7-XSrJm8/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamSfHC76I/AAAAAAAAA1c/e8A7-XSrJm8/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608447794245538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sourish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, now I m talking to the ladies only, Girls if u are looking for a fun lovable and sweet man go check out his valentine s ad :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sourishkarmakar.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-search-for-valentine.html"&gt;Search for a valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The winner of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Funny'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamStFF08I/AAAAAAAAA1k/p4FzaQXubPs/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamStFF08I/AAAAAAAAA1k/p4FzaQXubPs/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608451544142786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chrizzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; yeah how can it be a surprise, no matter which day it is it is always a post with a pinch of humor! The legendary Chrizz is giving us a special song for all the love birds in his post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.chronicwriter.com/2009/02/291-cupid-has-bad-aim.html"&gt;Cupid has a bad aim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ... By the way u re cute with ur new long hair haircut style Mister :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a special award &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'The Anti V-day'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Valentine Award is going to someone truly special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamrMIe4tI/AAAAAAAAA2U/w8QTOnItqAo/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamrMIe4tI/AAAAAAAAA2U/w8QTOnItqAo/s320/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302608872196727506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Keshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; because with Keshi it s Valentine s day EVERY DAY, there is no special day for her to spread the Keshi's Love... she s giving it all every single day... darling i hope u re feeling my tiny little presence all the way from Ireland :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alone but wonderful tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Now to all my Bloggers People I wish u all a day full of love, be free today to give me some&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt;, or a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; smile&lt;/span&gt; will be more than enough you take care People.&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-1731110771670673572?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1731110771670673572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1731110771670673572' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1731110771670673572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1731110771670673572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-academy-award-presents.html' title='The Valentine&apos;s day Academy Award presents....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZamrCdfJCI/AAAAAAAAA2c/yoB-1ijyttg/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-316856201956608394</id><published>2009-02-09T21:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:57:48.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>My favorite public transportation goes mad .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;For those who don t know, I am currently living in Dublin, capital of Ireland sorry of the Republic of Ireland (South only). And i m sure some of u know how much I 'love' this city, where we have 4 seasons in a day well lets say 3 usually the summer is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClsFoH5HI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1cHomrH2zX4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClsFoH5HI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1cHomrH2zX4/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300918938258367602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday for instance, it was snowing in the morning, rainy then more or less sunny in the afternoon! U need 3 outfits per day :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClsDmjiTI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ns2BAIDRMqA/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClsDmjiTI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Ns2BAIDRMqA/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300918937714919730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the reason why i m talking about Dublin it s because somehow i consider myself lucky, cause last week I could have die.... It was the morning, I got a mail at work in my inbox from a friend '42A goes cabrio', i was wondering what the hell he was talking about, I was guessing by the name of the title that he was referring to a bus since bus have that type of numbers. In the mail he simply sent us this&lt;a href="http://www.rte.ie/news/2009/0205/amiens.html"&gt; LINK&lt;/a&gt; from rte and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'A Dublin Bus driver and 10 passengers escaped without serious injury after a bus crashed in Dublin city centre this morning. The roof came off the bus in the incident, however all passengers were seated in the lower section. The crash happened at around 8am when the bus collided with a tree near the Five Lamps on Amiens Street.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" id="story_island"&gt;Here the pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClr-z_UPI/AAAAAAAAA04/q5v9yP0PxmI/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClr-z_UPI/AAAAAAAAA04/q5v9yP0PxmI/s320/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300918936429089010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClrXnNRVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0sYcAr41EfE/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClrXnNRVI/AAAAAAAAA0w/0sYcAr41EfE/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300918925906494802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I talking about it, it s because I always well lets say 99% of the time specially when I am alone sitting on the top floor, first row, y? because being on the bus is boring and I want to have a better overview by sitting on the front or also i m sick in public transportation if i don t see the road when bus driver is driving. Anyway, I could have been there... lucky me I was not which confort me in a way that there is a good reason to pay a higher rent and live only 3 min walking from the office to avoid this type of incidents. Now, when u look at the pictures, u re thinking, how on hearth a damn tree could have destroy then entire first floor of a bus? how fragile can it be? Did they grow this tree with guiness? And why are they making double layer bus? crazy hum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take care people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PS: btw the title is ironic Bus is everything except my favorite transportation:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-316856201956608394?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/316856201956608394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=316856201956608394' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/316856201956608394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/316856201956608394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-favorite-public-transportation-goes.html' title='My favorite public transportation goes mad .....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SZClsFoH5HI/AAAAAAAAA1A/1cHomrH2zX4/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1173771366724903183</id><published>2009-02-06T07:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:14:08.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>The day i fainted... part [2/2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I guess u were all waiting for the second part of my story :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;* i can hear people over excited....nah not really..anyway*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) I open the door of the car, one foot on the ground, stand up and I guess I freakin fell on the ground before my second foot hit the floor....lucky me my right arm was still king of functional and grabed the door before I fell so that I could hit the floor softer... I only got a bruise on my left arm, my head, and my @ss but it s ok I had some 'thicker skin' to avoid collateral damage :)&lt;br /&gt;So what happened next was well I was lying on the floor unconscious, my purse  was on the sidewalk, my car keys in my hand and obviously my car door still open... should i say i got lucky well in a way yes on the worst case scenario, an @ss could have let me down on the floor, grab my purse and my keys and left with my car easily without anyone seeing him, since i was living in a small street pretty quiet during the day.&lt;br /&gt;So what happened next someone told me the story, because the only thing I remembered is me lying on an hospital bed holding the hand of a complete stranger... can i say i sexy stranger?&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the bed, holding my painful head wid my other hand and look at this stranger.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;*conversation was originally in french, yeah at that time my english sucked even more*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: wtf it s going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;*i know this is not the more attractive way to introduce urself  in front of a sexy stranger however due to my situation, i was more in pain wearing the ugly hospital robe u know the one u attach on the back where everyone can see half of ur @ss when walkin... yeah that one ... so excuse my french*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SS(Sexy Stranger): &lt;/span&gt;hi, i found u unsconscious in the middle of the pavement 1h ago, I called the hospital, they picked u up and brought u here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: really damn, what about my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;: I closed ur car before leaving, ur purse is here and I did not want to look at ur cellphone but ur grandma called 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: shitttt I was supposed to visit her....mannnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt; oh my name is Tim btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; oh yeah mine Cecile... so i guess u saved my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;: well put it like that sounds more heroique than it was, I just called the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that in my fight against migraines some good things happened to me, so of course u can imagine that i could not pass an occasion like that, how many time a sexy stranger will save ur life? usually it s the granpa neighbour or the mother with her child u never expect Prince Charming saving u so to thanks him for saving my life I invited him over for diner... and lets say that I did a break during my eternal single life at least for the remaining time I spent in Marseille finishing my master :P&lt;br /&gt;And well u can imagine that the next I called my mum to tell her how effective the pills she gave for the migraine were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; did the pills stop ur migraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; no but they gave me a boyfriend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;All right People, that s it for today, i wish u a great weekend ahead yeah because it s friday today and damn i love the fridays :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/8751213038625842326-1173771366724903183?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1173771366724903183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1173771366724903183' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1173771366724903183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1173771366724903183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-fainted-part-22.html' title='The day i fainted... part [2/2]'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-67814562974258189</id><published>2009-02-03T18:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:41:00.862Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><title type='text'>The day i fainted... part [1/2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was in 2003... I was in Marseille, south of france doing my master. Marseille is a gorgeous city well that s not the point I wanted to make today, just a fact &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*shut up! and proceed* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don t remembered the exact date, but it was a couple of weeks after my birthday, I do remember it very well since I got the most alcoholic bday with my friend vodka-caramel.&lt;br /&gt;I m telling u, there is advantage and inconvenient when u know the owner of a bar cz usually u always have few free drinks, but when it s ur bday between friends who pay for u and the waiters who had strict order to never leave with an empty glass.... bad idea!&lt;br /&gt;I m gonna spare u the details of what happened the following night, but the next day when I went to my hometown to spend the weekend with my uncle, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at noon for lunch, i have to say that the one hour drive to go there was pretty tiring, mostly because I did not much sleep, i spent most of my time having a private discussion with my loo:)&lt;br /&gt;So when my uncle saw me first he knew right away i had a pretty heavy night before, he already saw me in that shape, I used to do the Feria each year which is a big fiesta celebration during a week in my hometown, and I used to sleep to my uncle s so he knew. But my naive granpa was missing the point, he did not understand why I was sitting on the sofa instead of at the table drinking an 'apéro' mostly a ricard my favorite alcohol that we use to have when we were doing a diner with family or friends before the meal.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my grandpa saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'what s wrong with her'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my uncle replying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'leave it, i m sure she had a tough night, she ll take an aspirine and be in shape for diner :)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my grandpa to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'it s funny I haven t notice that she has that much of freckles on her face' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well he was right I did not have that much of freckles before my bday but when I told u I spent the rest of the night discussing private matters with my loos, well u know at some point there is not much u can say when everything is gone it s gone, but nahan it did not stop me, which made the discussion even more painful that is the reason why i had some fake freckles who disappears a couple of days later. I hope u got my point cz for ur own health i won t go deeper in details on my conversation with my loos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*awkward moment... did they got the metaphore?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, let s move to the real topic of my post, that was a pretty long introduction. So a couple of weeks later, I was having some bad migraines, and for those who don t know I am a migraine person for 9 years now. So I have seen dozen of doctors and took dozen of drugs, nothing so far fixed it. This time my mum sent me some new pills for the migraine.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to spend the weekend with my grandma actually. So in the morning I was supposed to go to class, but I woke up with a migraine, and trust me when I woke with a migraine, i m sooo grumpy and frustrated because of it but there is nothing i can do cz it s too painful. I took some lights pills first, my mum advise me to take them when the pain is really bad. I waited till the middle of the afternoon when I could not stand it anymore. I took them, so far I was ok, and I was starting to pack my bag to take my car to see grandma.&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later, I felt I dunno how to explain but lighter yes like I lost 10kg like that, or when u are in a swimming pool u do feel lighter. Anyway, I took my bag and got into my car. I sate on my seat and i say 30 seconds later I fell in sleep just like that, well for 5 seconds only I guess cz my head practically smashed the wheel driver BAM that did not wake me up, no the horn woke me up cz he was in the middle of the wheel driver &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;* yes I had an old car, I was a student... well now that i m an employee I don t have a car!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jumped out of my seat thinking that's not right, something wrong with the pills I took. I got out of the car to go back home, I did not have any time, I open the door of the car, one foot on the ground, stand up and I guess I freakin fell on the ground before my second foot hit the floor....lucky me my right arm was still king of functional and grabed the door before I fell so that I could hit the floor softer... I only got a bruise on my left arm, my head, and my @ss but it s ok I had some 'thicker skin' to avoid collateral damage :)&lt;br /&gt;So what happened next was..... well I m not gonna tell u, no i ll tell on my next post :P &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt; now u tell me what u think happened next? and be creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have fun People :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;PS: i m coming soon to ur blogs, sorry if it took me some time, I could not find any ideas to blog!!!!!&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/8751213038625842326-67814562974258189?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/67814562974258189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=67814562974258189' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/67814562974258189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/67814562974258189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-i-fainted.html' title='The day i fainted... part [1/2]'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7447564316771650731</id><published>2009-01-26T21:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:05:43.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Me bday week....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww weekend is over, not that I m happy it s over since it's monday today and as u know monday sucks well at least I m not a monday type of person!&lt;br /&gt;So as u know, well u did not know last friday I turned my very last 20+ bday yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;29!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*is it a wrinkle on my face? sighs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So to celebrate it, I went with a couple of friends to a Lebanese restaurant called Rotana Café in Dublin 2, it s a good and cheap restaurant with friends including one lebanese friend, it s always cool to go first time to a different restaurant with a local people, otherwise u don t really know what to pick, the names are usually not common and u finally end up with something u don t like and waste money and never come back. That s how i like indian food, cause I went with an Indian friend the first time and he guided me through the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zqP_OTmI/AAAAAAAAAys/EdDiql45auk/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zqP_OTmI/AAAAAAAAAys/EdDiql45auk/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727012773514850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went there, went out full like guinea pigs &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*burps*&lt;/span&gt; and came back to my lebanese friend s place and as we started with lebanese food well to continue in the spirit we smoked 'chicha' as we say in Lebanon with grapes tabacco &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*no we did not smoke weeds!*&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zq6PgUgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1PKaZnTEiwU/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zq6PgUgI/AAAAAAAAAy8/1PKaZnTEiwU/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727024116093442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i smoked chicha once in my life so it was funny to do it while we were listening some local music as well, the only thing missing was the warm weather from Lebanon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zqmwJIyI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Y7AFuZAinSk/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zqmwJIyI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Y7AFuZAinSk/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727018884277026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not everybody was used to smoke chicha like my friend Momo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zrGLUvGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aDu0nva31wY/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zrGLUvGI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aDu0nva31wY/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727027319782498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for me I managed pretty well, plus it was smelling grapes all over the living room after that :P&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to see the movie 'Milk' with Sean Penn, It was a good movie based on the true story of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harvey_Milk"&gt;Harvey Milk&lt;/a&gt; the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California and fight for human rights for Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41lyp9gYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/IHwVLFrHm3o/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41lyp9gYI/AAAAAAAAAzU/IHwVLFrHm3o/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295729135203484034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and the San Francisco Mayor got shot by Dan White ex member of the Board of Supervisors in 1978. The sad thing about it is that ...in that movie they were fighting against proposition 6 for the gay human rights and now 30 years later the situation is unfortunately the same, recently they were still fighting against this time &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/California_Proposition_8_%282008%29"&gt; Proposition 8&lt;/a&gt; in California.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno I mean, depending on the country or the way u ve been educated or whatever for me I think that what happens in the bedroom only concern people living in it whatever it s 2 males, 2 females, or 1 male 1 female, who care, we re not forcing anyone to have a look it or sleep with a person of the same sex!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the same night I went to my friend Alon s leaving party, we worked together almost 2 years and now he s going back to his country for 1 year, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*sniiif* &lt;/span&gt;and by the time he s coming back, if he s coming back I might be myself back in my country, but it was a good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41laIRseI/AAAAAAAAAzM/alZypNQQHqQ/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41laIRseI/AAAAAAAAAzM/alZypNQQHqQ/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295729128619749858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i came back at 2, to be wake up at 4 by a phone call who did not remember that there is 5.30 freakin hours of difference between India and Ireland!!!! So, I thought he might be on the internet then I start talking to a friend and we stay more than 5 hours talking, yes yes as u can see by the lenght of my posts I can also talk forever! So I haven t sleep for the night, only a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41l3c9yqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CL_Uy-GMUMY/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41l3c9yqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/CL_Uy-GMUMY/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295729136491154082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the afternoon my first ex housemate in Dublin who went on a world trip for a year lucky bastard, came to Ireland, so of course we had stories to catch up wid :P it was great to see him :P&lt;br /&gt;And then to finally end up with my weekend, Vijay came to my house for diner and operated a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reiki"&gt;reiki&lt;/a&gt; on me. The beginning was pretty funny, since I had to relax, and close my eyes, since I did not really know what he was going to do and I was supposed to close my eyes so I was keep laughing at the beginning. He finally managed to concentrate while I was focusing on relaxing &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*keep relaxing...visualize  the relaxation yes I can :P*&lt;/span&gt; he draws some symbols on my head and that s it &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;*no not wid a pencil*&lt;/span&gt; so far I haven t get a migraine! fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of my weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait before I finish I have to thanks everyone who wished me an Happy bday on the blogville, special Thanks to &lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com"&gt;Hems&lt;/a&gt; who made a post for me with the help of &lt;a href="http://memoirsofria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://exceptionallyme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crystal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sourishkarmakar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sourish&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keshi&lt;/a&gt; (who also made a dedication for me:). And also thanks Ria (again) and &lt;a href="http://balvindersingh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Balvinder&lt;/a&gt; for their rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it s monday evening and I know since I haven t been there as regularly as usual I haven t post any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;MJJ &lt;/span&gt;since last year so i m just gonna finish this post with 2 jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41mK6P_GI/AAAAAAAAAzk/turFSFAmRvQ/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX41mK6P_GI/AAAAAAAAAzk/turFSFAmRvQ/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295729141714254946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Somewhere in the desert:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A judge was punishing three men because they had committed a crime. Their sentence was a few years in the desert. He said that they could each take one thing with them.&lt;br /&gt;The first guy decides to take an umbrella, so that he can have shade whenever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;The second guy decides to take a water bottle so that he won't get thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third guy decides to take a car door.&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked, "Why in the world would you want to take a car door?" The man replies, "Just in case it gets hot, I can roll down the window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;New flight attendant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airline captain was helping a new blonde flight attendant prepare for her first overnight trip. Upon their arrival, the captain showed the flight attendant the best place for airline personnel to eat, shop, and stay overnight. The next morning as the pilot was preparing the crew for the day's route, he noticed the new stewardess was missing. He knew which room she was in at the hotel and called her up to ask what happened to her. She answered the phone, crying, and said, "I can't get out of the room!" "You can't get out of your room?"; the captain asked. "Why not?" She replied, "There are only three doors in here," she sobbed, "one is the bathroom, one is the closet, and one has a sign on it that says 'Do Not Disturb'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;U take care people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PS: &lt;/span&gt;anyone knows where i can get a new template for my blog I m bored wid this one and I want to pimp it :P&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/8751213038625842326-7447564316771650731?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7447564316771650731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7447564316771650731' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7447564316771650731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7447564316771650731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-bday-week.html' title='Me bday week....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SX4zqP_OTmI/AAAAAAAAAys/EdDiql45auk/s72-c/DSC_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-6673357049409420702</id><published>2009-01-20T22:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:46:34.641Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>What else...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know, I know, I haven t been as often as i used to be here &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*bouncing her head against the wall*&lt;/span&gt; I already said last year that my creativity to make posts was lacking badly. Been thinking what could i possibly talk about in my next post? I know i m good at one thing, writing a huge post with ... nothing in it. Look I already made several lines out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  things have been insane at work, which makes me realize that me and competition are not good friends, I hate competition, every month when i meet my manager,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYPSUZWyI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U7xADLAc5qc/s1600-h/3rdgradeteacherflyer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYPSUZWyI/AAAAAAAAAx8/U7xADLAc5qc/s320/3rdgradeteacherflyer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293515431659264802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the feeling i m coming with my grades like in school 'u ve been a bad bad girl, give me ur fingers' and BANG the ugly wood rule smashing ur fingers ;( So i d figured it out, I have to move ... wait...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*thinking* &lt;/span&gt;... I have to make my resume up to date, look for job, interview &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*looking at monster.com* &lt;/span&gt;... damn i should have study engineering &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*sighs!*&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*back on the lazy mode, sitting on my bed blogging*&lt;/span&gt;... well I ll think about it. I still wanna do it, but in the mean, i d like to go to India first, then will start again the resume-jobhunting-interview later when the financial crisis will be even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So what else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to thanks 2 people today because they ve been super cool wid me, yes, at least i m lucky to have such great people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;First of all &lt;a href="http://tarunsblogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tarun&lt;/a&gt; has been a great gtalk friend :) I followed him each day through his master s exams, learn so much about how wearing formal dress makes him be more successful during his exam or how to stop hangover by drinkin sprite :) During the evening we sometimes do quizz, no we don t have boring life, we are actually doing social studies to see how similar can be 2 people different (by culture, religion, country...)&lt;br /&gt;So if u have nothing else to do u can go on that &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quizzes/"&gt;blog thing&lt;/a&gt; :) So thanks again T. for getting me out of my grumpy-complaining-irish mood :)&lt;br /&gt;Now the second person I deeply need to thank is my future Guru &lt;a href="http://vijayakumarpeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vijay&lt;/a&gt; :) and guess what I met him through Orkut,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYP5vb7mI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Sdz5lhyOXSc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYP5vb7mI/AAAAAAAAAyM/Sdz5lhyOXSc/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293515442241662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no I know what u re thinking &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*she s starting a speed dating service on orkut*&lt;/span&gt; no u pervert, I was looking for some tips to go to India and I picked obviously indian people from a community living in Dublin :) Ok I picked single guys, but i have a theory &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*she s definitively starting an Orkudating!*&lt;/span&gt; noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Indian girls&lt;/span&gt; are too suspiscious, they will think what the hell this french girl wants to talk to me :( no offence for the Indian girls but none of the girls I added as a friend accepted me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;-Married/committed Indians men&lt;/span&gt;: forget about it, if he dare accepting me it s probably cz his wife is NOT part of his friends' list :) or because he thinks he can have a hot one night stand with a sexy frenchy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;So in consequence I picked the single guys possibly the not so desperate one :) yeah I got some weird ones but I have to say I am quite lucky cause I met nice people including Vijay:)&lt;br /&gt;So Vijay, who freshly arrived in Ireland less than 4 months ago is such a nice guy because first of all he loves my pasta :) and he s gonna help me to hopefully get rid of my migraine. Last monday he actually got rid of my headache which is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;Now before he can work his magic on me I need to know how to get relax, which is the tricky part. I had to listen to a woman for 30 min to get relaxed and learn how to visualize. The most difficult part was to actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;STAY&lt;/span&gt; relax for 30 min. The first 15 min where OK, then she started to ask me to visualize an orange pencil, a green chair and so on &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*y do i have to see that freakin green chair in my mind again? oh yeah to VISUALIZE my bad*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYPsd6VZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KXVJzul_MnU/s1600-h/1211392230_3570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SXZYPsd6VZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/KXVJzul_MnU/s320/1211392230_3570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293515438678496658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part was to visualize the noise of people clapping, seagals making noise, baby girl laughing (pretty annoying that litle girl)! Anyway, I have to listen to it again, and again and again untill I can fully relax during 30 min :) not easy people specially wid a super energetic frenchy like me so wish me luck i ll keep u posted :)&lt;br /&gt;And now to finish this whatever post, let me share wid u a couple of quizz i did in the blogthing thingy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am i boring?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0,0,255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/interesting-3.png" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a fairly interesting person. Many people find you to be intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a dynamic, adventurous life... a life that others envy.&lt;br /&gt;You are genuinely interested in and open to the world.&lt;br /&gt;You love making new friends, and you're always up for an unusual experience.&lt;br /&gt;Like everyone else, you can get a bit boring from time to time. That's normal.&lt;br /&gt;But unlike everyone else, you can pull yourself out of a rut. You don't stay boring for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/"&gt;Are You Boring or Interesting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;60% &lt;/span&gt;ain t that bad right? RIGHT? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*well i might go down 50% after this post* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now the Slogan Generator:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0,0,255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile! You are in Cécile!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theslogangenerator/slogan.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theslogangenerator/"&gt;The Slogan Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lame, I put it cz I still have no idea what the hell this slogan mean? Is this something naughty or what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*excuse me I m not that easy!  I still have some dignity ... jerk!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one, my favorite, for u the Males :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(0,0,255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies if u need help Doctor Cess, please call my male assistant Monsieur Pitt to make an appointment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; 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font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I woke up wid the migraine, and damn I hate to wake up with one, it makes me grumpy and then completely stoned with the strong medicine I had to take, which makes me unable to work and sometimes like yesterday even nauseous, anyway i m not gonna through the details of my so boring life right now, I had to go home to sleep and the migraine finally left around 8PM ;(&lt;br /&gt;Now it is 7AM and yes I am awake that early probably because I slept a lot yesterday, gladly i m sure u are all happy to know that I woke this morning migraine free yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I m doing a tag that Renu tagged me last year and I found pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;The rules are simple:&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions below and do a Google image search on your answer, pick a picture from the results on the first page, with minimal explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1 the age you will be in your next birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  soon to be 29 ;(&lt;br /&gt;I know i know it s not that bad but if I look behind me at my past life I dunno I feel i m a bit late on things i d like to achieve in term of private and professional life, anyway here the pic I got for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2FhXQhI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cNmMTrGJZ1U/s1600-h/q1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2FhXQhI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cNmMTrGJZ1U/s320/q1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447349634843154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2 A place you’d like to travel to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; India&lt;br /&gt;Duhh I think it s pretty obvious wid the number of time I mentioned it in my blog :P btw I m going to the Indian Embassy this friday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW16gQEVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/F6YRMw3i-4k/s1600-h/q2india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW16gQEVI/AAAAAAAAAv0/F6YRMw3i-4k/s320/q2india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447346677387602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3 Your Favorite place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; La Grande Motte&lt;br /&gt;If you look at the pic the architecture of this city is pretty weird and for some ugly but My grandma bought a flat here in 1981 1 year after my birth, this is where I spent my summer when i was a child, where I had my first parties with friends, I have so many good memories here that every time I can i m trying to go there at least once a year even if i m living abroad cz I m happy when i m here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbGtZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6hTXzLv1Qn8/s1600-h/GrandeMotte1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbGtZ5MI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6hTXzLv1Qn8/s320/GrandeMotte1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447985608942786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4 Your favorite food/drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;cheese and ricard&lt;br /&gt;We have more than 400 varieties of cheese in France how can I NOT love cheese!!! as for the drink, I m from south of france, once I tasted Ricard and I love it ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2M9Ej6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/OSva1R6bi7o/s1600-h/q4cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2M9Ej6I/AAAAAAAAAwE/OSva1R6bi7o/s320/q4cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447351630106530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ricard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2dmudtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LL16zgfoups/s1600-h/q4ricard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2dmudtI/AAAAAAAAAwM/LL16zgfoups/s320/q4ricard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447356099786450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5 Your Favorite pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; dogs&lt;br /&gt;I am more a dog person than a cat person and we re talking about pet not animal because of course my favorite animal is the cow :D But for the pet, it s the dog and more precisely the Golden coker, we had 3 of them Oscar first, then Troquet (my favorite one) and then Bistro, I looooove these dogs. Now my mum has some cats, u ve seen the previous posts already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbWsyUGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/AFA4usJmgJw/s1600-h/q5golden_cocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbWsyUGI/AAAAAAAAAwk/AFA4usJmgJw/s320/q5golden_cocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447989901316194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6 Your favorite color combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; black and red&lt;br /&gt;I m a big fan of black, since all time, my mum was scolding me when i was around 16 and force me to buy some brown and grey clothes to change a bit, at that time I hated it, now I like brown as well :P still hate grey :P Anyway, i also love red so black and red which is also the color of the rugby team in my town or the title of a french song by Jeanne Mas, why i m saying that it s people some people used to make fun of me telling me i was a fan of the rugby team or the singer... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbHUmOyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RE1KnUNhh_c/s1600-h/q6blackandred.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbHUmOyI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RE1KnUNhh_c/s320/q6blackandred.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447985773329186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7 Your favorite piece of clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;tunic&lt;br /&gt;Actually I don t have a favorite one, simply we don t have special clothes in France or wait we do but it s more for a celebration and wear by old people not on a daily basis. So i said the tunic because it covers the part that need to be cover regarding me :) and because my grandma can make some great and original tunic for me only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbZRgQnI/AAAAAAAAAws/d3nQB4Jl95Y/s1600-h/q7tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXbZRgQnI/AAAAAAAAAws/d3nQB4Jl95Y/s320/q7tunic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288447990592193138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8 Your all time favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  pep's Liberta&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a all time favorite song, I tried to remember and look in my library if there is one, but i can t. It depends on my mood, so right now at the moment my favorite song is Liberta from Pep's but next week it might be something else:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlG1iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/1CYUpEeHkyk/s1600-h/q8peps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlG1iZ1I/AAAAAAAAAw0/1CYUpEeHkyk/s320/q8peps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448157441746770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9 Your favorite TV show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Same thing for the song, I don t have one, I 'like' many but i m not a big fan of one,  same thing for singer or actor, I m not just crazy about one person, i just like some that s it. So i m gonna say friends because I bought the entire collection but that s it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlc7KNQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aM5VIgClGOY/s1600-h/q9friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlc7KNQI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aM5VIgClGOY/s320/q9friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448163370906882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10 Full name of your significant other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; he he well...&lt;br /&gt;... there is NO significant other in my life so no picture :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;11 The town in which you live in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Dooooblin&lt;br /&gt;no comment on this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlXrEn1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/YbxujOuZiiA/s1600-h/q11dublin_master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlXrEn1I/AAAAAAAAAxE/YbxujOuZiiA/s320/q11dublin_master.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448161961254738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12 Your screen name/nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Cess&lt;br /&gt;Look what i found, I am an industrial strenght :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlpQyY4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/6RRe1YS7Y_I/s1600-h/q12CESS-FLO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRXlpQyY4I/AAAAAAAAAxM/6RRe1YS7Y_I/s320/q12CESS-FLO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448166682846082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;13 Your First job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; cashier&lt;br /&gt;I was not sure about this one, cz I also remembered I used to sell flowers with my aunt at the market but i dont remembered which one came first. I was a cashier as a student job during weekend and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX0xsyu7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/5HI4hX7ssuQ/s1600-h/q13cashier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX0xsyu7I/AAAAAAAAAxU/5HI4hX7ssuQ/s320/q13cashier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448426645830578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;14 Your Dream job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;photographer&lt;br /&gt;Originally my first dream job was to be  Comedian, i still would not mind to be one, a humoristic one, but since i develop a passion for photos i d like to be pay to travel around and take pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1FRnTDI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ItGvV__1uoc/s1600-h/q14photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1FRnTDI/AAAAAAAAAxc/ItGvV__1uoc/s320/q14photographer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448431900544050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15 Bad Habit you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; excuse my french :P&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when i speak in French i have the tendency to fulfill the expression 'Excuse my French'. My mum wanted me to pay 1 euro every time I used the word 'Putain' that i m not gonna translate but that I used instead of the traditional dot (.) at the end of the sentence. Gladly for u u won t hear speak French, beeing vulgare in english is boring since there is not much vocabulary compare to our lovely french one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1c9riBI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ogOOwNmgep8/s1600-h/q15vulgaireinfrech.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1c9riBI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ogOOwNmgep8/s320/q15vulgaireinfrech.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448438259386386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;16 Your worst fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; spider&lt;br /&gt;Spider is my all time biggest fear, actually I google the word and just by looking at the thumbnails I was already feeling sick, one pic was about a spider bite Oh my freakin god it was so AWFUL, this is a reason why i won t visit some extreme tropical countries to avoid an unexpected meet with one spider, so I won t put a pic of a spider on my blog NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;17 The one thing you’ll like to do before you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;travel&lt;br /&gt;well I had to put an answer so I put that, I guess that If i know I m gonna die yes I d like to see all my family first and then travel till i die to see as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1Q6dyyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/OBD4cykwTek/s1600-h/q17travel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX1Q6dyyI/AAAAAAAAAxs/OBD4cykwTek/s320/q17travel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448435024677666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;18  first thing you’ll buy if you get $1,000,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;buy a house&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to do a world trip, but i think i ll prefer to buy a house first and then travel around, so when i ll be back I will have a house for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX7c8FrBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/SgqoL_I7E9g/s1600-h/q18house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRX7c8FrBI/AAAAAAAAAx0/SgqoL_I7E9g/s320/q18house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288448541331926034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I have to tag people... i m gonna tag 3 people but u don t have to do it if it s not ur thing!&lt;br /&gt;Hems&lt;br /&gt;--xh--&lt;br /&gt;Ria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;U take care People!&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/8751213038625842326-5550009709280753863?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5550009709280753863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5550009709280753863' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5550009709280753863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5550009709280753863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/01/pics-tag.html' title='The pics tag'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWRW2FhXQhI/AAAAAAAAAv8/cNmMTrGJZ1U/s72-c/q1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-2242762006286720696</id><published>2009-01-04T21:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:22:04.657Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>100 :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWEzF3icfVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VFI_pYJlPiY/s1600-h/Free+Spirit+TV+Logo+screenshot.thumbnail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWEzF3icfVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VFI_pYJlPiY/s320/Free+Spirit+TV+Logo+screenshot.thumbnail.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287563613410458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just realized it is the 100th post of my blog, I thought I ll come with a more happy note... sadly I can't. I just came back to Ireland today and after 2 great weeks it s hard to come back... harder than expected. I don t feel i m in the right place more and more... on top of that i met some people i wish i did not...good or bad thing I did a 'poem' if we can call that one, no intend to look smart or become a poem lover cz i m not I just feel like writing this fragile badly written one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;look around...see the time goes high&lt;br /&gt;You made me believe I could fly&lt;br /&gt;but 2 weeks went by&lt;br /&gt;and  all i can see is a lie&lt;br /&gt;how can i be so naive... tell me y?&lt;br /&gt;but don t worry i ll be fine&lt;br /&gt;cause ll still believe I can reach the sky&lt;br /&gt;... I m a free spirit&lt;br /&gt;so go ...(i delete the last words to be politely correct :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;... to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow i m working, so lets focus on preparing the paper for my visa to India, :) 54 days to go... 54!&lt;br /&gt;That s all, I hope u guys have a great week ahead... finishing this post with a french song that I keep listening listening and listening (well he s speaking french, spanish and english in that song :) it s call Liberta i recommend u to listen to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEQVdnMrv70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEQVdnMrv70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751213038625842326-2242762006286720696?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/2242762006286720696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=2242762006286720696' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2242762006286720696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2242762006286720696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/01/100.html' title='100 :('/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWEzF3icfVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VFI_pYJlPiY/s72-c/Free+Spirit+TV+Logo+screenshot.thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1048352223757191037</id><published>2009-01-03T16:53:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:00:16.568Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>1st week of 2009 in motion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all let me wish u all an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Happy New Year 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;let s hope this one will be better 2008, not that 2008 has been awful no, but better is better than better and I know what i mean (even if it looks confusing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ezPky9vI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vSwfTTEj808/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ezPky9vI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vSwfTTEj808/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287119090747635442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That s me with my new haircut btw :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, this week, I went to still south of France but east, even though I moved 21 times in 28 years, some members of my family haven t move. I arrived on monday at my grandma s and unfortunately until the end of the year we had the... flood, of course everybody joked about it, telling me ' u brought us the irish climate ;( ' bunch of mean people!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, i could not do much the first days except clicking animals, i dunno i love animals so I got the chance to click some of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z80UrQKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Guo1MKR6BdE/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z80UrQKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Guo1MKR6BdE/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113757672816802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Vicky &lt;/span&gt;the cute doggee of the neighbour, I heard she likes to pose for the photograph, I must say she s doing it pretty good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z9a0VKrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dvSxu0C8yI4/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z9a0VKrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dvSxu0C8yI4/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113768006134450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Julie, &lt;/span&gt;my grandma s cat:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z-N6JzhI/AAAAAAAAAso/9xEnCExG52o/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z-N6JzhI/AAAAAAAAAso/9xEnCExG52o/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113781720763922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tigrou,&lt;/span&gt; the neighbour s cat, such a cute and soft cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ax11UnYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2waVGX8FufM/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ax11UnYI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2waVGX8FufM/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287114668611247490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fusain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my aunt s cat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cVl0-ynI/AAAAAAAAAuA/WEvR2clx1vM/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cVl0-ynI/AAAAAAAAAuA/WEvR2clx1vM/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116382301768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some random dogs in the street, notice the leather jacket, doggeee fashion style, u don t see it but he is actually wearing a pink reabbon on top to maintain some extra hair, while the one behind is showing is tongue :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I also take babies like the neighbours, and she is darn cute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z9mp50QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/NFr-IJhKn5g/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-Z9mp50QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/NFr-IJhKn5g/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287113771183624450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;On the last day of 2008&lt;/span&gt;, I went to my aunt s house to celebrate the new year s coming. During the afternoon while her best friend was cooking yummy stuff for the evening, I colored my aun t s hair. Why i m sure u re wondering I mentionned that, well it s simple, i can t really say i m proud of many things in my life, but for sure i m proud of one thing, I am the first person that ever colored my aunt s hair in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;47 years!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt is not the kind of girly girly and i managed to make her change her mind and switch from a grey hair to her former brunette style, since then (it was a year ago) she started wearing make up, rings and made some highlights!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know, so that day she was in big need of a new hair color since her previous color well vanished and she looked more like Sonia Rikyel (fashion designer)!!! so I only put a pic of her AFTER the color not before, I don t want her to kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-awtxUNuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nZBcWO9mpvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-awtxUNuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nZBcWO9mpvQ/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287114649267091170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I celebrated with great food the new year and funny story, if u never tried i recommend u to do it, have u ever play arrow-words drunk? No? What a shame! It is fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-jMjCrtrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hC2vHSwRTJg/s1600-h/arrow1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-jMjCrtrI/AAAAAAAAAu4/hC2vHSwRTJg/s320/arrow1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287123923516503730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did my first arrow-words at midnite after wine and champaign not only my brain was on speed but for sure my aunt s guests were thrilled to have me there since how much they laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I m not gonna through the good resolutions of the year since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;99% &lt;/span&gt;of the time I don t reach them,  I only gonna put what I would like to happen and then hope it will:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- loose weight&lt;/span&gt; (this is somehow recurrent each year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-jMKa4RaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/9gNBPLcCuJI/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-jMKa4RaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/9gNBPLcCuJI/s320/attachment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287123916907103650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- go to India &lt;/span&gt;(lets say in March :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- find a great job in south of france&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- move out this year &lt;/span&gt;(preferably before summer :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- why not find someone&lt;/span&gt; (not that i m desperately looking for it, i d rather move first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- win the lottery&lt;/span&gt; (well what the heck y not)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NB: &lt;/span&gt;buy a lottery ticket (that might help :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On friday I went to eat in a spanish restaurant  with my grandma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-axbHQZKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GUtTOke3suM/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-axbHQZKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GUtTOke3suM/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287114661438710946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my god i was so full that i could not even eat a desert, I got meat 'a la plancha' served on top of slate one word DE-LI-CIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ayThEAMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tkEvnJlIF7o/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ayThEAMI/AAAAAAAAAtI/tkEvnJlIF7o/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287114676579336386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course I haven t mention all the great plates my grandma did but trust I had a special yummy diet and that s not gonna help my first 'resolution'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today I went to la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Grande Motte&lt;/span&gt;, which is a special place for me, my grandma bought when i was 1 year a flat in this city which is very original by its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;weird architecture&lt;/span&gt; but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cz1azzyI/AAAAAAAAAug/M16o2eno_T4/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cz1azzyI/AAAAAAAAAug/M16o2eno_T4/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116901883039522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I spent all my summer, learn to swim, my first teenager holidays and first love here so this is a special place for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;port&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-bnUpr9bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/8bYk7ENMmWg/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-bnUpr9bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/8bYk7ENMmWg/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115587417011634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;giant beach &lt;/span&gt;where i used to go twice a year to get rid of the negative feelings and it feels GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-boeIs1lI/AAAAAAAAAto/1Hr49BGSJ3w/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-boeIs1lI/AAAAAAAAAto/1Hr49BGSJ3w/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115607142880850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; today I was happy to be there and of course I took some pics :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope u ll enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;seagal &lt;/span&gt;ready to fly, I m so glad I got this shot, click on it to have it bigger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-czg0cBvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/wj4z8Qhy10Q/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-czg0cBvI/AAAAAAAAAuY/wj4z8Qhy10Q/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116896353388274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Black and White sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; in front of the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-czIB85CI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/GLCXHUczWak/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-czIB85CI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/GLCXHUczWak/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116889699181602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sepia sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cWDWYx8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ur_GN2bkoYc/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cWDWYx8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ur_GN2bkoYc/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116390226511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; AGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, I used to play there when I was a kid, I can t believe it is still here!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cVGEHh5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Coa7GEQNt7w/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cVGEHh5I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Coa7GEQNt7w/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116373775320978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with the building of La Grand Motte as a background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cUueXY0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/E2p7CQO8EXE/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-cUueXY0I/AAAAAAAAAtw/E2p7CQO8EXE/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287116367442961218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;little bird&lt;/span&gt; not that shy :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-boD1ZCxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0_cQUUCc_n0/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-boD1ZCxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0_cQUUCc_n0/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115600082570002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My yatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; well in my dream ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-bn6gE1EI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AVX3jUr7jd4/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-bn6gE1EI/AAAAAAAAAtY/AVX3jUr7jd4/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287115597577245762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Well, that s it for my 2 weeks trip in France, I packed my bag and of course with all the food I brought back i have 5 extra kilos to carry so 50 euros to pay to mean Ryanair! Anyway, I ll be back to Ireland tomorrow ;( but the only thing that make me happy to go back it s because next week i ll go to the Indian ambassy to do my visa for my future trip to come :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care People&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-1048352223757191037?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1048352223757191037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1048352223757191037' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1048352223757191037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1048352223757191037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-week-of-2009-in-motion.html' title='1st week of 2009 in motion...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SV-ezPky9vI/AAAAAAAAAuo/vSwfTTEj808/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-6903171650082666103</id><published>2008-12-28T19:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:59:06.257Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='france'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Merry xmas: Crazy 1st week in France</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I m not back yet in Blogville, but since i m on holidays and I have less freakin-office-compulsory-stress, and for the sake of the holidays spirit, play PAUSE on my break to share wid ya my first week in France. I left on sunday the 21st my rainny-greenish-windy Ireland to South of France where surprisingly it was colder than Ireland ;( so guess what I got a very bad cold ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On the 24th of december I spent my first Xmas feast with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;my mum and bro&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVsA3RsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/62ACPBlocc8/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVsA3RsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/62ACPBlocc8/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927639865372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;me and my mum&lt;/span&gt; with my new haircut :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVrp3lMxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3o5oEEbpDWE/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVrp3lMxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/3o5oEEbpDWE/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927633692635922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But i was already a bit sick ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;then the very next day on the 25th for lunch I spend my second Xmas feast with my dad and bro, when I say feast i m not joking, here is what we usually get during a Xmas feast:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- appetizers &lt;/span&gt;(oysters, toasts with salmon, 'foie gras', olives, and others stuff)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVsWkaAgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/G82umVGHGTk/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVsWkaAgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/G82umVGHGTk/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927645691806210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- capon&lt;/span&gt; (or other big meat like roe deer) with mushrooms, potatoes, green bean, hot chestnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lettuce with cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;yule log &lt;/span&gt;like this one ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVstvdQUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AKRnL-Z3KKY/s1600-h/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVstvdQUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/AKRnL-Z3KKY/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284927651912171842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On Friday, to complete this Xmas tradition, gladly it snowed!!! I was happy and badly sick at the same time, had to go to the doctor for the second time to get some stronger medicine! But I was happy to see some snow at last!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXaDMqoEI/AAAAAAAAArM/V_Lb4y3VZlk/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXaDMqoEI/AAAAAAAAArM/V_Lb4y3VZlk/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284929530277568578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On saturday, I spent the afternoon with my dad in Toulouse, the real Pink city, the weather was cold but so sunny I took some great pics with my dad. We saw the departure of a Student Challenge, students are leaving to Morocco with very old french cars to bring some furniture to Moroccan, great initiative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXagcwhTI/AAAAAAAAArU/V4N9M4BVLOw/s1600-h/DSC_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXagcwhTI/AAAAAAAAArU/V4N9M4BVLOw/s320/DSC_0284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284929538129691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We cycled around the city where I clicked like crazy, see for urself :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXbNVNj3I/AAAAAAAAArc/MrtW-0HkTlo/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXbNVNj3I/AAAAAAAAArc/MrtW-0HkTlo/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284929550177636210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYuqnn4pI/AAAAAAAAArk/pnob7pvNTQs/s1600-h/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYuqnn4pI/AAAAAAAAArk/pnob7pvNTQs/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284930983968629394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;La Garonne, the river:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYvLiLWzI/AAAAAAAAArs/5bDUKoNFbMY/s1600-h/DSC_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYvLiLWzI/AAAAAAAAArs/5bDUKoNFbMY/s320/DSC_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284930992804158258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Basilique&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYwhpxL-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/0i34UVPik8E/s1600-h/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYwhpxL-I/AAAAAAAAAr8/0i34UVPik8E/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284931015921446882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A sweet couple&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYwOpyDtI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oB4kofgQDng/s1600-h/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfYwOpyDtI/AAAAAAAAAr0/oB4kofgQDng/s320/DSC_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284931010821230290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As for today, I went to see some friends, and great surprise, among the great lunch i got with her, 2 of my friends told they were pregnant, and even one with twins!!!! That makes me remember that i m single, sharing house in a rainny country! Anyway, I am so happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now, i m home for the last time, tomorrow I m going to see the rest of the family in the South east, i m looking forward a peaceful week with them, spending mew with my aunt and bro, will surely blog about it, since my aunt as the rest of the family are EXCELLENT cook!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Before ending this post, let me introduce u to '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;toudoux&lt;/span&gt;' my mum is like the Sister Teresa for the cats, first came Zouzou (yes she gave them name) with Zaza, then Reglisse and Tigrou, all of them left for whatever reason except Zouzou the black cat with a new addition in the Family called 'Toudoux' a sweet grey fluffy baby cat funny and hilarious, i ll miss him when i leave ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXZyCL2AI/AAAAAAAAArE/wSUOYd-g544/s1600-h/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfXZyCL2AI/AAAAAAAAArE/wSUOYd-g544/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284929525670205442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the mean time, People u have a great Merry Xmas and an excellent end of the year! See u around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751213038625842326-6903171650082666103?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/6903171650082666103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=6903171650082666103' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6903171650082666103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6903171650082666103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas-crazy-1st-week-in-france.html' title='Merry xmas: Crazy 1st week in France'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SVfVsA3RsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/62ACPBlocc8/s72-c/DSC_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1116337023531207397</id><published>2008-12-01T09:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:03:58.387Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aurevoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The last letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STO1qQABoiI/AAAAAAAAApg/uZKmq7vkIgY/s1600-h/O41124-Aurevoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STO1qQABoiI/AAAAAAAAApg/uZKmq7vkIgY/s320/O41124-Aurevoir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274759326035190306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It s 3 o clock in the morning when I first started to write that post on a piece of paper since I don t have internet at in my new place yet. For some reason I have some trouble finding some sleep since I moved, probably too much stuff to think about, i m sure my BP is about to explode right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ironic it is when i said friday i won t leave, I guess i m a woman and I can change opinion easily over a weekend without internet, at least it made me realise something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Years ago, I made a big mistake, I don t know if it s because of the way I ve been raised or just cz I m a silly naive French but I used to trust people to easily which caused me lot of troubles, disappointments, tears, anger and many more feelings I tried to avoid and more or less managed to for years now. I guess at some point, I slapped myself on the face and stop trusting people like that. It still take me lots of time now to trust people and therefore the number of my real friends have been consequently reduced. But after all I am a human and I make mistakes... and sometimes, rarely, but I make the same mistake twice. When i joined Blogville I became again the silly naive French I used to be and I trusted some People in no time. I have been so disappointed lately and the only person I should blame right now is myself because once again I repeated the same mistake. I guess it's even worst and ridiculous in blogville because I got attached to people I ve never met! In some way, Blogville is like the series 'Big Brothers'. I was the first one to make fun of these guys who pretend to be best friend forever even though they met each others 2 weeks ago. Living in a close environment like that people rely on each others faster than in real life. It' s like Blogville, when u spend like myself as much time as i used to spend I had the impression that some people were or became really close to me. But now it's like a 'pen friend': when I was a teenager I used to go to England for 3 weeks each year with a bunch of teens to learn english. I met lots of people who became 'friend' because we were all together stuck in a country where we could not understand much of the language. At the end of the 3rd week it was a sad moment to leave them all, promising to each others that we will still keep in touch and we did... the first months... we wrote letters for 3 months max then we moved on, I haven t kept in touch with one single person, and most of the time I was the last one sending a letter... I m still waiting for a reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadly, it looks the same in blogville now... more and more people leaves.. I sent some letters, still waiting for some reply, but i m not a teenager anymore, and patience has not been one of my qualities after all. I put some trust in some people and I m wondering if I made the right choice and it s bothering much that i m writing that damn post in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the past 3 months I had some good moments, and some disappointments, but i only blame me, I have been sad to many time to see people left Blogville. Frankly, right now I don t need anymore of that because I used to blog to make myself busy and forget about the fact that it is winter, that I don t belong where I am and that I was missing some company. But unfortunately Blogville became like Real life, with joy and disappointment and i won t be able to handle both Blogville and Real life at the same time right now. I know I know it sounds more dramatic than it is, it s 3AM in the morning, hard to put some coherence in my text and specially in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this is my last letter for at least the next 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The end of the year is coming and i m gonna have to work my ass hard to finish properly and under pressure that business year. I will be on holidays for 2 weeks in France and since I miss terribly my family I won t be online much. As for the next months well I m guessing that my life won t get more exciting than it is now! So the reason why i said 3 months, it s because by march ... hopefully... I ll be ready to fly to India for 3 weeks of holidays and at least this time i will have something to blog about it with the thousand of pics i ll have in my camera... who knows maybe there I ll meet some of u guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will still pass by ur blogs ( i m still addicted to internet) and comment on it cz i still like to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, I am gonna miss lots of people, I had some great moments, some laugh and learned so much from some of u guys and specially from my Indian friends, I already wanted to go to India but u guys made that desire increased so much during the past 3 months that no matter what happened in India,  and whether some ass are trying to scared tourists to come to India, I will come to India, I hope it will be in March 2009 cause I have a wedding to attend but  i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is time to put an end to that loooong final post of the year ( I might squeeze a small post for Xmas here :) I l still be online for those who want to stay in touch with me, u know how to reach me (for those who don t u have my email on my profile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ll be back fresh in 2009, don t know if u'll be around by that time so I m just gonna say 'Aurevoir' as 'Goodbye see u soon' for some and 'Adieu' as simply 'Goodbye' for some. In the meantime u take care people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STO1qy1zQwI/AAAAAAAAApo/lhMzCshGrfE/s1600-h/adieu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STO1qy1zQwI/AAAAAAAAApo/lhMzCshGrfE/s320/adieu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274759335387546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8751213038625842326-1116337023531207397?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1116337023531207397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1116337023531207397' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1116337023531207397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1116337023531207397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-letter.html' title='The last letter'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STO1qQABoiI/AAAAAAAAApg/uZKmq7vkIgY/s72-c/O41124-Aurevoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-4194882527595023967</id><published>2008-11-28T21:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:03:54.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>Time to move on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOgTlZ6I/AAAAAAAAApY/3iM1lWkA3gM/s1600-h/moving.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOgTlZ6I/AAAAAAAAApY/3iM1lWkA3gM/s320/moving.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273837458631780258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;No no, don t cry I m not living YET the blogville even if  my blogroll is getting more and more dry but tomorrow I will celebrate my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;21st &lt;/span&gt;move, I promised myself the next time i ll moved it will be outside Ireland... well not this time ;( sadly I will move 1km from my actual place. I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; walking away from the Office I will be now only 2 min away from the Office, not that I m a workaholic nooo remember i m French and i am missing terribly the 35 hours/week of work but i m moving for several reasons among them here the main ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i m actually living in an igloo, it s 9 degrees in my room, I m wearing fleece pyjamas... WAT? yes u heard me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;FLEECE &lt;/span&gt;pyjamas and fleece socks and 2 damn duvet, i was starting to think if  I should buy as well gloves and a hood or balaclava! That s what the translation tool gave me and when I googled it (cz i found the name weird) it s the thing used by thief who dont want people to recognize their face!!!! So I was talking about something similar that people use to go hiking in the mountain during winter not to steal a bank! Anyway i think u got the point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOZBtkuI/AAAAAAAAApI/Cejib86v20w/s1600-h/gus_balaclava_w273h390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOZBtkuI/AAAAAAAAApI/Cejib86v20w/s320/gus_balaclava_w273h390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273837456677769954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- According to the contract, I was supposed to have double glazing, yeah well i m guessing that this double gazing was made in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;20th century,&lt;/span&gt; I have these old windows where all the air u want can come through, it s so windy that when  i woke up the morning and open the curtains (yeah there is not f!@#$ shutters in that country!) there is water on the inside windows, that much that the corner of the windows start to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;rot!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; During the past 3 months I had some construction in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;FRONT&lt;/span&gt; of my house, what a pleasure to wake at 8AM on SATURDAY morning ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let say that my housemate and I were &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not compatible&lt;/span&gt;, personally I don t like to find mould in the pan with some food that at some stage let say 2 weeks is barely recognizable nor having somebody starting most of her speech by '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forgot...'&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And for the fantastic price of .... drum roll...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;850Euros/month &lt;/span&gt;(54 000 Rs it sounds even more in Rs ;)!!!! Bills not included of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I went with my new flatmate to pick up the keys of our new flat because the real estate agent did not want to move his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;@ss&lt;/span&gt; to bring us the keys. So we took the cab, arrived at their agency, wait for him cz he did not prepare the set of keys earlier and finally told us that ' I think there is one key missing but i m not sure' 'Oh really u @sshole' well I did not say that word but trust  me it was in my mind &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;the all time&lt;/span&gt; I talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to our flat, and guess what... indeed, the key of the entry door was missing, not the key of the door of the flat, no we could not even access the flat! So i came back in the office and I must say that I was pretty tensed! I called him and u know what this ... said ?&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the landlord will drop u the key ...at some point today&lt;/span&gt;' notice the  'at some point!' like he gives a shit about it... '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in that time if u wanna access it right away u can go at the entry door ...&lt;/span&gt;' wait for it... i thought i had a stroke.... ' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for somebody to enter or get out, and go inside cause there is an other full set of keys in the flat&lt;/span&gt;' ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'at some point&lt;/span&gt;' SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;.. do you really think I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; else to do in the middle of a workin day ... nothing? think again u dam ass!&lt;br /&gt;So, by that time we got the key from the landlord who seems to have the same problem with the agency, my flatmate call back the @ss telling him he was not very professionnal, do u know what he dared to say? '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don t disrespect me!&lt;/span&gt;' OMG! gladly I was not on the phone with him when he said that, otherwise I would have come expressly to his office to show him how much I m respecting him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was a very hectic day, now I just came back from the Chandni my fav indian restaurant in town, i m in my room for my last night, I almost finished to pack everything which includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;- 5 &lt;/span&gt;suitcases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;- 7 &lt;/span&gt;bagpacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;- 3 &lt;/span&gt;big boxes&lt;br /&gt;- my computers&lt;br /&gt;- my roller skates&lt;br /&gt;- and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;dozen&lt;/span&gt; of bags at least!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOtUSReI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HypvDVmrBk0/s1600-h/suitcases.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOtUSReI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HypvDVmrBk0/s320/suitcases.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273837462124381666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I m looking at it right now and I m thinking of my final move from Ireland, I have absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; idea how I m gonna move &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; my stuff to France!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That s it for now, I probably won t have internet at my new place for a week or so, my response to ur comments will be slower than usual :) but i ll be back with pics of my new place.&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye old place, hello new one! U have a great weekend people!!!&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/8751213038625842326-4194882527595023967?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/4194882527595023967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=4194882527595023967' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4194882527595023967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4194882527595023967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-to-move-on.html' title='Time to move on...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/STBvOgTlZ6I/AAAAAAAAApY/3iM1lWkA3gM/s72-c/moving.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1322878968932719425</id><published>2008-11-24T17:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:18:16.161Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning/Evening Jokes 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSrt38FFyTI/AAAAAAAAApA/0dSM8A5iugc/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSrt38FFyTI/AAAAAAAAApA/0dSM8A5iugc/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287859066652978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Again it s a Monday Evening Jokes, I don t have time anymore to do it on monday morning and I m usually too tired to do it on sunday yeah yeah I know bad bad me, but hey, u still have it right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Death Row in Women's Prison:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three women are about to be executed. One''s a brunette, one''s a redhead, and one''s a blonde. The guard brings the brunette forward and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, and the executioner shouts, "Ready! Aim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly the brunette yells, "EARTHQUAKE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone is startled and throws themselves on the ground while she escapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The guard brings the redhead forward and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She say no, and the executioner shouts, "Ready! Aim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Suddenly the redhead yells, "TORNADO!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone is startled and looks around for cover while she escapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By now the blonde has it all figured out. The guard brings her forward and the executioner asks if she has any last requests. She says no, and the executioner shouts, "Ready! Aim!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the blonde yells, "FIRE!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Pick a name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now If u are in the path to become a father or a mother, choose the name of ur son wisely, and think big, think international, in case ur kid decides to go abroad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Customs Official : 'May I know your name?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Passenger&lt;/span&gt; : 'Batman'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Customs Official : 'What's your name!?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : 'My name is Bat-man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Customs Official : 'Trying to be funny? What's your surname?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : 'Super-man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Customs Official : 'So you're telling me your name is Batman Superman?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; : 'Yes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Customs Official : 'Arrest this guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When they had him in custody, he was asked to show his identification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;card:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSrt3jfqo-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/aFLLqy1QJN0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSrt3jfqo-I/AAAAAAAAAo4/aFLLqy1QJN0/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272287852467233762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-1322878968932719425?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1322878968932719425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1322878968932719425' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1322878968932719425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1322878968932719425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morningevening-jokes-8.html' title='Monday Morning/Evening Jokes 8'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSrt38FFyTI/AAAAAAAAApA/0dSM8A5iugc/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-5688664017705571072</id><published>2008-11-20T18:17:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:15:45.214Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>40 years of High School Graduate ;) 1954 till 1994</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi People, today I have been through this site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yearbookyourself.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Year Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; and I found it so cool that I need to share it with you. What can u do with this site, well, u upload one of your pic and u can have a pic of you on this American Graduate Book that they give to student every year. Starting from the 50' till 90'. So here it goes, don t laugh too much and tell me which year u prefer ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1954:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqNr-I8yI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ihOpDYqm7NY/s1600-h/1954.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqNr-I8yI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ihOpDYqm7NY/s320/1954.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806091025412898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah I don t think this one is my best shot, obviously i m not from this promotion ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1956:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqNs7vlVI/AAAAAAAAAng/WDXZfqOw4Y8/s1600-h/1956.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqNs7vlVI/AAAAAAAAAng/WDXZfqOw4Y8/s320/1956.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806091283797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, what kind of haircut is it? 1956?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1958:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqN5QcS9I/AAAAAAAAAno/wCl9fkemJGY/s1600-h/1958.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqN5QcS9I/AAAAAAAAAno/wCl9fkemJGY/s320/1958.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806094591839186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that kind of haircut and outfit i m sure everybody in the promo was looking pretty old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1960:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqOeApVAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T9eG-ggKAio/s1600-h/1960.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqOeApVAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/T9eG-ggKAio/s320/1960.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806104457696258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glasses? Really? Do I have to comment more on that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1964:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqZeVb7LI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4R0VzR5gopQ/s1600-h/1964.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqZeVb7LI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4R0VzR5gopQ/s320/1964.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270806293523459250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again Glasses?  Outfit a bit better then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1978:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJo_iaeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VoFnAlA489o/s1600-h/1978.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJo_iaeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/VoFnAlA489o/s320/1978.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270807121018120674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, nice! My favorite one, I could be a good looking black lady ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1982:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJ7oUzrI/AAAAAAAAAog/dUElga_s8_U/s1600-h/1982.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJ7oUzrI/AAAAAAAAAog/dUElga_s8_U/s320/1982.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270807126021033650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That s a very interesting type of hair cut... i m wondering how she made it, maybe a salad bowl on top of her hair then using a brush to move up the front!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1984:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJzgzvcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/T52-nNakbsQ/s1600-h/1984.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrJzgzvcI/AAAAAAAAAoo/T52-nNakbsQ/s320/1984.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270807123842022850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Curly hair with big volume!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Promotion 1994:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrKMYyuXI/AAAAAAAAAow/qhUmbh3GaH0/s1600-h/1994.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWrKMYyuXI/AAAAAAAAAow/qhUmbh3GaH0/s320/1994.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270807130519288178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sur I was looking like that in 994 though ;)&lt;br /&gt;Now make up ur mind and tell me which one u prefer and y?&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/8751213038625842326-5688664017705571072?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5688664017705571072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5688664017705571072' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5688664017705571072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5688664017705571072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/40-years-of-high-school-graduate-1954.html' title='40 years of High School Graduate ;) 1954 till 1994'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSWqNr-I8yI/AAAAAAAAAnY/ihOpDYqm7NY/s72-c/1954.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-234132962292177729</id><published>2008-11-18T20:07:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:46:06.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>un tagged...what s coming next....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSMkjf4VbyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/BQiBYvE9lTc/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSMkjf4VbyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/BQiBYvE9lTc/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270096181225418530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so my Department of Creativity is not on strike but as it is a French Creativity i m only working under the 35 hours / per week ;) So, because i still want to post something, probably because i m bored i ll post the tag i found on &lt;a href="http://broadcastism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ankur s blog&lt;/a&gt;. It is time for u to be honest, well i don t accept the anonymous comment ;) but u can still try to be franc ;D and please do answer these questions in the comments ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Here are the questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Something I have and YOU want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; How do you see me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i m done with this tag, I m tagging &lt;a href="http://xhtheexperthand.blogspot.com/"&gt;--xh-- &lt;/a&gt;because he is desperately looking for a tag and &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt;, as for the others, be me guest, take it if u want to ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So what s coming next for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; tartiflette/poker night on friday&lt;/span&gt;: yeah people i m having a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tartiflette"&gt;tartiflette&lt;/a&gt;, french dish made with melting cheese, potatoes, onions and lardon, one of the best dish to get during the winter season with some good wine, friends and a poker tournement to finish the night ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSMkjPmdUaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fyu61vBM1gQ/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSMkjPmdUaI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fyu61vBM1gQ/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270096176855470498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;my 21st moves&lt;/span&gt; is gonna happened in less than 2 weeks now. 21 times in 28 year, i m sure i ll in the Guinness Record at some point ;)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;35 days&lt;/span&gt; from now and I ll be in France for Xmas, my Gus I am so LOOKING forward u have no idea people, being with the family, giving/receiving gifts/hugs, having great food and wine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;That s it for now u People take care ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-234132962292177729?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/234132962292177729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=234132962292177729' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/234132962292177729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/234132962292177729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/un-taggedwhat-s-coming-next.html' title='un tagged...what s coming next....'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSMkjf4VbyI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/BQiBYvE9lTc/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-5361300360672853561</id><published>2008-11-16T17:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:41:46.735Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning/Evening Jokes 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLS_HwCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/OmHgMHZYj2g/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLS_HwCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/OmHgMHZYj2g/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269742822214844450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Welcome to the 7th edition of the Monday Morning Jokes which became lately the Monday Evening Jokes ;) but hey, u still have it on monday right! Maybe not in Australia though, but anyway here are the jokes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a lawyer was riding in his limousine when he saw a guy eating grass He told the driver to stop. He got out and asked him, "Why are you eating grass".&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "I'm so poor, I can''t afford a thing to eat."&lt;br /&gt;So the layer said, "Poor guy, come back to my house."&lt;br /&gt;The guys then said, "But I have a wife and three kids." The lawyer told him to bring them along.&lt;br /&gt;When they were all in the car, the poor man said, "Thanks for taking us back to your house, it is so kind of you."&lt;br /&gt;The layer said, "You''re going to love it there, the grass is a foot tall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLi41YTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sJWhuYNpoyg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLi41YTI/AAAAAAAAAm4/sJWhuYNpoyg/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269742826483441970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A man with a peg leg, hook hand and... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with a peg leg, hook hand and an eye patch went to apply to be a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/span&gt;How did you get that peg leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pirate: &lt;/span&gt;Arrr. I got me leg shot off during the first world war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Interviewer:&lt;/span&gt; How did you get that hook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pirate:&lt;/span&gt; I got me hand cut off by a big knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/span&gt;What about your eye patch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pirate:&lt;/span&gt; It was a rainy afternoon and I looked up into the sky and a bird crapped in me eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Interviewer: &lt;/span&gt;And that put your eye out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Pirate: &lt;/span&gt;No, it was the day after I got me hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's A Buncha Bull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was visiting Spain and passed by a restaurant in Madrid after a bullfight. They were advertising that they served the balls of the bull who lost the bullfight. Intrigued, the man went inside, only to find that where was a six-week waiting list to get to eat the loser's balls. So he signed up and came back six weeks later. When he got his meal, there were two teeny, teeny balls on his plate. He called the waiter over to complain.&lt;br /&gt;"I've waited six weeks for bull balls. What are these?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sir," the waiter said, "the bull doesn't always lose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLvfDesI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ihv60fBTBt4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLvfDesI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ihv60fBTBt4/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269742829864975042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The video of the day: have u heard of ventriloquist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a video in youtube, man these guys are brilliant, how can they do that inside their mouth I don t understand, they said they practice for years and years but man i wish i can do that for fun! Let me introduce u Jeff Dunham and Peanut, so funny, this guy also have &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uwOL4rB-go"&gt;Achmed the dead terrorist &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kXOg23pGeA"&gt;old granpa Walter&lt;/a&gt; very funny too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQm_8vX3sYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oQm_8vX3sYU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also some other very funny ventriloquist like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnNBgIKOvr4"&gt;Kevin Johnson with Mathilda and Clyde&lt;/a&gt;, or an excellent ventriloquist and his puppet so him are incredibly good singer like this one doing Etta James! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-97wmnC4oY"&gt; Tery Fator and Emma Taylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Have a good week ahead u People!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8751213038625842326-5361300360672853561?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5361300360672853561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5361300360672853561' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5361300360672853561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5361300360672853561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morningevening-jokes-7.html' title='Monday Morning/Evening Jokes 7'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SSHjLS_HwCI/AAAAAAAAAmw/OmHgMHZYj2g/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-8258212572504475486</id><published>2008-11-14T14:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:42:08.868Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>How about some honesty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NB: Note for those who read that post already, I changed the first video (it was not the correct, so watch it again ;) It is worth it! And wait for the 'Ohhh that hurts'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an ordinary woman, there is nothing fancy about me, i am not a Genius, nor a Top model, i am just a simple person, with simple taste and I believe i have a pretty good self judgment, well maybe sometimes I see me worst than I am, which is better so I am less disappointed ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But there is some people who does not have that self judgment, or if they have it, they are probably over estimate themselves.... way over the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2Tb32u9DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CfbCPYAklRI/s1600-h/confidence.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2Tb32u9DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CfbCPYAklRI/s320/confidence.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529246152619058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today, a friend of mine sent me a video called Scarlet takes a tumbles, now the thing u need to know before watching this video is, she uploaded this video herself on youtube. I don t know her, what is she doing in her life but i m sure of one thing, she knows how to make a mockery of herself. I don t say it is a bad thing, I, myself, can say that I'm pretty good at doing it to myself, but I m doing it on purpose, she did not, she did not even think that this video could have been seen 3 000 000 times!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The video is 5min long,  but you can start watching at 2.45 min, cause before that she basically sings, in front of her pc, go to remove her socks, change shoes (very exciting).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now the funny part starts, when she decides to go up on the small table, now by the noise of the table and the average size of this girl, even myself I would not have done that. But hey, that s her choice, now see for yourself. If you are at work u might laugh louder than usual so be aware of it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPsNi1k8Df4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPsNi1k8Df4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, she is not the only one, some people are worst than that. I m talking about those who think that their vocal chords are a gift of God, or a Divinity... my Gus! I m saying WTF? Either u don t have any friends nor family cause nobody ever told u that when u are singing u SUCK BIG TIME, or your family is too nice with u and encouraged u to apply for American Idol and in that case, I feel sorry for u because u were raised in a dumb family or simply ur friends are not really ur friends, and they re just trying to encourage u to make fun of u, but for God sake what the hell!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When u hear people saying just before they sing: 'Well u know, I think i can be the next american idol, because I have a pretty good voice' 'Get a life man!' It is good to have self confindence, but it is sick to have an OVER self confidence like, most of thime these people are loosers, with loosy job, and they re coming wearing the worst Crime of Fashion outfit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This girl is 27... and she looks 40, she came with her mum, and sometimes u know, when u say that u look like ur parents  well in that case it s pretty much true. And u can see that the anchorman  is soooo making fun of her but she does not get it. When he asked her, 'What do think of ur look?' and she replied 'I m sexy' 'Really girl!!!!! I mean? seriously ?????' And what song she s gonna sing u may ask 'Don t cha' from the Pussycats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2Tbg3xpdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/v85JBncuBwY/s1600-h/pussycat+dolls+met+buttons.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2Tbg3xpdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/v85JBncuBwY/s320/pussycat+dolls+met+buttons.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529239982974418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don t know if u remember how the Pussycat dolls look but when u look at her, singing something sexy, dancing like I was dancing the Chickens Dance when I was 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look at it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL91Avz-3PA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qL91Avz-3PA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you are looking for The Vulgare Girl with flashy sparkling top and shoes, white skirt so short that it looks like a belt u can see it here, her name is &lt;a href="http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=6qHvwnbmMJw"&gt;Rhonetta&lt;/a&gt; ;) And the worst thing is, every time I heard these dumb ass saying 'oh yeah I can be the next American Idol' or 'I can compete with J.Lo' or stuff like that and u sing like crap, even myself I can sing better!!!! U don t need American Idol u need a Psychiatric my girl! Really I mean it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now to finish with this post I have to put the video of 'Ken Lee', I think she is from Turkey, it s Turkey Idol or whatever, and well when u re not speaking in ur native language is pretty tough right, and I remember when I was a teenager I was singing an english song the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;" &gt;yoghurt&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;font-family:verdana;" &gt; way' and what is the yoghurt way, it s basically when u don t speak the language, u only hear it, and u re trying to sing it based on what u heard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2TcF_hA9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/kDtjkiNjG0w/s1600-h/1-sutdiyari_yoghurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2TcF_hA9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/kDtjkiNjG0w/s320/1-sutdiyari_yoghurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268529249947550674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time it does not sounds good... so when u decide to apply for Music Idol ... PICK A SONG in your own NATIVE LANGUAGE u idiot!!!! Specially if u dont speak that language, and buy a friend to help u find a nice dress! But u know what, it s like this &lt;a href="http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=l0EbdVIxGB0"&gt;Asian guy William Hung&lt;/a&gt; who became famous by singing so bad that people like it! The worst u are, the famous u can become, but most of the time... it does not last long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEcrADNxClk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MEcrADNxClk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have a good weekend ahead u People ;) And don t apply to Music Idol before consulting me, I m worst than Simon ;) &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/8751213038625842326-8258212572504475486?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/8258212572504475486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=8258212572504475486' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/8258212572504475486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/8258212572504475486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-about-some-honesty.html' title='How about some honesty?'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SR2Tb32u9DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CfbCPYAklRI/s72-c/confidence.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-4287306876051030483</id><published>2008-11-09T22:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:05:26.372Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Monday Evening Jokes 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLYlKX0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KRPFjGJ5PQ0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLYlKX0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KRPFjGJ5PQ0/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266796132554137410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a late version of the 6th edition of the Monday Morning Jokes, let s call it the Monday Evening Jokes, been busy at work sorry ;(&lt;br /&gt;Let s make it short, here are the jokes ... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Breast feeding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight and found it somewhat below normal. The doctor asked if the baby was breast fed or bottle fed.&lt;br /&gt;"Breast fed," the woman replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor asked. She did. He pressed, kneaded, rolled, cupped, and pinched both breasts in a detailed, rigorously thorough examination.&lt;br /&gt;Motioning for her to get dressed he said, "No wonder this baby is under weight! You don't have any milk."&lt;br /&gt;"I know,"she said, "I'm his grandmother, but I'm glad I came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLNM8WwI/AAAAAAAAAmA/oY-5iMqMkgU/s1600-h/boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLNM8WwI/AAAAAAAAAmA/oY-5iMqMkgU/s320/boobs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266796129499765506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Little Nancy's Pet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the little girl was up to, he politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?"&lt;br /&gt;"My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."&lt;br /&gt;The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and then replied, "That's because he's inside your stupid cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrK6hItMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vsOQtowJaRI/s1600-h/539903~Cat-Looking-at-Fish-in-Fishbowl-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrK6hItMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/vsOQtowJaRI/s320/539903~Cat-Looking-at-Fish-in-Fishbowl-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266796124484187330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Local Strip Club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Dave works hard at the plant and spends most evenings bowling or playing basketball at the gym, his wife thinks he is pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.&lt;br /&gt;The doorman at the club greets them and says, ''Hey, Dave! How ya doin?'' His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before. ''Oh no,'' says Dave. ''He's on my bowling team.''&lt;br /&gt;When they are seated, a waitress asks Dave if he'd like his usual Budweiser. His wife is becoming uncomfortable and says, ''You must come here a lot for that woman to know you drink Budweiser.'' ''No, honey, she's in the Ladies Bowling League. We share lanes with them.'' A stripper comes over to their table and throws her arms around Dave. ''Hi, Davey,'' she says, ''Want your usual table dance?''&lt;br /&gt;Dave's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Dave follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her and she starts screaming at him.&lt;br /&gt;The cabby turns his head and says, ''Looks like you picked up a real doozie this time, Dave!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLetRQSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/L-JJ8BsT7-s/s1600-h/CowStripClub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLetRQSI/AAAAAAAAAmI/L-JJ8BsT7-s/s320/CowStripClub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266796134198755618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Monday Evening Video&lt;/span&gt;:... still Russell Peters... white parenting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VEOI5ruXqms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VEOI5ruXqms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8751213038625842326-4287306876051030483?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/4287306876051030483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=4287306876051030483' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4287306876051030483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4287306876051030483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-evening-jokes-6.html' title='Monday Evening Jokes 6'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRdrLYlKX0I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KRPFjGJ5PQ0/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3967925465009132920</id><published>2008-11-08T15:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:16:51.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>Need some fun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is not a MMJ, but more a series of pics I took on my last day in LA or mini stories I got recently. Before i took about LA I went to Dublin city center today, initially to see the latest James Bond no sorry the latest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Hems Bond&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96QyByKI/AAAAAAAAAls/-br89AHn0pk/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96QyByKI/AAAAAAAAAls/-br89AHn0pk/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266324147914524834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i missed the show because I shop, i know, but when i m depressed my best friend is my credit card. So I bought some fruits, have to be healthy sometimes right, then i bought the season of House, apparently it s good and my personal Xmas gift, I know I already have one ipod video, 2 shuffle but i bought the flashy purple new super cool ipod because he looks good ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW955BZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_qzWn5XfSZ0/s1600-h/Photo+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW955BZ9LI/AAAAAAAAAlU/_qzWn5XfSZ0/s320/Photo+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266324141536572594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then OMG i m so super happy i found...... some KIRI, does anybody knows what KIRI is, well it is cheese the 'Laughing Cow' or 'La Vache Qui Rit' as we say in French, but Kiri is even better because there is more cream and so it s more yummy. And where did i find it u may ask? in an Indian shop yes between tikka massala spices and chapati ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I bought a suitcase, not just any suitcase, the 4 wheels hard cover suitcase, to survive against the Irish rain and poor infrastructure of the streets or airports ;) On my way back home, i saw on the street so many strange people. There was this group of young 'adult' women, apparently nobody told them that Halloween was last week, maybe it was a Bachelorette party, I saw two Cow girls (bitch they stole my costume),  one Cow boy/girl, one Pink Navy girl, wearing the shortest dress ever with no jacket under that cold weather... simply crazy... anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW50a2_RVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/1EQl6-bdNMA/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW50a2_RVI/AAAAAAAAAkc/1EQl6-bdNMA/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266319649493960018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now let s talk about LA, I went to Hollywood recently, and as u know or u re might not know, everything in USA is bigger and apparently they  don t have any problem with it, and it s better to advertise it... Live larger, if u don t read the underline, how do u understand it? Getting fat is not a problem? Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW50r_czQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/HeT58pkjq5k/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW50r_czQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/HeT58pkjq5k/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266319654092852482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They seem to have the bigger the better right, size of Jeans, make it bigger! Though I like this ads, it looks cool, like a real jeans ;)&lt;br /&gt;The entire city center is covered by big ads from clothes, to new movies or series, ipod, everything, I don t know how much does it cost but since the road, or expressway are everywhere well u need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW4ZN56yFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-euRfyvGCsU/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW4ZN56yFI/AAAAAAAAAkE/-euRfyvGCsU/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318082648492114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to see the ads from there right, so the higher the better, the bigger the merer. The corona beer ads was very nice too. How cool it is to wake up every morning, open ur windows and look at the right u see the corona, down left the lemon with blue sky and the see... niiiiiice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW4ZdRBIII/AAAAAAAAAkM/r08qUwTUV2U/s1600-h/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW4ZdRBIII/AAAAAAAAAkM/r08qUwTUV2U/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266318086771908738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Venice beach, where supposedly Baywatch was supposed to roll, though I haven t seen Mitch Buchannon or whatever his name spelled nor Pamela Anderson, nor any women in bikini doing some roller skates on the street, it is a myth, well it was apparently too early in the morning to see that, for what I heard ;) So instead I took this pic:D Hot Dogs 1$, where? In the bin trash? LOL they could have put the bin somewhere else not underneath the ad, it s a Marketing Crime ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Hollywood, yeah, did I see some stars? Nope, Nope at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96LrcjuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/mSJQcM5WEIw/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96LrcjuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/mSJQcM5WEIw/s320/DSC_0177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266324146544742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I saw some movies celebrities  like the old time famous Marilyn Monroe and Charlie Chaplin, though Marilyn Monroe was less sexy and more older than the original one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW8qtgLO0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/BcbggYJUu34/s1600-h/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW8qtgLO0I/AAAAAAAAAlE/BcbggYJUu34/s320/DSC_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266322781234740034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I will assist to a fight between two batmans:&lt;br /&gt;Batman 1: WTF are u doin here, It s my day today, my corner, u re supposed to be on Rodeo Drive get out of here&lt;br /&gt;Batman 2: F@#$$ u, i m the ONLY Batman u re the fake one, i m the original one, I have the costume from Batman 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96KmUvLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kPiHMof7Nl0/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96KmUvLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/kPiHMof7Nl0/s320/DSC_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266324146254822578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately Superman was here to separate them! Man I don t know how could they stand all day here with that heat cause it was hot, wearing that much of costume!!!! And that Superman, u d better be extremely confident about ur masculinity to be wearing that red underpants and blue tights!&lt;br /&gt;Then to finish, I pass by the walk of fame and I saw this star:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW8qQWd2eI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CC8daCyFo-U/s1600-h/DSC_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW8qQWd2eI/AAAAAAAAAk8/CC8daCyFo-U/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266322773409389026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, what the hell the parents were thinking, or it is a name he picked when becoming famous, why 'Dick' , was this 'name' did not have a double sense before?&lt;br /&gt;Ok I checked wikipedia and he was born &lt;b&gt;Richard Ewing "Dick" Powell&lt;/b&gt;  without at the beginning of the 20th century so i m guessing that name did not have a double sense before I truly hope!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is it for today, I hope the Blogville is getting better, and u People, take care!&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW4Yo_ZFBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/AmPRr6yslEc/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751213038625842326-3967925465009132920?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3967925465009132920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3967925465009132920' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3967925465009132920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3967925465009132920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-some-fun.html' title='Need some fun?'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRW96QyByKI/AAAAAAAAAls/-br89AHn0pk/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3729443587243613182</id><published>2008-11-06T19:22:00.016Z</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:30:59.150Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Meet....Frenchy Cuty aka Rainboy aka Vivky ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNgBBcxZlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gd-2ZlwDdmU/s1600-h/meet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNgBBcxZlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gd-2ZlwDdmU/s320/meet.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265657960011490898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today has been a very f@#$% day at some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was so close to give my resigning letter, quit the job, pack my dozen of bags and get the hell out of here, of course, 2min later I thought that if i m going back to France without a job by taking an out of the blues decision like that my parents would have seriously damaged my royal arse. So the reasons y I came back is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- reading my blues is not always funny and I can understand that some people don t like it, that s y I create a private blog WIMPO: Whining In My Private Outlet where i can vent out half french half english on my own where nobody will be aware of it, it does not mean that from time to time there won t be a grumpy post from me still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- my second reason is because of special People, who helped me a LOT during these bloody down days, so ladies first, I d like to thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNOLJAZAeI/AAAAAAAAAik/sKpWCa-ox8s/s1600-h/Thank+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNOLJAZAeI/AAAAAAAAAik/sKpWCa-ox8s/s320/Thank+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265638342629327330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for the nice and motivating emails, friendly help and last super cool and funny post she made on her blog, if u haven t read it yet, it is time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Cute men:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, my sweet sweet Tall and almost Confident sweetheart, for all the time u spend with me by chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one, I know he s not gonna be happy because I m thanking him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNFCCU_TuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fbvKBwB9I2E/s1600-h/frenchcuty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNFCCU_TuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fbvKBwB9I2E/s320/frenchcuty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265628290613202658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; but he s one getting interviewed today my dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smellofearthafterrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Frenchy cuty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, u might ask y i m calling him French Cuty, it s because of the picture, he looks to cute with his French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; beret ;) And today I thought it will be day without laugh at all but he asked me to watch videos of Russel Peters and man that was funny, i laughed so much, i can t thanks him enough for that (see video at the end of the post, if u did not fall a sleep in the middle of that HUGELY long post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNdbSxI8SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DNofEGY9DCw/s1600-h/cutycuty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNdbSxI8SI/AAAAAAAAAjk/DNofEGY9DCw/s320/cutycuty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265655112802038050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, let's move on to  the interview, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which is your favorite genre of movies ? (Comedy/ Romance/Suspense/Action/Horror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action movies. These movies can be watched over and over again, unlike comedies were you can watch it 5 times then you can't watch it for another year or else it will be lame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could have a lunch with 1 people (real or fictitious/ from any time period, dead or alive) , which one would you choose and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swami_Vivekananda"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Swami Vivekananda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. I choose him coz I am so like him …It’s in my nature to test something thoroughly before accepting it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways if given a chance I would like to have breakfast and dinner too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is your most cherished childhood memory?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My most cherished memories of childhood are the days that I spent with my cousins in the hills of Himalayas. Every year in my summer vacation they would visit us and i would go to hills where their Dad was posted. The cottage by the river ,the hot tea,those badminton matches it’s like yesterday to me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNRrDwmaAI/AAAAAAAAAis/AshZLvVYrko/s1600-h/Bengal%27s%2BSukanta%2BChowdhury%2Bin%2Baction%2Bon%2Bparallel%2Bbar%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSenior%2BNational%2Bgymnastics%2Bchampionship%2Bin%2BMohali%2Bon%2BDecember%2B27,%2B20"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNRrDwmaAI/AAAAAAAAAis/AshZLvVYrko/s320/Bengal%27s%2BSukanta%2BChowdhury%2Bin%2Baction%2Bon%2Bparallel%2Bbar%2Bin%2Bthe%2BSenior%2BNational%2Bgymnastics%2Bchampionship%2Bin%2BMohali%2Bon%2BDecember%2B27,%2B20" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265642189511616514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a complete freedom to start afresh, what profession would you choose and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a Gymnast. I just feel that I would have done great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If given a choice to skip work for a day, how would you spend the entire day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sleeping and dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is your favorite time of the day, are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am a Vampire,that should answer this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the craziest thing you have ever done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kicking the door of college Director at 3 a.m.,I was not caught and some innocent chaps got suspended for 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name one person whom you love the most and one person whom you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate only one person and I hate to even take his name.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXgU3-xCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RNiAZYljo-k/s1600-h/mickey_mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXgU3-xCI/AAAAAAAAAjU/RNiAZYljo-k/s320/mickey_mouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265648602197181474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could be any cartoon character, who would you be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Mickey mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In case you and I were going out and we had a fight. How would you try to patch things up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would make you eat Chocolates ..coz they produce feelings of elation, even ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then I would explain to you where u were wrong. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[Personally, it won t work with chocolate dear but u can try with cheese ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who was your first crush? Did you ever tell him/her about your feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my classmate in 9th standard. Before I could tell her.she left the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you were stranded on a lonely beach, what are the five things that you would want to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surviving guide for dummies on a lonely beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss army knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satellite Internet connection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping coffee,watching the rain,wishing for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What’s your favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell of earth after rain ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNTYnDZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ynoDAJx6DM8/s1600-h/oatmeal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNTYnDZ_PI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ynoDAJx6DM8/s320/oatmeal.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265644071591476466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What’s your favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oat meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you a window person or an aisle person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have my first flight I hope I will find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is your favorite quotation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Change the rules on what controls you and you will change the rules on what you can control.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used it like a hammer to put a nail in the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What color was your refrigerator growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grey..what kinda question is this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to be in Air Force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nervous habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whistling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXXuj0BLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xX4OpgeqygY/s1600-h/time_is_money2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXXuj0BLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/xX4OpgeqygY/s320/time_is_money2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265648454473090226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could possess any superpower, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what do u think about the Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India ain’t shining that much as you think.This is just another stupid law and it violates right to equality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could describe yourself in 3 words, what would they be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Atheist&lt;br /&gt;Elegant&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[And he is single by the way ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXgOtkQVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9jPndh1jGDw/s1600-h/tom_cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNXgOtkQVI/AAAAAAAAAjM/9jPndh1jGDw/s320/tom_cruise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265648600542888274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could hire any actor to portray you in a movie, who would you chose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tom Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If u were me, which question would u ask urself and what will be the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Q.What are your worst fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Losing my family,not living up to my expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which blogger from my blogroll should I interview the next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Keshi, if you are up to, you re the next on the line as per Rainboy request ;)&lt;br /&gt;No to finish that long post here is the video how was talkin about, hope u will laugh too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhDUJVf6IcY&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhDUJVf6IcY&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8751213038625842326-3729443587243613182?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3729443587243613182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3729443587243613182' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3729443587243613182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3729443587243613182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/meetfrenchy-cuty-aka-rainboy-aka-vivky.html' title='Meet....Frenchy Cuty aka Rainboy aka Vivky ;)'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SRNgBBcxZlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gd-2ZlwDdmU/s72-c/meet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3125146271210696665</id><published>2008-11-02T20:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:36:22.824Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Jokes 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4ImrLRAPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tRoUr4C8scs/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4ImrLRAPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tRoUr4C8scs/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264154474960716018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track with the 5th edition of the Monday Morning Jokes, I hope it will be funny, cause i m not a such a good mood, between a b@#$%^ who stole my bin, an ... (did not find a name to qualify him) who chickened out and an ex friend that i still can t forgive arffffff to heal myself i did something that Keshi was thinking on maybe doing :) for the 5th time for me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway here are the 3 jokes u have a bonus one since I did not post jokes last monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The Wrinkled Nightgown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A man and wife were celebrating their 50-year anniversary, so the man bought his wife a $250 see-through nightgown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that night she was getting ready for bed and realized the nightgown was still in the box downstairs. Walking naked through the house, she passed her husband who said, "My word, for $250 they could've at least ironed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4OsQOBmqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IFs5Mehxl4A/s1600-h/cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4OsQOBmqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/IFs5Mehxl4A/s320/cheating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264161167873514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Respectfully Cheating &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and Betty are celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Betty, I was wondering -- have you ever cheated on me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh Jack, why would you ask such a question now? You don't want to ask that question..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes, Betty, I really want to know. Please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, all right. Yes, 3 times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Three? When were they?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Jack, remember when you were 35 years old and you really wanted to start the business on your own and no bank would give you a loan? Remember how one day the bank president himself came over to the house and signed the loan papers, no questions asked?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Betty, you did that for me! I respect you even more than ever, that you would do such a thing for me! So, when was number 2?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, Jack, remember when you had that last heart attack and you were needing that very tricky operation, and no surgeon would touch you? Remember how Dr. DeBakey came all the way up here, to do the surgery himself, and then you were in good shape again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I can't believe it! Betty, I love that you should do such a thing for me, to save my life! I couldn't have a more wonderful wife. To do such a thing, you must really love me darling. I couldn't be more moved. When was number 3?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Jack, remember a few years ago, when you really wanted to be president of the golf club and you were 17 votes short?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4OsSSoFcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TBpiQ0CbZ3A/s1600-h/chastity-belt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4OsSSoFcI/AAAAAAAAAg8/TBpiQ0CbZ3A/s320/chastity-belt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264161168429684162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Chastity Belt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A man decided to march in the holy crusades. Concluding that his wife should wear a chastity belt while he is gone, he locks up her nether regions and gives the key to his best friend. He tells him, "If I do not return within four years, unlock my wife and set her free to live a normal life."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the husband leaves on horseback and about a half hour later, he sees a cloud of dust behind him. He waits for it to come closer and sees his best friend. "&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong," he asks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gave me the wrong key!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The video of the day (hilarious btw): 'You have an attitude'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox3Gd5GKfGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ox3Gd5GKfGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;U take care People and have a not too bad Monday ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751213038625842326-3125146271210696665?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3125146271210696665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3125146271210696665' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3125146271210696665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3125146271210696665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-morning-jokes-5.html' title='Monday Morning Jokes 5'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQ4ImrLRAPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tRoUr4C8scs/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-6363148899364593323</id><published>2008-10-31T00:54:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:56:45.788Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manzanillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Mexican Cruise: Day 4, snorkelling and margaritas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On day 4, we stopped at Manzanillo. Now, for those who never cruised,  one daily thing when cruising is picture, and Gus knows how much I hate when somebody is taking a picture of me, so every night before dinner, there is photographers in certain locations in the ship that I pretty much avoid, willing to take  pic of u  cz they are paid by what u buy. And every time u get out of the ship  they are waiting for u at the end of the 'toll bridge' to click u, most of the time I escaped cause I was going out from the bridge reserved for the Crew since my friend was working on the ship. So today, some local women wearing the traditional outfit were waiting outside to be taken in pic with u, I clicked some..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmpalRnpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BNvN124g8kI/s1600-h/foto6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmpalRnpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BNvN124g8kI/s320/foto6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413451208892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We wait half and hour before getting our bus, the 10min that separated us from our final destination was pretty much un clickable... it was full of big trucks or giants containers full of dunno what, everywhere, it was like a cemetery of containers and also a border kind of. Anyway, I went to take a boat to do some snorkeling. In the boat, all the chairs where sponsored by the local typical beer in Mexico which is Corona&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I even bought a Corona s towel, I know I m such a tourist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmpmDLiRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Et6MKVe2C64/s1600-h/foto7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmpmDLiRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Et6MKVe2C64/s320/foto7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413454287112466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The crossing last 20 minutes before we reached the used to be 'Elephant Rock ' before the snorkeling part, but due to an earthquake the actual trunk of the elephant fell, so let ur creativity begin cz u definitively have to use ur imagination to recognize the elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmqe99kRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hlY7uwTNdc8/s1600-h/foto9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmqe99kRI/AAAAAAAAAf0/hlY7uwTNdc8/s320/foto9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413469566046482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we went snorkeling, I took my flippers and my mask and tuba and jump in the water, i was a bit disappointed since the water was green, it was warm but green so i could not see much of fish in the water, i bought a underwater plastic camera and i took a couple of pics but i don t know if it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not that i m scared of water, but when I can t reach the ground of the sea, I like to see through to avoid scary fishes or any other sea animals. Specially when that crazy old bitch said 'omg i think i saw a shark' I mean 'WTF' why would u say that stupid! I m gonna make u eat ur f@#% flippers if u say it again!&lt;br /&gt;And an other stupid one, who was actually under water with her mask watching me obviously cz she told me 'DON T touch the coral, u are killing it, and once it s dead  if u touch it, it will cut u badly' OMG, who are u &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;'Greenpeace'&lt;/span&gt;  why don t u take care of urself and go spy on somewhere else!&lt;br /&gt;So we swam for an hour, well less for me, since somebody almost killed me with one of his flippers who almost reached my nose, I went back to the  boat... it was open bar ;)&lt;br /&gt;I got my first fresh margarita and a nice red flower, and i took a pic of myself, be happy People cz i hate taking pics of myself ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpm1QUQzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/22xBosJJykE/s1600-h/foto10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpm1QUQzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/22xBosJJykE/s320/foto10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263416705364017970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Usually what happens, and I have a tradition to take a pic of my feet,  yeah I know what u might think, what a crazy french, but i don t like me on the pic, but i  have nothing against my feet, so to prove to people that at least I was there :)  well ...I was seating at the front of the boat, taking the sea fresh air on my face and clicked a pic of my feet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpnEBYURI/AAAAAAAAAgE/v8lIBaNdOcw/s1600-h/foto11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpnEBYURI/AAAAAAAAAgE/v8lIBaNdOcw/s320/foto11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263416709327900946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had also a beer contest, i did not participate to it, due to the heat and the way the boat was moving, I already drank way too much :) margaritas, then some Corona beers, won t tell u how many i stopped counting after 5 ;) I even had a chat with El Capitan of the boat :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpnU09IeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0-yhG6euwQE/s1600-h/foto12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtpnU09IeI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0-yhG6euwQE/s320/foto12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263416713839190498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I finally reached the ship, i was exhausted, somehow drunk, my way to my cabin looked unusually longer than it used to be, probably cz I went to the 6th floor instead of the 7th trying to open my supposed to be cabin which was not mine, it took me 10 frustrating minutes trying to slide my cabin card into the locking thingy to finally realize it was not the number 6583 but 7583 .&lt;br /&gt;My face was red like the flower, as for the rest of my body, specially the shoulders and back i look like a giant lobster. In my cabin was waiting my second Animal s towel, I guess Froggy the Frog, was not sure what animal it was, but my friend assured me it was a frog so... too tired, i barely talked to my new friend, I took an other cold shower and fell in sleep like a baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtt_YAe0QI/AAAAAAAAAgc/igCHjymh2XE/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtt_YAe0QI/AAAAAAAAAgc/igCHjymh2XE/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263421525056213250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; by the way if u read my post about Mexican cruise Day 1 and 2 and u are still wondering what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Chicken Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; were, or if u were thinking i just made a joke, no no, the Chicken Olympics took place on the deck 9, next to the pool,  the Crew filmed it, and I had the fantastic pleasure to see it on tv. Some shamelessness people started to mimic the chicken, well it s funny when u are 5, ridiculous when u are 50 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtvDTHiIjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OKWHUuchNhI/s1600-h/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtvDTHiIjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/OKWHUuchNhI/s320/chicken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263422691974718002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they had to throw some faked yellow chicken into some boxes to gain some point depending how far they reached the box, followed by how many faked chicken can fit in a tee shirt or sometimes even more scary into some men s short, the more u had the merer and they finished to dance that ridiculous dance called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Chicken dance'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtvDrQEyzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NeSkWURq-Pk/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtvDrQEyzI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NeSkWURq-Pk/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263422698452994866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that I once myself brilliantly danced when I was 5 I guess, i m sure my grandma have some pics of it, i ll try to scan one during Xmas cause i m sure u are all looking forward seeing me wearing yellow short and shirt :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Coming up next on 'It's in the Eire' Day5: Ixtapa where the sun heats....A LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8751213038625842326-6363148899364593323?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/6363148899364593323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=6363148899364593323' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6363148899364593323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6363148899364593323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/mexican-cruise-day-4-snorkelling-and.html' title='Mexican Cruise: Day 4, snorkelling and margaritas'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQtmpalRnpI/AAAAAAAAAfc/BNvN124g8kI/s72-c/foto6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1126799989923652627</id><published>2008-10-30T15:13:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:02:29.203Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puerto vallarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Mexican Cruise: day 3 Sea and Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div onmouseout="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px !important; 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width: 3px; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana ! important;font-size:11px ! important;color:white ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold ! important; cursor: default ! important;"&gt;[x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;amp;postID=1126799989923652627"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=8751213038625842326"&gt;er.com/post-create.g?blogID=87512130386258423&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hi People, I know it s been a loooong time, but I haven t bee able to find an internet cafe and the internet on the ship as i said a dozen times already sucked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, now that I have finally access to a proper internet connection let me tell u what happened during this week in Mexico. I was planning on doing a looooooooooooooong post to talk about everything but I finally decided due to the amount of pics I have, I ll do one post by city I visited so It will be less long in a way :) I can already hear something groaning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, we stop the 3rd day in Puerto Vallarta, where I went to the Private beach of the very luxurious hotel The Westin. The funny thing about this hotel is, well dunno who s the owner, if it s a woman,  or a very sensible man who has no problem with his feminine taste of decoration, but the entire front of the building was....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS-h2A_nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/orTtQaLbvcY/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS-h2A_nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/orTtQaLbvcY/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969611237785202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;He/She also added a series a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;weird colorful animals&lt;/span&gt; like this tiger eating my friend Marie's hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS-xVjhpI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lErMruecgXM/s1600-h/foto1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS-xVjhpI/AAAAAAAAAeA/lErMruecgXM/s320/foto1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969615396603538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hotel has one of if not the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;best pool &lt;/span&gt;I ever saw in 28 years and where I actually swam in it, and this one was even cooler cause u could actually sleep inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS_2xm5AI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UN6qkwUNfa8/s1600-h/foto2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS_2xm5AI/AAAAAAAAAeI/UN6qkwUNfa8/s320/foto2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969634036311042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;See the pic here, the white thingies u see on the right side are bed, well it s not a mattress of course, but it looks like, and u have at the end of it, where u put ur head, a small bump so u don t have ur head inside the water, and trust me when it is hot like it was that day and when u have not been exposed to a proper sun in one year like me, I was more than happy to sleep here ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In front of the beach, you had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;long chairs&lt;/span&gt; like these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUKntb_iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OKzoezOsF3U/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUKntb_iI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/OKzoezOsF3U/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970918482476578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where u could rest, or u also had giant mattress with big white pillows where my Friend Marie and Julie where sleeping on it or drinking in this photo. It is like that in Ibiza too, they were broadcasting some lounge type of music... pretty awesome my People... though it was too hot for me so I was resting in the pool beds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnTAEYJ3yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fTHK7Kz8dz4/s1600-h/foto3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnTAEYJ3yI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/fTHK7Kz8dz4/s320/foto3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262969637687648034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after couple of hours resting and getting tanned for some and sunburned for me, we went back to the ship, I met on my way out to the hotel a f&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;riendly Mexican bit quiet but nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUBT58cuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Qf5ffHYIWhU/s1600-h/IMG_0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUBT58cuI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Qf5ffHYIWhU/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970758547403490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then when I came back to my cabin, lucky me, I got a passenger cabin with a big and soft bed and, every night, the Cabin staff when coming to clean ur room, they do a cute animal with bath towels yes, and that day they made a rabbit that I called Goblin. I ll post some other pics of my others &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;towels animals, &lt;/span&gt;slightly disappointed though since I did not get a Cow towels' ;(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnT_vUijII/AAAAAAAAAew/J3QyREHPdAM/s1600-h/IMG_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnT_vUijII/AAAAAAAAAew/J3QyREHPdAM/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970731546971266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, after I took a shower (so not important to mention it, but it was a cold one, very good when u have sunburn :) we went to eat in a very good restaurant in front of the beach during a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;great sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUASevLVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KLn5_qKWOa0/s1600-h/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUASevLVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/KLn5_qKWOa0/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970740984982866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was exquisite and the temperature pretty awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUACLawyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qbr_MF3Ym6k/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnUACLawyI/AAAAAAAAAe4/qbr_MF3Ym6k/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262970736608985890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;That s it for today... next Day 4: Manzanillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8751213038625842326-1126799989923652627?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/1126799989923652627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=1126799989923652627' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1126799989923652627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/1126799989923652627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/mexican-cruise-day-3-sea-and-sun.html' title='Mexican Cruise: day 3 Sea and Sun'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SQnS-h2A_nI/AAAAAAAAAd4/orTtQaLbvcY/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-4687322547112375470</id><published>2008-10-29T11:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:06:09.989Z</updated><title type='text'>Crazy trip back to Doblin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;hi People, a super fast update from London airport, where i m waiting for my flight to Dublin in a couple of hours. I was supposed to be at work today, but due to a mechanical engine problem of the ship I missed my flight yesterday!!! So I had to spend a day to LA, well a night and take an other flight on tuesday. I m super tired since I haven t sleep as usual in the damn plane, for the first time I am so happy to go back to Dublin just to take a shower and get some sleep, cz i m working tomorrow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope u did not miss me too much :), give me a couple of days to rest and I ll be back posting and commenting like crazy this weekend:)&lt;br /&gt;Take care People.&lt;br /&gt;The Super Tanned Frenchy :)&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/8751213038625842326-4687322547112375470?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/4687322547112375470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=4687322547112375470' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4687322547112375470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4687322547112375470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-trip-back-to-doblin.html' title='Crazy trip back to Doblin'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-7278320844609689155</id><published>2008-10-24T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:55:25.773+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Little update in the middle of the Pacific ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hi People,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;First of all thank u for still commenting on my blog and not forgetting me :) I have my post ready for with all the pics I took the past 3 days but as I said the internet connection on the ship really sucks so I can only post a small one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So i m fine, me looking like a lobster, specially the shoulders which are approximately close to 40 degrees celsus right now, but i m ok with a cold shower! I just left the mexican land 2 hours ago, going back to San Diego after 2 days and a half of sea days again. The weather was awesome, took lots of pics, drank lots of maragharitas u will have ALLL in details soon when i ll have a proper internet connection, probably in Ireland on tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the mean time People, u take care, no MMJ this coming monday, sorry :( cause i ll be in the transportation all day/night :) but i ll be surely back the next next monday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;C.&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/8751213038625842326-7278320844609689155?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/7278320844609689155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=7278320844609689155' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7278320844609689155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/7278320844609689155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-update-in-middle-of-pacific.html' title='Little update in the middle of the Pacific ocean'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3171389552906403591</id><published>2008-10-21T16:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:05:58.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puerto vallarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Cruise, sea Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39cCdeFJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ph5pI0_IE-s/s1600-h/CIMG1835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39cCdeFJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ph5pI0_IE-s/s320/CIMG1835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259638597977248914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Greetings People, It is 11PM here in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, 11AM local time and to avoid dying with the heat i am at starbuck using free internet from the Chili restaurant :) As u can see I finally put some pics on my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39bYs8w8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ki7voqa5OgQ/s1600-h/CIMG1829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39bYs8w8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ki7voqa5OgQ/s320/CIMG1829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259638586767885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shortly, I m happy to finally reach the land. Yesterday was a quiet day, I stay at the pool, working on my tan. We saw for the first time in 2 days the land with Cabo San Luca (not too sure for the spelling) so I took some pics with my friend Marie Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39bnjKrJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rZOFU-eUza8/s1600-h/CIMG1834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39bnjKrJI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rZOFU-eUza8/s320/CIMG1834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259638590753385618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I m going to the beach then to a restaurant, no off shore activities just some chill out, tomorrow however I will do some Catamaran ride and snorkel activities, looking forward :)&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/8751213038625842326-3171389552906403591?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3171389552906403591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3171389552906403591' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3171389552906403591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3171389552906403591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/cruise-sea-day-2.html' title='Cruise, sea Day 2'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP39cCdeFJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ph5pI0_IE-s/s72-c/CIMG1835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-4009268723319797744</id><published>2008-10-20T01:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:46:52.862+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Mexican cruise, Day 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wake this saturday morning approximately every hour due to jetlag, after being awake for 26 hours it was definitively not my leisure to wake every hours. i had to leave my hotel at noon to reach the Broadway Pier of San Diego where the Spirit ship from Carnival will be waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35CGS4QwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Lkk4Klexg7Y/s1600-h/DSC_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35CGS4QwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Lkk4Klexg7Y/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259633754283459330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a couple of hours watching TV with around 1h20 min of commercial, every 5 min i had 10 min of commercials, and boy i m glad i m not living in us, otherwise in less than 20 min i would have bought already 3 items!&lt;br /&gt;My cab picked me up and we reach the pier around 12.30PM The ship was not there yet so i wait on a bench, i was not allowed to reach the pier since i did not have a 'Fun pass' cause i was not technically paying for the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;The ship arrive 1h later, it was ok for me to wait, because it was sunny with a little bit of wind... simply perfect!&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me and informed me that she was really busy and won t pick me up right away, so i wait 1.5h easily still resting on my bench.&lt;br /&gt;She finally picked me up, so happy to see her after a year actually since the last time i saw her it was in october 2007. We entered the ship quickly passing by the customers who did not have the chance to know a member of the ship ;)&lt;br /&gt;Since she was still working I went to sleep in her nano room, yeah, it is quite small and u have to share with one person!!!! I know, anyway, I slept for a couple of hours then we hit the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now the flash news of the day&lt;/span&gt;: for the first time in 2 years I got my first sunburn!!!! i was so happy, how did it happened? Well I spent 2.5 hours sitting on my bench waiting for my friend, it was sunny and a bit windy I did not felt the heat at all, the funny part is that only my left arm was red like a lobster but it is quite fine, cause we have the Biafine, fantastic creme to put on the sunburn, it stinks a bit, only available in France but so good my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today sunday, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;sea day&lt;/span&gt;, like tomorrow, we need 2 days to reach Puerto Vallarta :) So this morning i went to deck number 9 to the Lido for my breakfast and this is was the view i got while eating it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35CzEI2pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vDS2ndfaFw8/s1600-h/CIMG1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35CzEI2pI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/vDS2ndfaFw8/s320/CIMG1803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259633766301227666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then reached the entry D for the drill (not too sure for the spelling) during 15 min the staff explains u what to do in case of the remake of the Titanic, where to go, how to wear the safety orange thingy to float in the water etc etc, so all the passengers were stand up on rows, waiting patiently to get over it or fighting hard to put properly their safety equipment i must say that some of them would be probably dead by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35Crv3MEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/dsyejRtsJYE/s1600-h/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35Crv3MEI/AAAAAAAAAdI/dsyejRtsJYE/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259633764337135682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just before lunch i got for my first time my first cocktail, ok it was not a Mojito nor Isaac served me my cocktail, but it was Roma who served me a margarita! And it was good my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35DF4HUeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/oMzkUD2wRV0/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35DF4HUeI/AAAAAAAAAdY/oMzkUD2wRV0/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259633771351069154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 6PM and I spent the entire afternoon sleeping in front of the pool, ok the water direclty coming from the Pacific Ocean and was a bit cold but the sun was damn hot, i made sure i put some sunscreen this time!!!&lt;br /&gt;so this is it for today, now i m getting ready to have my diner with the Captain of the ship, well i won t seat next to him but it is the official night, then we will have a show and then probably finishing by the nightclub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also a Sea day, so i ll probably keep working on my tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Funny note: &lt;/span&gt;every time Chris who is apparently the Activities on board director is making an announcement on the microphone like 'Don t miss the Chicken Olympics, deck 9 at 3 this afternoon' (have no idea what was the chicken olympic btw) well every time he s saying the word Deck, i heard differently, by that i mean replace 'e' by 'i' in the name and u ll see what i m talking about, so every time i m laughing by myself!!! (no i m not a perv, have seen some passengers laughing as well when hearing him ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night/morning People, sorry I won t have time for my MMJ (the internet connection is damn slow and expensive on board) ... i know i know don t cry People, i know it s monday morning for u and u have to work while i m working on tan, so to forgive me here is a small joke to replace temporarely my MMJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The wrong way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his cell phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there''s a car going the wrong way on Route 280. Please be careful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; "It's not just one car," said Herman, "It's hundreds of them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Milking the cow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  A farmer was in a bar drinking and looking all depressed. &lt;p&gt;His friend asked him why he was looking depressed and he replied, "Some things you just can't explain. This morning I was outside milking. As soon as the bucket was fill the cow kicked it down with her left foot so I tied up her left to a pole. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began to fill up the bucket again and she kicked it down with her right foot, so I tied her right to a pole too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; As soon as I finished milking her again she knocked down the bucket with her with her tail and I took off my belt and tied up her tail with my belt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was tying up her tail, my pants dropped down, then my wife came out and well, trust me, some things you just can't explain!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: as I said my internet connection sucks, and i can t put pics on my post :( so i ll put them later :)&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-4009268723319797744?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/4009268723319797744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=4009268723319797744' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4009268723319797744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4009268723319797744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/mexican-cruise-day-1-2.html' title='Mexican cruise, Day 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SP35CGS4QwI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Lkk4Klexg7Y/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-697937807188900987</id><published>2008-10-18T04:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:40:10.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san diego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Arrived to San Diego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Noon, seat 24B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Flying with American Airlines. Just got my pasta with broccoli (WTF lasagna with broccoli instead of meat!!!! why not coconut!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I m watching Disney Channel at the moment. It s probably around 1PM london time and everybody seems to do more or less a nap or watchin s movie.&lt;br /&gt;Now the funny thing I noticed is the fact that lots of people are removing their shoes for a long flight and man what the hell some of them were thinking this morning when choosing their socks, can their at least match? Noooo i even saw one guy wearing pinky socks sooo... not cute.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my lunch the passenger 24A decided to go to the toilet, so I stood up to let him go be before going he bended  to pick up his headphones, oh lord,  I saw something and i still considered myself to young to see such a thing, the well used to be white type of kangaroo underwear with the ugly brown trail right in the middle of his ass eouwww. So to get over it I decided myself to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn I just realized mistake number 1... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hold one.&lt;/span&gt;.. let me do a PAUSE...cause right now I just suffered from my mistake twice which is wearing only my socks... a stupid woman just walked on my poor little foot and to make it worst she ain t the size of a cotton buds but more like a bottle of Perrier reverse B@#$%^!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlbr60cyrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9i5qWdG4YYg/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlbr60cyrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9i5qWdG4YYg/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258334850013514418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let s go back to mistake number 1, when i walked inside the tiny toilet, looked at the floor and desperately regret not wearing my shoes due to a certain liquid spreading on the floor, I prayed hard wishing it was only water! Mistake n 1 of my trip: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;achieved with great success and twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4PM London time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant gave the blue and green visa paper thingy. Have u been to USA? For those who ve never been here the thing, the blue paper ask u among other questions if u have been in a farm/ranch/pasture recently: yes for sure, I m living in Ireland with green grass and sheeps! And then the green paper ask u if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- u are a drug dealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- engage in immoral or criminal activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;nvolved in espionage or sabotage between 1933-45 &lt;/span&gt;( no doubt about it, my parents were not even conceived by that time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;- detained or retained custody of a child from the US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then if u say 'YES" to any of these questions the wrote: P&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lease contact the American embassy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE &lt;/span&gt;(in capital and bold) you travel to the US since u may be refused admission into the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me ask u a question? Why on earth they gave us that green paper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONCE (&lt;/span&gt; and I put in capital and bold) we are actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; the plane???  Anyway like u re gonna answer yes to any of these questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Midnight London time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And around 5PM in Los Angeles. I finally after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11 hours and 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt; in LAX airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaeZptIuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SeukOKALqVc/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaeZptIuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SeukOKALqVc/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258333518260151010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through the security check in with this guy asking a series of questions, have u been there before? how long are u staying? business or holidays? who are u working for? what s ur job? there is actually an advantage working for a big american company! Then I picked up my bag, with this chinese guy who put the letter 'AGR' on my blue paper i filled on the plane.  Came through the 3rd security checkin where the guy asked me to go through the Agriculture check in WTF, i said i haven t been to a farm, what do they expect me to have, a lamb in my suitcase!!!! Like i m gonna bring some food from Dublin to USA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaejViQPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UyavAz2bKaI/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaejViQPI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UyavAz2bKaI/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258333520859906290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2AM London time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i m actually in the South Band amtrak train going to San Diego after i took a shuttle to bring me to the train station. So today i took 1 cab, 2 plane, 1 shuttle cab, 1 train and probably one cab to go to my hotel so roughly 20 hours in transportation, :) But funny thing i m not yet tired, since it s really sunny and hot outside I feel like chill out outside ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlafUMMLWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TaEhrRNQqbo/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlafUMMLWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/TaEhrRNQqbo/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258333533974048098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a couple of clicks I made in the train :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaf0wjmGI/AAAAAAAAAck/yBrzlQb5THA/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlaf0wjmGI/AAAAAAAAAck/yBrzlQb5THA/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258333542716512354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Sunset :) Now it s 5AM London Time, I haven t sleep for 24 hours, I am in desperately need of food, i m waiting for my delivery then i will hit my bed so hard, all night till tomorrow!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Take care People :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PS: sorry if I don t reply to all ur messages right away or not at all, I m kind of busy wearing my flip flop, enjoying the sun :) but keep commenting :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/8751213038625842326-697937807188900987?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/697937807188900987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=697937807188900987' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/697937807188900987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/697937807188900987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-1-arrived-to-san-diego.html' title='Day 1: Arrived to San Diego'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPlbr60cyrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/9i5qWdG4YYg/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-5913029691861140852</id><published>2008-10-17T09:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:21:07.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight n14 successful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPhKUJCGGGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7RR0Oq-6-CM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPhKUJCGGGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7RR0Oq-6-CM/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258034274837600354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Waking up at 4AM is definitively not my thing, the pathetic loud sound of my cell phone woke me up instantly... I was warm in my duvet, the 2 meters I needed to reach the bathroom was like entering the Arctic North Pole...&lt;br /&gt;...9AM: London Heathrow airport:&lt;br /&gt; I successfully finished my 14 flights of the year from Dublin to London. It is sunny outside, and the temperature is ok. I m waiting in the lounge for my coming 15th flight of ...11h30 hours yes.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I even slept in this plane, unbelievable, usually i m grumpy cz unable to sleep but today i m fine. So far, nothing wrong, am I lucky? I hope so. The security check in went pretty smoothly which is weird for USA, I thought they will be asking questions and stuff. I hope my suitcase will routed to LA and not South Africa, but for safety reason I put my swimsuit in my small luggage with me :) I don t mind not having clothes as long as I have my swimsuit :)&lt;br /&gt;Ok time to go now :) catch ya later People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: I really don t like that snobbish british accent grrrr and people says French are arrogant, man are they listnening to the British accent!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-5913029691861140852?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/5913029691861140852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=5913029691861140852' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5913029691861140852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/5913029691861140852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/flight-n14-successful.html' title='Flight n14 successful'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPhKUJCGGGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/7RR0Oq-6-CM/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-2299609545667424700</id><published>2008-10-15T18:38:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:45:57.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>The Misc Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all, let me introduce to a French group of music, from down South of France, it s fun, it s sun, it smells 'Pastis', there is the accent from south of france, been a long time I haven t heard it, so happy I found it on Deezer, click &lt;a href="http://www.deezer.com/#music/result/all/massilia%20sound%20system"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get the full play list or listen to this one "Dimanche aux Goudes", The group name is  'Massilia sound System' (Massilia means Marseille a city from south of france ) it made me happy today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 220px; height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=191162&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x555552&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=191162&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x525252&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Discover &lt;a href="http://www.deezer.com/en/massilia-sound-system.html"&gt;Massilia Sound System&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I stole a tag on &lt;a href="http://catawampusme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Winnie s blog&lt;/a&gt;, who stole it from somebody else :) which is a series of statements, put a + in front of the statement if it s true and a - if if it s not for u :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Smoked a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; : &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well yes, my first it was a menthol lucky strike in the hallway of my friend s building, was 15!!! I coughed so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... and then I smoke 12 years!&lt;br /&gt;- Done some form of dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Crashed a friend's car:&lt;/span&gt; well I crashed my dad's car: 1000 euros (67 000rs) of repair, I know, he was not that happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;- Stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been in love :&lt;/span&gt; Once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been dumped: &lt;/span&gt;yep, couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Shoplifted: &lt;/span&gt;yes but for my defense It was not me, in England, some girls stole some accessories and one put it on my bag, the security stop a couple of girls, i had time to run before... almost shit on my pants, so scared!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Been fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been in a fist fight : &lt;/span&gt;he he, I was not a nice kid :) plus i don t like when people are mean with me, i never start a fight, but i always won :)&lt;br /&gt;- Sneaked out of your parent's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back : &lt;/span&gt;:( yep, couple of times, it hurt really badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Gone on a blind date:&lt;/span&gt; he he, it was more the speed dating type of thing, had lots of fun that night:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZlw3CuoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eu8y83g6h34/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZlw3CuoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eu8y83g6h34/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488120307432066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Lied to a friend : &lt;/span&gt;sometimes, there is some stuff really hard to say, better not to say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Skipped school : &lt;/span&gt;yep, specially high school, nobody cared, and i was pretty good at imitating my parents signatures :)&lt;br /&gt;- Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Had a crush on one of your internet friends: &lt;/span&gt;yes, still have some crush, but it is just crush :)&lt;br /&gt;- Been to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been to Mexico: &lt;/span&gt;well not yet, but soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been on a plane:&lt;/span&gt; already 15 times this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Eaten sushi:&lt;/span&gt; we have free sushi at work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZaVN7xD6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/mPTQ7c1eFbg/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZaVN7xD6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/mPTQ7c1eFbg/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488935565725602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been skiing-snow: &lt;/span&gt;yep, started when I was 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Met someone from the internet : &lt;/span&gt;yes one, but i m planning to meet more when i m coming to India :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been at a concert : &lt;/span&gt;yes, was 14 for the first one, with my mum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Taken painkillers:&lt;/span&gt; i m a migraine person, i m addicted to pain killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Love someone or miss someone right now :&lt;/span&gt;: miss my family and friends&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Cheated while playing a game:&lt;/span&gt; it s because of my mum, she s a big cheater at cards game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been lonely: &lt;/span&gt;remember i m living in Ireland... Alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Fallen asleep at work/school : &lt;/span&gt;oh yes, at university, during lab, i was sleeping underneath the table while the teacher was not there, we had a pretty alcoholic party the day before, my friend was knocking me with his feet when the teacher coming so i could pretend that i was looking for my earings underneath the table :)&lt;br /&gt;- Used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Watched the sun set : &lt;/span&gt;yep, on a sunny place in the Carribean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZmSxVZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/3pe8PhMPQnY/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZmSxVZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbc/3pe8PhMPQnY/s320/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488129410295650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Watched someone sleep :&lt;/span&gt; my ex, he did not like when i was doing it, cause it made him wake up for an unknown reason :)&lt;br /&gt;- Felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Slept beneath the stars :&lt;/span&gt; when I was going camping, or some parties with friends, if we drank too much we were sleeping on the grass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been tickled :&lt;/span&gt; and i hate that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been robbed : &lt;/span&gt;in my parents house, i was the first who came home and found the door opened :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been misunderstood: &lt;/span&gt;jeeeez many times, sometimes we even do speak the same language, call me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZm5OyKwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jdEIdg1oXQ8/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZm5OyKwI/AAAAAAAAAbk/jdEIdg1oXQ8/s320/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257488139734362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Won a contest :&lt;/span&gt; best fussball player, and best team spirit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Run a red light/stop sign: &lt;/span&gt;well sometimes, it s orange so by the time u cross it s red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been in a car crash:&lt;/span&gt; twice but minor ones&lt;br /&gt;- Been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;- Had braces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Felt like an outcast/third person&lt;/span&gt;: yes many time!&lt;br /&gt;- Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Liked the way you looked : &lt;/span&gt;well not physically much but i like my style though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Witnessed a crime:&lt;/span&gt; yes, group of guys stole my friend scooter in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been obsessed with post-it notes: &lt;/span&gt;my desk is covered by post it&lt;br /&gt;- Squished mud through your bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been lost : &lt;/span&gt;yep, many times but still i have a good sense of orientation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been on the opposite side of the country:&lt;/span&gt; story of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Swam in the ocean: &lt;/span&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Felt like dying Cried yourself to sleep :&lt;/span&gt; it happened, i look like shit the next morning&lt;br /&gt;- Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Recently colored with crayons : &lt;/span&gt;yeah when u go to a restaurant where they have that on table for kids i m usually doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Sang karaoke: &lt;/span&gt;yes and i m pretty bad at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Paid for a meal with only coins :&lt;/span&gt;it was more thing we call the shameless tip, when i was in usa and we did not have much money someone was staying to give the pennys as tips :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Done something you told yourself you wouldn't :&lt;/span&gt; oh yes but it is censured here&lt;br /&gt;- Made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose:&lt;/span&gt; yep, and it s not tasty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Danced in the rain : &lt;/span&gt;but not in Ireland&lt;br /&gt;- A letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+  Wrote a poem: &lt;/span&gt;a tiny one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Gone roller skating:&lt;/span&gt; still have them, still doing it when the weather is ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Jumped off a bridge:&lt;/span&gt; yes and fall on the water&lt;br /&gt;- Ate dog/cat food: hell no&lt;br /&gt;- Told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Kissed a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Sang in the shower :&lt;/span&gt; oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZatrvKxdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1PY-lO4LIQk/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZatrvKxdI/AAAAAAAAAb0/1PY-lO4LIQk/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257489355882808786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Had a dream that you married someone : &lt;/span&gt;and he is gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;- Glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Kissed a photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Climbed a water tower&lt;br /&gt;- Picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Climbed a tree &lt;/span&gt;: yes many times&lt;br /&gt;- Had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been too scared to watch a scary movie alone : &lt;/span&gt; oh yeah quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Have more than 30 pairs of shoes :&lt;/span&gt; i m a girl comon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Been pushed into a pool/hot tub with all your clothes on:&lt;/span&gt; it was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Told you're hot by a complete stranger:&lt;/span&gt; and it feels great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Broken a bone:&lt;/span&gt; couple of them&lt;br /&gt;- Caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Laughed so hard you cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Forgotten some one's name : &lt;/span&gt;yes and I felt stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Talk to yourself when no one's around :&lt;/span&gt; quite a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;+ Hate someone you once loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love someone you once hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m not tagging anybody since I stole it, but i wish some of u can do it, i had some fun doing it :)&lt;br /&gt;Now to finish my post, I was hanging out on &lt;a href="http://textualoffender.blogspot.com/"&gt;Che's blog&lt;/a&gt;, he had on his blog a kind of blog rating, so I decided to do the same and what a shocking result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZcZeNvVtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4GMmi96NteQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZcZeNvVtI/AAAAAAAAAb8/4GMmi96NteQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257491207678809810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don t even remembered using the word 'porn' 5 times !!! So apparently u need to be at least 17 to see my blog!!! cause i m using too much bad words. So while looking at my rating, i found some other cool stuff and apps that i m putting on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;First of all: I love my Mac, and now since I checked out the Apple Store i am so tempted to buy the new macbook pro!! so lovely!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/bumper_heart_mbpro.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'erm erm' excuse me, but u had just enter the awesomeness territory :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/bumper_awesomeness.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be aware and behave properly otherwise my friends will do some kick ass damages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/bumper_panda_bears.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as u can see I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;78%&lt;/span&gt; addicted to blogging!!! What's ur score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/blog_addiction" style="color: #D64B32; text-decoration: none; display: block; width: 286px; height: 128px; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 17px; background: url(http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/blog_addiction.jpg) no-repeat; font-family: Times New Roman, sans-serif; font-size: 30px;"&gt;78%&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;How Addicted to Blogging Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by OnePlusYou - &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com"&gt;Free Dating Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to finish, my favorite one, it s funny that I found it couple of days before I leave to Mexico!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ;" src="http://www.oneplusyou.com/q/img/bb_badges/bumper_mojitos.jpg" alt="OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.oneplusyou.com/"&gt;OnePlusYou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for me to close that post, I was hoping to do a 2nd edition of Meet... with Rainboy but he has not replied yet to me :( so maybe before i leave to Mexico, otherwise, u ll see probably some kind of zombie post on friday or saturday due to time zoning :) after me having roughly 16 hours of flight/taxi/train/taxi/bus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;While i m working on my tan, waiting from Isaac (from the Love Boat) to bring me Mojitos u People have fun!&lt;br /&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/8751213038625842326-2299609545667424700?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/2299609545667424700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=2299609545667424700' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2299609545667424700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/2299609545667424700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/misc-post.html' title='The Misc Post'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPZZlw3CuoI/AAAAAAAAAbU/eu8y83g6h34/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-3958308480828966199</id><published>2008-10-12T21:03:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:20:17.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mmj'/><title type='text'>Monday Morning Jokes 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div onmouseout="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px !important; height:13px !important; overflow:hidden !important; color:gray !important; background-color:white !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:0.3 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onmouseover="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px 1px 3px 1px !important; color:black !important; background-color:lightyellow !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:1.0 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onclick="javascript:document.body.removeChild(document.getElementById('sdtwe8562f_s5'))" id="sdtwe8562f_s5" style="padding: 1px ! 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I know it s not monday morning anymore but i m beeezy as a bee today, did not have time to do it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So It will be short and sweet :) By the way it will be my last MMJ till november since i ll be busy drinking Mojitos and working on my tan i won t have time for the MMJ, don t cry People I know it gives u some fun on a grumpy monday BUT MMJ will be back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sex Therapy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Florida couple, both well into their 80s, go to a sex therapist's office.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asks, "What can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?"&lt;br /&gt;The doctor raises both eyebrows, but he is so amazed that such an elderly couple is asking for sexual advice that he agrees.&lt;br /&gt;When the couple finishes, the doctor says, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse." He thanks them for coming, he wishes them good luck, he charges them $50 and he says goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;The next week, however, the couple returns and asks the sex therapist to watch again. The sex therapist is a bit puzzled, but agrees.&lt;br /&gt;This happens several weeks in a row. The couple makes an appointment, has intercourse with no problems, pays the doctor, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 5 or 6 weeks of this routine, the doctor says, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Just what are you trying to find out?"&lt;br /&gt;The old man says, "We're not trying to find out anything. She's married and we can't go to her house. I'm married and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $98. The Hilton charges $139. We do it here for $50, and I get $43 back from Medicare...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPJeJK_Y-zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hl0h31hzT_M/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPJeJK_Y-zI/AAAAAAAAAa8/hl0h31hzT_M/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256367226756856626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When I say Chuck u say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A farmer had 3 beautiful daughters who were getting ready to go out on dates. The first beau came to the door and said, ''''I''m Eddie, I''m here to pick up Betty. We''re going for spaghetti, is she ready?''''&lt;br /&gt;"No," the farmer said.&lt;br /&gt;The second beau came to the door and said, ''''I''m Joe, I''m here to pick up Flo to take her to the show. Is she ready to go?''''&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;The third beau came to the door and said to the farmer. ''''Hello, my name is Chuck.''''&lt;br /&gt;The farmer shot Chuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Monday Morning Video: The Birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sg39dHNQkUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sg39dHNQkUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday&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/8751213038625842326-3958308480828966199?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/3958308480828966199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=3958308480828966199' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3958308480828966199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/3958308480828966199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-morning-jokes-4.html' title='Monday Morning Jokes 4'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPJeKej0ztI/AAAAAAAAAbE/K8wwrKjYjTE/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-6018868868023977342</id><published>2008-10-12T02:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:23:22.810+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoying thing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The annoying thingy (s)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div onmouseout="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px !important; height:13px !important; overflow:hidden !important; color:gray !important; background-color:white !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:0.3 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onmouseover="javascript:setAttribute('style', 'padding:1px 1px 3px 1px !important; color:black !important; background-color:lightyellow !important; font-size:11px !important; font-family:arial, Tahoma, Verdana, sans-serif !important; text-align:left !important; -moz-opacity:1.0 !important; z-index:999999999 !important; position:absolute !important; top:0 !important; ')" onclick="javascript:document.body.removeChild(document.getElementById('sdtwe8562f_s5'))" id="sdtwe8562f_s5" style="padding: 1px ! important; overflow: hidden ! important; height: 13px ! important; color: gray ! important; background-color: white ! important; font-size: 11px ! important; font-family: verdana ! important; text-align: left ! important; opacity: 0.3 ! important; z-index: 999999999 ! important; position: absolute ! important; top: 0pt ! important;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold ! important; cursor: default ! important;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: black; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;amp;postID=6018868868023977342"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: yeah this time I put the PS first, cause for those who already read it I add n5 to my list of annoying thingy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am generally not a lucky person... yeah yeah stop screaming at my face...some people would say 'WTF, u re going on a free cruise to Mexico and u re not lucky??? are u freakin kiddin me?' True, BUT, on a day to day basis I don t consider myself as very lucky person. There is always that tiny little annoying thingy that i am usually aware of it that can pissed me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjPQVqZZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7vGOQE62tk4/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjPQVqZZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7vGOQE62tk4/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256091353853093266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Annoying thingy n1: the dummy drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene takes place in the shower, turn on the shower, jump in it, grab the shower gel, put some in my hand...[I don t have a bath only a shower tub or whatever u call it] I decided today that i won t wash my hair, so to avoid wetting my hair and put the shower gel on the floor, I drop it....BIM... the mother f!@#% shower gel will automatically fall on my toes. The worst thing is by the time i drop it, I know right away that my drop was not enough far from toes but i m not fast enough to move my foot...so I wait 3 seconds till it drops... it s unbeliavable how 3 seconds can be so long in a way but at the same time so fast that my brain can not coordinate my foot to get out of here. And even though I m not specially tall, but a drop of a 500ml shower gel on ur damn foot is f@#$% painful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjP4XD1eI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2Q-9ZPrxfwM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjP4XD1eI/AAAAAAAAAaY/2Q-9ZPrxfwM/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256091364596372962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Annoying thingy n2: the inconvenient fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I m walking in the street, listening music, I am either looking around, see how people are dressed, what s going on around, or according to the music i m listening, I m day dreaming about me and an handsome guy making out on a yatch in the Carribean or something else but it always takes place in warm climate. So usually I don t look at the ground, there is nothing interesting to it anyway. But for an unknown reason, EVERY TIME there is a hole, or a bump or whatever that does not make the road flat u can sure no matter what, that at least one of my foot will go that way... which most of the time make me either fall on floor.... yes... my most acrobatic fall in the middle of the most popular place in my city where hundreds of people are passing by, in the middle of the afternoon.... my foot slipped, i fell on my back  then with the  impulse I did a sport roll backward to finish facing the ground... frankly i was so ashamed to stand up i could not move... so people were starting to get worried and came to my rescue... but most of the time i m laughing about it... i have to do it... usually i m laughing about it the next 5 min, so not only people have seen me falling like a dinosaur on the ground but they also saw a crazy woman laughing alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjQNphSsI/AAAAAAAAAag/4nJ0shgbQgo/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjQNphSsI/AAAAAAAAAag/4nJ0shgbQgo/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256091370310945474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Annoying thingy n3: The double/triple checking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven t figure it out why I am doing it, but I can t stop myself. I m leaving home to go to work, take my keys, go out, close the door , do something at the same time, go down the stairs and leave. I walk 3 meters and then I stop ' Did i lock the door?' [If u close my door like that u can t open it unless u have the key but when I leave I usually double locked the door]. That question.... grrrr... I know at 99.9% that I double locked that damn door, I know it...1min of frustration thinking 'oh what the heck i leave it like that'' walking 2 meters then ALWAYS i m coming back to check if I locked the doors and as usuall 100% I double locked the door! I m talkin about the door cause it happened this morning but it could also ' did i turn of the oven or the shower boiler or my iron, did i?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjQQhAZGI/AAAAAAAAAao/3OAOGgAKNDs/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjQQhAZGI/AAAAAAAAAao/3OAOGgAKNDs/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256091371080541282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Annoying thingy n4: The deadly corner or the evil door handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh my favorite one... 6 years ago I was living in a a 'kitchen-bathroom-bedrom-livingroom ' flat. My microwaves died tragically due to the humidity of my luxurious flat so I used it as a mini bar, the top for drinking parties and the inside to put the appetizers for the parties. It was in the middle of my room in front my couch-bed.&lt;br /&gt;3AM, need to go to the bathroom, can t find the light, who cares i only have 2 meters to walk. Get up, walk 5 seconds... BAM... the f#$%^ sharp corner of the microwaves hit my knee... this is usually followed by a series of french words that u don t wanna learn while doing a ridiculous dance at the same time still haven t figure it out y.&lt;br /&gt;Same thing for the Evil door handle: u re late, u re running everywhere, looking for the keys, then u rush through the door and out of nowhere u can feel urself going backward like somebody grabbed u and tried to push u back, or u can hear the annoying sound the one that usually followed by a giant hole in ur shirt! Y does ur jacket/shirt slip on the door handle, specially when u re late... u re getting even more late, if u have to change ur damn shirt bought at the cheap store grrrrrr. Maybe it s a sign, it s the door who s talking to u ' Hello Fashion Crime, hell no u re not going to work with that shirt!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Annoying thingy n5:  The awkward moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally in this situation u feel very very very lonely. Situation: me driving with a friend of mine. Stop at a light. People are crossing the street in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; OMG look at that guy, WTF is he wearing, what is it, did we travel in past, are we back in the 70? He does not have enough to get some clothes? Or maybe i mum is doing his shopping? (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;[silent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Friend:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm that s my cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;...well u know it s not that bad... I mean [ now u re getting even more stupid trying to justify urself] everybody has his onw style right [u feel very lonely and umconfortable]&lt;br /&gt;Very difficult moment, it s not painful physically but it put u in a situation even more difficult to get out of here, u can t put like a creme on ur paingul pinky toe who got hit by a corner, or buy a new shirt...no. When u say 'hey how is ur dummy dogggeee' and the person replied with a tear in her eye ' he died yesterday' ....awkward moment...[very lonely]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about severals other tiny annoying thingy that can drive me crazy sometimes but i dont want u to fall in sleep... so please tell  me i m not the only one, i m sure u all have ur tiny annoying thingy that can pissed u off sometimes, so please share them with me so i will feel less lonely :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It is 4AM in the morning, stooopid drunk people are singing in the street while playing drums with potentially my entry door grrrr! Anyway, just to let u know that i m gonna be busy like a bee next week since I have to do my 5 days work on 4 days since i m leaving friday early morning. I will try to do my Monday Morning Jokes but I can t guarantee it :) I guess my MMJ will be on holiday with me :) but dont get mad at me if i don t comment on all of ur posts :) I ll be busy tasting the quality of the fabrication of Mojitos :) (see even have to work during holidays!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;U take care while i m gone :) I ll be back soon :) Have a great Sunday!&lt;/span&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/8751213038625842326-6018868868023977342?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/6018868868023977342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=6018868868023977342' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6018868868023977342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/6018868868023977342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/annoying-thingy-s.html' title='The annoying thingy (s)...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SPFjPQVqZZI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/7vGOQE62tk4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-4212754277501491574</id><published>2008-10-10T19:38:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:49:52.197+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>Addicted to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-5k1qDIAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/AC-8LHmYbKA/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-5k1qDIAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/AC-8LHmYbKA/s320/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255623332694532098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here here, an other tagged by &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt;. So I am supposed to tell about 5 of my addictions :)  and then pass on the tag to five other people, don t forget to link the person who tagged u. So I have been thinking a lot about my addictions if we call that so....&lt;br /&gt;So, as u ve seen in the previous post, I am a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. Cow addicted: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time 10 years ago I developed a craving for cows, not any cows, no, mostly the black and white cows! U re probably wondering why? well I still haven t  figure it out y... maybe once i ve seen an accessory in fake cow fur and I fell in love  with it. Some people love cat, or giraffe or frog me it s cow.&lt;br /&gt;So as usual, dunno if it s the same in other countries, but usually when u are a fan of something and ur family and friends know about it... well every time they re going somewhere, or when i come to visit them, or for my bday, Xmas any occasion I always have a 'cow' type of gifts. Among a huge amount of cow stuff I have :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- a cow-lamp: yep yep that s right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2H7yk1EI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o2UMBqdGGNU/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2H7yk1EI/AAAAAAAAAYc/o2UMBqdGGNU/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619537589818434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4 pairs of cow sleepers&lt;/span&gt;... yes... including one in the office, i m usually hanging out in the office... 3rd floor with my fluffy cows sleepers. Obviously since they look like mini cows I gave them name, my first pair the oldest one are named Eugenie and Marguerite, then I have Pamela and Samentha the young one, as for the one in the office they don t really have name yet, these are my professionnal sleepers I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2JeplLlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/hw-x_RDsojY/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2JeplLlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/hw-x_RDsojY/s320/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619564127202898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- Pyjamas cows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Penneys (ship store in Dublin) i have dozen of cow pyjamas black and white, red and back, pink and black, cow underwears [yes I know, remember I am single, I am allowed to wear whatever undewear I want since i m the only one looking at it], cow pairs of socks... a lot, thanks to my mum who everytime she sent me something by the post she never forgot to send me cow type stuff like socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2J0u7CKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/56O9vUTPFX0/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2J0u7CKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/56O9vUTPFX0/s320/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619570055186594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- a customized cow-mac laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- cow pillow&lt;/span&gt; called Squezzy yes I also gave her a name, since she shares my nights :), sheets and cow covers, yes my bed is covered with a giant cow ...a very friendly one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2IQ5XLXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TUBfWp2T70w/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-2IQ5XLXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TUBfWp2T70w/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255619543255428466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- kitchen accessories&lt;/span&gt;: indeed, I m dreaming of a big white fridge with big black spots on it. When I was a student, in my kitchen I had glasses, tea cups, spoons, towels etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- bathroom accessories&lt;/span&gt;: toilet paper cow support, towel support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- other types of accessories:&lt;/span&gt; I must that my cow wallet with her head and tail is very very popular, couple of cow bags, pens...even one of my friend painted me cows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-8rf2yYpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vl-K3WO8ny8/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-8rf2yYpI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Vl-K3WO8ny8/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255626745636348562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- office accessories: &lt;/span&gt;as u can see on my desk, i m full of cows everywhere!  I also have cow magnets. What can I say... some people including my mum thought with me getting older it will pass by...still... I m still addicted to cows! This is my biggest addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jQo0VCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3iXJuaR4v0o/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jQo0VCI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3iXJuaR4v0o/s320/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255622206065759266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But let s face it, my favorite real cow is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The Belted&lt;/span&gt; one, she s coming from Galway in Ireland or from a small city in Scotland, I looooooove it so much... here is the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jJ-f56I/AAAAAAAAAZk/HPNmUn3qH-g/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jJ-f56I/AAAAAAAAAZk/HPNmUn3qH-g/s320/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255622204277647266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So move on to the second addiction...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jI39OFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hniml1LVgoM/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-4jI39OFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hniml1LVgoM/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255622203981772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2.Photography:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made a post about it earlier... u can find it &lt;a href="http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-generation-to-generation.html"&gt;HERE,&lt;/a&gt; it started with my Grandma who transmitted the passion to my dad... then my dad who used to work in a photography shop... then I started with my first fake plastic disposable kind of camera :) then I bought my first minolta still with film... but due to a faulty plastic boat or driving manipulation, my camera took an unfortunate bath in a river in south of  France which ended up tagically her life...then I bought my very first crappy HP digital camera... followed by my Kodak bridge, with my Olympus and then last year my baby Nikon. U can find my pics on my &lt;a href="http://cecileire.smugmug.com/"&gt;Smugmug&lt;/a&gt;... including the coming pics of Mexico :D I love to take portraits... in colours or B&amp;amp;W,  pictures of animals, or original ones, taking pictures of something unusual :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to my next addiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zOFhDII/AAAAAAAAAZE/q25KoNu8YnA/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zOFhDII/AAAAAAAAAZE/q25KoNu8YnA/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621380747103362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Media: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a big fan of media in general which includes according to my definition a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- cinema&lt;/span&gt;, i have my cinema card... the reason is i don t have tv here, and due to the ugly weather i spend lot of time in cinema, before that, I was not allowed to watch tv during weekday until I was 2o i guess... yes, simply because my sneaky brother 4 years younger than me was not allowed to watch tv so to be fair...anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- DVD,&lt;/span&gt; i have a huge collection of DVDs, yes I do watch some movies on streaming (bad bad me) but I also like to have the actual DVD and since well I haven t been an english speaker my entire life... i love to watch movies i watched in french ... in english now, because it s different, sometimes the humor is even different :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- cd/music&lt;/span&gt;, i love music, listening a lot to music, from gospel, to r and b, to soft rock, jazz.... and the list can go on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- internet&lt;/span&gt;, well i m working for an internet company so obviously I spend 8 hours on it daily, plus the others several hours i spend blogging, reading, chatting, watching youtube, facebooking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- phone&lt;/span&gt;, i can talk talk talk as much as i can write and write and write about my silly addictions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3yeoXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sMBxrST6-ss/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3yeoXQ6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/sMBxrST6-ss/s320/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621368008360866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4: Entourage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can t live without friends and family, u see y it has been so easy for me to deal with myself being single, it s because i always been surrounded by my family, even though my family is quite small, they do make lots of noise, we are from south of france, we are noisy, and also my friends, I ve always been the funny friend, the one u bring to have THE ambiance in a party, the bad effect of it, well me single ... :) but hey, i don t regret it, cause i had lots of fun at that time. Now it s a bit different since i don t have much friends around here in Dublin, i try to find some occupations to keep me busy to handle that crazy rain but it s hard sometimes, that why i m blogging like crazy!!!  i love to read other blogs, comments, replied.... I have friends from every part of this world and thanks Gus ( replaced God by Gus) I have Internet to keep contact with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;hmmm have been thinking a lot about my 5th addiction, it s pretty hard to think about something.... it s not really an addiction more an habit: there is 3 things i have to do each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zT0UnpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nVcbVBwvrDw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zT0UnpI/AAAAAAAAAZU/nVcbVBwvrDw/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621382285598354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- use a cotton buds for my ears&lt;/span&gt;, if i don t have cotton buds i m crazy, i m uncomfortable, i m getting grumpy and usually right before i arrive at the office i m going to the pharmacy to buy costly cotton buds, then during the weekend i m going to the weird shop perpendicular to Henry street (the shopping street) to buy 400 cotton buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- brush my teeth the evening,&lt;/span&gt; i know i also brush my teeth in the morning, but i CAN T go to bed WITHOUT washing them, and even if i am completely waisted and go to bed, turn off the light, i will groan, turn on the light, and go to wash my teeth, or even if i m really tired, falling in sleep on my keyboard i will still find the strengh to wash my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;- wash at least 7 times my hands daily&lt;/span&gt;, the least. When i wake up, during the morning, after lunch, during afternoon, before dinner, after diner, when going to sleep, that does not include the time when i m going to the bathroom, or when i m taking the public transportations: I hate to touch the security rod that people use to avoid fall ing every time the stupid bus driver brakes like hell like he s gonna run over a raccoon. Well u never know some people well they haven t wash their hands as much as me... this one of the reasons why i never eat the peanuts on a bar, the one for free laying down on the counter... it s because some dudes who are going to the bathroom kind of forget to wash their hands after holding their 'u-know-what-i-m-talking-about' . I m not a freak i simply have to wash my hands, I feel in a better mood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have just done my 5 addictions I just realized that I missed my biggest ADDICTION, OMG, what was I thinking, for the sake of biggest addiction here the addiction n 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zeDb6zI/AAAAAAAAAZM/q3u9O977LCU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-3zeDb6zI/AAAAAAAAAZM/q3u9O977LCU/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255621385033345842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6.FOOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i forget this one, I was born as a food lover, my religion is '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism"&gt;Epicureanism&lt;/a&gt;', I am, I did not like soup when I was a baby, i was less than one year old when my mum rushed to see the doctor wondering if it was normal that I was eating 'lettuce' at 10 months, i just had 2 teeth by that time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At 3 years old, in a restaurant the waiter took the order and looked at me "and for the little girl it will be a burger and fries' I looked at him and replied 'no I would like a duck breast please' the waiter almost got a stroke! I was raised with Epicurean what could i do! Food and wine and pastis are 'ma joie de vivre!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to finish that loooooong tag, I have to tag 5 person and I will tag 6 cause i had 6 addictions :D... though it is not mandatory if u are too busy but i would love to see u doing it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keshi.&lt;/a&gt;.. my girl cause i m curious to know about her addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hemu&lt;/a&gt;... my sweet pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsfromashish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashish&lt;/a&gt;... cause i haven t post for a long time ... and i wish he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smellofearthafterrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rainboy&lt;/a&gt;... need to know what s on his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://memoirsofria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ria&lt;/a&gt;... cz i m curious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themoled.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zubin&lt;/a&gt;...time to reveal ur addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Have a greeaaat weekend ahead People :D&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/8751213038625842326-4212754277501491574?l=teline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/feeds/4212754277501491574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8751213038625842326&amp;postID=4212754277501491574' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4212754277501491574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8751213038625842326/posts/default/4212754277501491574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teline.blogspot.com/2008/10/addicted-to.html' title='Addicted to...'/><author><name>Cess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07986676345757097287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SWParCm_UWI/AAAAAAAAAvM/GARiGnwdSko/S220/cow_glasses.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO-5k1qDIAI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/AC-8LHmYbKA/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8751213038625842326.post-1465100018809185923</id><published>2008-10-09T23:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:38:42.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>...is it...did u hear Maracas!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6TQ8J1OTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wsZ5eGVGvdo/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6TQ8J1OTI/AAAAAAAAAW0/wsZ5eGVGvdo/s200/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255299734422501682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;7 days ... including 5 working days by that time I ll be in San Diego :) Next friday, I ll be flying really early in the morning from Dublin to London... London to Los Angeles... then I will take the train from Los Angeles to San Diego. Will spent the Friday night there to leave on Saturday for Mexico... on ship.  Do u remember the TV show call the Love Boat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_wFEB4Oxlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_wFEB4Oxlo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, then i ll make a remake of that show during a week :) I will get a cocktail with the Waiter Isaak :) I will wear my best dress for my diner with the Captain :) and I will wear my Goddess costume for the Halloween Party on the ship :) pictures will follow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Am I looking forward to it?&lt;/span&gt; My god u have no idea how bad I wanna be there already! For those who don t know I m living in the greenest country, there is a reason for that, it s because it s raining... a lot...roughly 320 days a year :( And for the past 2 years I did not get any 'summer', I am as white as an aspirin.... my skin is dying for some sun, she has never look as sad as she is right now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VEBlMhTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ic8uG3cFFfM/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VEBlMhTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ic8uG3cFFfM/s320/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255301711564408114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don t have much of creativity today... it has been a very lazy week... so hard to work when u can only think about holidays... sun and Mojitos!&lt;br /&gt;So I m just gonna do the PhotoFunia that is going around and around in the blogosphere!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Andy made me do it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VDTS8P7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ZbmZ_nM6pPA/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VDTS8P7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ZbmZ_nM6pPA/s320/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255301699139813298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The Model was too dull... need some back up for the decoration to pimp the photo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VD5CS8II/AAAAAAAAAXM/6pg5PQooMkI/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VD5CS8II/AAAAAAAAAXM/6pg5PQooMkI/s320/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255301709270544514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The Eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VEdhgXpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ccLmQX7b-j0/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6VEdhgXpI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ccLmQX7b-j0/s320/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255301719065124498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Reflection of the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YYThFLcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4DGKpjU_CDM/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YYThFLcI/AAAAAAAAAXs/4DGKpjU_CDM/s320/Picture+19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255305358511254978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;4 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YY4y5CiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6JUbBMChmA0/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YY4y5CiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6JUbBMChmA0/s320/Picture+20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255305368518068770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;A sunday night waiting for the bus ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YZbsL0LI/AAAAAAAAAX8/P7N__dUPiI4/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6YZbsL0LI/AAAAAAAAAX8/P7N__dUPiI4/s320/Picture+21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255305377885180082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Guess who s a Star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6ZSMO8foI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dV_TGsoee7w/s1600-h/Picture+22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yakvtwez84Y/SO6ZSMO8foI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dV_TGsoee7w/s320/Picture+22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255306352988552834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thanks &lt;a href="http://smellofearthafterrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frenchy Cuty aka Rainboy aka Vicky&lt;/a&gt; for all the awards he gave... thanks u so much, I know I know i m not supposed to say thanks but it s my blog so.... i can say it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I d like to thanks &lt;a href="http://hemanthpotluri.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-call.html"&gt;my sweet pie Hemu&lt;/a&gt; for the lovely poem he made and the 'cow' pic cz he knows i m a big fan of cows :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogs
