<?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-57860100176101756</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:59:32.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Du Vrangr Gata</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-1638759354050134172</id><published>2009-06-07T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:42:09.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Men Change after Married? True? &gt;&lt;"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Love Word&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: I looo-ve you, I love you, I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: Of course, I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: GOD, if I didn't love you, then why did I marry you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back from Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: Honey, I'm home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: I'm BACK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: Have you cooked yet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone Ringing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: Here, it's for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE DAM*T!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: DUMPLING AGAIN?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Dress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: You bought a new dress again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: I like this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: I'm going to watch PIRATES play, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, I want you tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 months: Lets make another baby, my mother just called!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After 6 years: Please MOVE over to your side, I'm suffocating here!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57860100176101756-1638759354050134172?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/1638759354050134172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-men-change-after-married-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/1638759354050134172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/1638759354050134172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-men-change-after-married-true.html' title='How Men Change after Married? True? &gt;&lt;&quot;'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-3863034510087474285</id><published>2009-04-25T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T01:24:38.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;See if you can figure out what these words have in common. &lt;br /&gt;1 Banana&lt;br /&gt;2 Dresser&lt;br /&gt;3 Grammar&lt;br /&gt;4 Potato&lt;br /&gt;5 Revive&lt;br /&gt;6 Uneven&lt;br /&gt;7 Assess&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;Are you peeking or have you already given up?&lt;br /&gt;Give it another try .  Look at each word carefully.&lt;br /&gt;(You'll kick yourself when you discover the answer.)&lt;br /&gt;This Is Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  No, it is not that they all have at least 2 double letters.   (Thought I had the answer, but I did not go far enough.)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;In alltake the fir of the words listed, if you st letter, place it at the end of the word, and then spell the word backwards, it will be the same word.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did you figure it out?  Just send it to more people and stump them; then, you'll feel better, too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57860100176101756-3863034510087474285?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/3863034510087474285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-teaser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3863034510087474285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3863034510087474285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/brain-teaser.html' title='Brain Teaser'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-6122525519728152240</id><published>2009-04-11T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:55:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOKE IN THE INDONESIAN BM VERSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Di suatu sekolah sang guru bahasa Inggris sangat antusias sekali untuk mengajarkan bahasa kepada anak didiknya secara cepat dan dapat dihapal dengan cepat dan cermat . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Bu guru : " Siapa diantara kalian yang dapat menjawab pertanyaan ibu akan mendapat bonus nilai tanpa mengikuti ulangan. " ( maka anak-anak meriuh mendengar opsi yang diajukan tersebut )&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak semuanya serempak menjawab : " SAYA BU . . . . . "&lt;br /&gt;Bu Guru : (pertanyaan pertama ); " Apa bahasa Inggrisnya udara ? "&lt;br /&gt;Si Marcus menjawab : " "AIR " Bu . . . ! ! ! ! "&lt;br /&gt;Anak yang lain pun berceloteh : " Saya pun bisa Buuuuu . . "&lt;br /&gt;Dengan penuh bijak dan keibuan guru tersebut mengajukan pertanyaan lagi :&lt;br /&gt;Bu Guru : " Apa bahasa Inggrisnya UANG anak-anak . . . . ? "&lt;br /&gt;Anak-anak menjawab Serentak : " Money "&lt;br /&gt;" Ok . . ok bagus. " jawab Bu Guru.&lt;br /&gt;Bu guru : " Sekarang apa bahasa Inggrisnya "DAN" ? "&lt;br /&gt;Bambang menjawab : " "AND" atuh bu . . . . " Sembari nyengir.&lt;br /&gt;" Bagus . . . . . bagus. " Bu guru menyelangi.&lt;br /&gt;Bu Guru : " Kalo bahasa Inggrisnya "MOBIL . . . . ? " "&lt;br /&gt;Si Nisa menjawab : " "Car" Buuuuuuuuuu . . . . uh gampang banget . . "&lt;br /&gt;" Nah kalo semua kata-kata tadi di gabungkan menjadi apa . . ? " tanya Bu Guru.&lt;br /&gt;Bndan langsung menyambar pertanyaan tersebut; kalo digabung maka menjadi : " AIR MANI ENCER . . . . . " dengan logat Bataknya.&lt;br /&gt;Semua tertawaaaaaaaaaa . . . a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57860100176101756-6122525519728152240?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/6122525519728152240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/joke-in-indonesian-bm-version.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/6122525519728152240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/6122525519728152240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/joke-in-indonesian-bm-version.html' title='JOKE IN THE INDONESIAN BM VERSION'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-1124818905069359173</id><published>2009-04-11T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:30:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 QUESTIONS ABOUT GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;A young man who went overseas to study for quite a long time.  When he returned, he asked his parents to find him a religious scholar or any expert who could answer his 3 Questions.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, his parents were able to find a scholar.&lt;br /&gt;Young man: Who are you? Can you answer my questions?&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: I am one of God willing, I will be able to answer your questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Young man: Are you sure? A lot of Professors and experts were not able to answer my questions.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: I will try my best, with the help of God ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Young Man: I have 3 questions: 1. Does God exist? If so, show me His shape.  2. What is fate? 3. If Devil was created from the fire, why at the end he will be thrown to hell that is also created from fire.  It certainly will not hurt him at all, since Devil and the hell were created from fire.  Did God not think of it this far?Suddenly, the Scholar slapped the young man's face very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Young Man(feeling pain): Why do you get angry at me?&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: I am not angry.  The slap is my answer to your three questions.&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Of course, I felt the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: So do you believe that pain exists?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: Show me the shape of the pain!&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: I cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: That is my first answer.  All of us feel God's existence without being able to see His shape... Last night, did you dream that you will be slapped by me?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: No.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: Did you ever think that you will get a slap from me, today?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: No.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: That is fate my second answer...... My hand that I used to slap you, what is it created from?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: It is created from flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: How about your face, what is it created from?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: Flesh.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: How do you feel after I slapped you?&lt;br /&gt;Young Man: In pain.&lt;br /&gt;Scholar: That's it... this is my third answer.  Even though Devil and also the hell were created from the fire, if God wants, God willing , the hell will become a very painful place for devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57860100176101756-1124818905069359173?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/1124818905069359173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-questions-about-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/1124818905069359173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/1124818905069359173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-questions-about-god.html' title='3 QUESTIONS ABOUT GOD'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-3288252656604417774</id><published>2009-04-11T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:02:08.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW THE FIGHT STARTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside. The woman, sort of bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man "Holy Cow, that must be my husband!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;So the guy quickly jumped out of the bed, scared and naked he jumped out the window like a crazy man. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and then started to run as fast as he could to his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, "I AM your husband!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The woman yelled back, "Yeah, then why were you running?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And that folks...... is how the fight started....&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/57860100176101756-3288252656604417774?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/3288252656604417774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-fight-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3288252656604417774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3288252656604417774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-fight-started.html' title='HOW THE FIGHT STARTED'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-5922648021267335313</id><published>2009-04-11T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T04:03:28.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX IN THE DARK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;There was this couple that had been married for 20 years. Every time they made love the husband always insisted on shutting off the light. Well, after 20 years the wife felt this was ridiculous. She figured she would break him out of this crazy habit. So one night, while they were in the middle of a wild, screaming, romantic session, she turned on the lights. She looked down... and saw her husband was holding a battery-operated pleasure device.. a vibrator! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Soft, wonderful and larger than a real one. She went completely ballistic. "You impotent bastard," She screamed at him, "How could you be lying to me all of these years? You better explain yourself !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The husband looks her straight in the eyes and says calmly: "I'll explain the toy ..... you explain the kids."&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/57860100176101756-5922648021267335313?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/5922648021267335313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/5922648021267335313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/5922648021267335313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-in-dark.html' title='SEX IN THE DARK'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-9101460004171193815</id><published>2009-04-11T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:57:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIPSTICK PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old girls had begun to use lipstick and would put it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every night the maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls would put them back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Finally the principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the maintenance man who had to clean the mirrors every night ( you can just imagine the yawns from the little princesses ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;To demonstrate how difficult it was to clean the mirrors, she asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was required. He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;There are teachers.... and then there are educators.&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/57860100176101756-9101460004171193815?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/9101460004171193815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/according-to-news-report-certain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/9101460004171193815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/9101460004171193815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/according-to-news-report-certain.html' title='THE LIPSTICK PROBLEM'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-3745487047599684985</id><published>2009-04-11T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:50:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SELFLESS REAL LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?' 'Promise'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.' 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It was time for me to call the shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Our promise must be kept.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own... Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love...&lt;/strong&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/57860100176101756-3745487047599684985?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/3745487047599684985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wife-called-how-long-will-you-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3745487047599684985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/3745487047599684985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-wife-called-how-long-will-you-be.html' title='SELFLESS REAL LOVE'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57860100176101756.post-7136198556894012336</id><published>2009-04-11T02:37:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:39:19.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About ME =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Borned in a pool of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in the year 1993, June the 9th - a Babe is borned! The name is Khai Hoong. Black hair, a pair of eyes and ears, 1 nose, and features normal boys have... Currently a student in Methodist Boys' Secondary School Kuala Lumpur. Love reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323141038273928402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-YkjOfHNI/AAAAAAAAABA/zpWwXP1x8qo/s320/PICT0004.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can You Keep a Secret by Sophie Kinsella ( one of the best love story that is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;18pl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;coz of some XXX parts )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-Zr7z0xVI/AAAAAAAAABI/KRY7P7m5wrA/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323142264643700050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-Zr7z0xVI/AAAAAAAAABI/KRY7P7m5wrA/s320/PICT0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something I could never afford to lose esp. during my sleeptime ( my dearest 60cm bolster &gt;&lt;" ) ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Would love to play these games but knew I would never have the chance to =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323144798115016818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-b_ZudMHI/AAAAAAAAABg/Db_1Zj4GHfI/s320/re4logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323143521439940546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-a1FvZf8I/AAAAAAAAABY/LNfHRKkAv-Q/s320/resident-evil-5-logo3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes I am wild although most of the times I look moody...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what would life had been if I had not strived so hard in my form 1 examinations. Perhaps I would be like the other teens out there, playing video games, visiting cinemas maybe once a week or even hanging out with girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57860100176101756-7136198556894012336?l=darkcaduceus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/feeds/7136198556894012336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/7136198556894012336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57860100176101756/posts/default/7136198556894012336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkcaduceus.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-about-me.html' title='All About ME =)'/><author><name>Du Vrang Gata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17165939890514551015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sdn3Umz-Q2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/y47oKuZWBqQ/S220/Death_Angel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4_wPYQBoarY/Sd-YkjOfHNI/AAAAAAAAABA/zpWwXP1x8qo/s72-c/PICT0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
