<?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-297496405308293063</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:49:49.274-08:00</updated><category term='chilli'/><category term='laser'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='fruit'/><category term='america&apos;s got talent'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='voiceless'/><category term='funny'/><category term='smart'/><category term='fbi'/><category term='soil'/><category term='garden'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='easter'/><category term='big cow'/><category term='sassy'/><category term='stare contest'/><category term='smile'/><category term='real'/><category term='japanese'/><category term='barkless dog'/><category term='lydia'/><category term='egg'/><category term='sue'/><category term='hiccup'/><category term='munchkin'/><category term='melon'/><category term='beetlejuice'/><category term='square'/><category term='couple'/><category term='31 ways'/><category term='contest'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='ageing'/><category term='watermelon'/><category term='personal'/><category term='old'/><category term='britney spears'/><category term='potato'/><category term='spank'/><category term='ibeatyou'/><category term='how to know you are getting old'/><category term='tim burton'/><category term='britain got talent 2008'/><category term='first'/><category term='dog'/><category term='dig'/><category term='blog'/><category term='girlfriend'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='lie'/><category term='kevjumba'/><category term='sexual harassment'/><category term='way to make a girl smile'/><category term='Derrick Barry'/><category term='jessica alba'/><category term='fake'/><category term='baby'/><category term='involuntary spasm'/><category term='save space'/><category term='charlie green'/><category term='joke'/><category term='impersonator'/><category term='monster cat'/><category term='hic'/><category term='remedy'/><category term='corporate logo'/><category term='character'/><category term='cat'/><category term='love'/><category term='fat'/><category term='playboy philippines local magazine'/><title type='text'>Tsiken Pride</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-5724094798598514215</id><published>2011-05-04T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T07:27:28.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange &amp; Fascinating Facts</title><content type='html'>Did You Know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time were Fred and Wilma Flinstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Everyday more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The state with the highest percentage of people who walk to work:&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The percentage of Africa that is wilderness: 28% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now get this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) The percentage of North America that is wilderness: 38%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) The cost of raising a medium-size dog to the age of eleven: $6,400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) The world's youngest parents were 8 and 9 and lived in China in 1910.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The youngest pope was 11 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Those San Francisco Cable cars are the only mobile National Monuments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king from history: Spades - King David, Hearts - Charlemagne, Clubs-Alexander the Great, Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. &lt;br /&gt;If the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle.&lt;br /&gt;If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Only two people signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th, John Hancock and Charles Thomson. Most of the rest signed on August 2, but the last signature wasn't added until 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) "I am." is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Hershey's Kisses are called that because the machine that makes them looks like it's kissing the conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) No NFL team which plays its home games in a domed stadium has ever won a Super bowl. &lt;br /&gt;Numerous people wrote to correct this - The St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;Rams did it in 2000! (And again in 2002?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) The only two days of the year in which there are no professional sports games (MLB, NBA, NHL, or NFL) are the day before and the day after the Major League&lt;br /&gt;Baseball All-star Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) How about this.... The nursery rhyme "Ring around the Rosy"&lt;br /&gt;is a rhyme about the plague. Infected people with the plague would get red circular sores ("Ring around the rosy..."), these sores would smell very bad, so common&lt;br /&gt;folks would put flowers on their bodies somewhere inconspicuously so that they would cover the smell of the sores ("...a pocket full of posies..."). People&lt;br /&gt;who died from the plague would be burned so as to reduce the possible spread of the disease ("...ashes, ashes, we all fall down!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes when you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the phrase goodnight, sleep tight".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all&lt;br /&gt;the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month or what we know today as the "honeymoon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them mind their own pints&lt;br /&gt;and quarts and settle down. It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a fill, they used the whistle&lt;br /&gt;to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby,&lt;br /&gt;they got consent of the King, the King gave them a placard that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.*.*.*.&lt;br /&gt;(Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. Now you&lt;br /&gt;know where that came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) In Scotland, a new game was invented. It was entitled Gentlemen Only Ladies Forbidden ... and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What occurs more often in December than any other month?&lt;br /&gt;A. Conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What separates "60 Minutes," on CBS from every other TV show?&lt;br /&gt;A. No theme song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Half of all Americans live within 50 miles of what?&lt;br /&gt;A. Their birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Most boat owners name their boats. What is the most popular boat name requested?&lt;br /&gt;A. Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do bulletproof vests, fire escapes, windshieldwipers, and laser printers all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A. All invented by WOMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?&lt;br /&gt;A. Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;This list was featured in the Vol 39, 1-28-02&lt;br /&gt;e-letter. Many wrote to correct #21 regarding the&lt;br /&gt;Rams.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Point # 28, the following is what one&lt;br /&gt;StrangeCosmos e-letter member wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your "Fascinating Things to Ponder" items&lt;br /&gt;presented the origin of the word F _ _ _ as&lt;br /&gt;"Fornications Under Consent of the King".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the practice arose in Puritanical times that&lt;br /&gt;an unmarried woman caught in the act of having sex&lt;br /&gt;with a man who could be married or unmarried was put&lt;br /&gt;in the stocks on public view for as much as week with&lt;br /&gt;only water to drink, no food nor breaks for toilet&lt;br /&gt;use. She became a disgusting sight after only a half a&lt;br /&gt;day or so. The plaquard place around her neck to&lt;br /&gt;describe her crime read; " For Unlawful Carnel&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge ". Which was reduced to the initials of our&lt;br /&gt;familiar term today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The practice replaced the Hebrew mandate that she be&lt;br /&gt;stoned to death, and was a consession allowing her&lt;br /&gt;punishment without directly ascribing to the laws of&lt;br /&gt;the Jews who were considered the murderers of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for the woman. Nothing is ever said about the&lt;br /&gt;guy she was caught with however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- sent by a friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-5724094798598514215?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/5724094798598514215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=5724094798598514215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/5724094798598514215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/5724094798598514215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2011/05/strange-fascinating-facts.html' title='Strange &amp; Fascinating Facts'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-1334402252998352556</id><published>2010-01-31T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:08:18.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Medley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="258"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R12QVtuB0_Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"width="425" height="258"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Michael Jackson fans out there... check this out. Vocals by Sam Tsui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-1334402252998352556?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/1334402252998352556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=1334402252998352556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/1334402252998352556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/1334402252998352556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2010/01/michael-jackson-medley.html' title='Michael Jackson Medley'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-7818972010972710558</id><published>2009-10-23T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:18:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>61 things on my cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4W4KrTggWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A4W4KrTggWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this really cute. I just can't help myself from smiling. I enjoyed listening to the Kitty Song too :D * sigh* I miss my cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-7818972010972710558?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/7818972010972710558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=7818972010972710558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7818972010972710558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7818972010972710558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2009/10/61-things-on-my-cat.html' title='61 things on my cat'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-2032521123625400053</id><published>2009-09-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:27:53.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsiken Tsiken</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing lately? See &lt;a href="http://www.tsiken.com/"&gt;http://www.tsiken.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-2032521123625400053?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/2032521123625400053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=2032521123625400053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2032521123625400053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2032521123625400053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2009/09/tsiken-tsiken.html' title='Tsiken Tsiken'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-2063498922438545009</id><published>2008-08-12T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:36:11.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fbi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Potatoes</title><content type='html'>An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his potato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son Fred, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fred,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over I know you would dig the plot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later he received a letter from his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden! That's where I buried the BODIES!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4am the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Fred&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-2063498922438545009?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/2063498922438545009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=2063498922438545009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2063498922438545009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2063498922438545009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/08/potatoes.html' title='Potatoes'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-2643838154413301220</id><published>2008-06-19T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:00:30.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america&apos;s got talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impersonator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Derrick Barry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britney spears'/><title type='text'>It's Britney, b****!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKyCakDuQFQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKyCakDuQFQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Derrick Barry, Britney Spears Impersonator who joined in America's Got Talent and shocked the judges. He looks just like her. Just don't let him speak...lip sync maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See more of him in youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9dpkm_NEhU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9dpkm_NEhU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-2643838154413301220?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/2643838154413301220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=2643838154413301220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2643838154413301220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2643838154413301220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-britney-b.html' title='It&apos;s Britney, b****!'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-4115613713138353269</id><published>2008-06-03T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:50:21.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ageing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to know you are getting old'/><title type='text'>You know you are Old when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/old_virgin.jpg" alt="old" height="500" width="337" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can live without sex but not without your glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You quit trying to hold in your stomach, no matter who walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You enjoy watching the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The phone rings and you hope its not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your idea of weight lifting is standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You have too much room in the house and not enough room in the medicine cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You really do want a new washing machine for your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You've owned clothes so long that they've come back into style --TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You consider coffee one of the most important things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/old_spiderman.jpg" alt="spiderman old" height="500" width="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Cannot remember what you did 30 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You answer a question with, "Because I said so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. You don't like to drive after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You say the words, "Turn that music down!" too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You know all the warning signs of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Your top three favorite pastimes involve sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Everything hurts, and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You are often asked to give a personal account of the story of creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. You wake up with that morning-after feeling, and you didn't do anything the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The pharmacist has become your new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-4115613713138353269?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/4115613713138353269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=4115613713138353269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/4115613713138353269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/4115613713138353269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-you-are-old-when.html' title='You know you are Old when...'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-3006368788468846814</id><published>2008-05-31T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:49:05.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='31 ways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way to make a girl smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>31 Ways To Make A Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1. Don't hug her friends or your friends that are girls cause she'll feel left out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;2. Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;3. Hug her from behind.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;4. Leave her voice messages to wake up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;5. Wrestle with her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;6. Don't go hang out with you ex when shes not with you, you might not realize how badly it hurts her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;7. If you're talking to another girl, when you're done talking, walk over and hug her and kiss her.... let her know she's yours and they aren't.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;8. Write her notes or call her just to say "hi"..and not just at night after you've already been out with other girls.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;10. Play with her hair.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;11. Pick her up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;12. Get upset if another guy touches her and she doesn't like it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;13. Make her laugh, if you can make her laugh, you can make her do anything.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;15. If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;16. If you care about her, then tell her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;17. Every guy should give their girl 3 things: a stuffed animal(she'll hug it every time she goes to sleep), jewelry (she'll treasure it forever), and one of his t-shirts (she'll most likely wear it to bed).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;18. Treat her the same around your friends as you do when you're alone.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;20. Hang out with her on weekends&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;21. Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;22. Kiss her just for the heck of it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;23. If your listening to music, let her listen too.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;24. Remember her birthday and get her something, even if it's simple and inexpensive, it came from YOU. it means all the world to HER. it's the thought that counts.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;25. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it, even if you don't (it'll make her happy).&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;26. Always call her when you say you will, it may not seem like it, but it does hurt her and makes her think you don't care so call even if you can only talk for a minute. Girls don't necessarily have to have hour-long conversations every night but its nice for us to hear your voice even for a quick hello.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;27. Give her what she wants.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;28. Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;29. Tell her shes beautiful, she needs to know her striving is working.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;30. Hang out with her whenever you are free and u should be free to hang with your girl friend all the time.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;31. If u care about her...SHOW her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow...I wonder what can make a guy smile...hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-3006368788468846814?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/3006368788468846814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=3006368788468846814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/3006368788468846814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/3006368788468846814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/31-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='31 Ways To Make A Girl Smile'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-2234576303561444895</id><published>2008-05-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:51:54.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/spank.gif" alt="spank baby" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-2234576303561444895?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/2234576303561444895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=2234576303561444895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2234576303561444895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2234576303561444895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-talk.html' title='Baby Talk'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-8309752423664736463</id><published>2008-05-26T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:07:02.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='square'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watermelon'/><title type='text'>Square Watermelons</title><content type='html'>A round watermelon can take up a lot of room in a refrigerator and the usually round fruit  often sits awkwardly on refrigerator shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See pictures below on how smart Japanese farmers have forced their watermelons to grow into a square shape. This is by inserting the melons into square, tempered glass cases while the fruit is&lt;br /&gt;still growing on the vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple yet effective....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/watermelon1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/watermelonw2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/watermelon3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-8309752423664736463?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/8309752423664736463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=8309752423664736463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8309752423664736463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8309752423664736463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/square-watermelons.html' title='Square Watermelons'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-8394682836406317472</id><published>2008-05-20T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:37:29.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Hoax That Led to Suicide</title><content type='html'>Here's an exclusive interview with a 19year-old girl, Ashley Grills, in "Good Morning America" admitting her part on a scheme that led a 13-year-old Megan Meier to commit suicide last October 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grills created a fake account on MySpace, used a picture of a good looking boy and started an online romance with Meier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grills insisted, though, that she was not the only adult involved in the cruel hoax, which eventually led the emotionally vulnerable Meier to commit suicide in October 2006, after her spurious online boyfriend and others began making nasty comments about her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/story?id=4560582&amp;amp;page=1" target="_blank"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-8394682836406317472?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/8394682836406317472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=8394682836406317472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8394682836406317472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8394682836406317472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/web-hoax-that-led-to-suicide.html' title='Web Hoax That Led to Suicide'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-7583447575483018270</id><published>2008-05-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:22:59.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chilli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big cow'/><title type='text'>Holy COW!</title><content type='html'>Meet Chilli, a black and white Friesian bullock that's 6ft 7inches tall. Hoax? Nope, it's the real thing! Couldn't believe it at first either.  See here to find out more about &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/technology/technology.html?in_article_id=565909&amp;amp;in_page_id=1965" target="_blank"&gt;Chilli&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/bigcow.jpg" alt="cow" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-7583447575483018270?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/7583447575483018270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=7583447575483018270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7583447575483018270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7583447575483018270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/holy-cow.html' title='Holy COW!'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-6965058391088548731</id><published>2008-05-16T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T13:52:02.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ibeatyou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica alba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevjumba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stare contest'/><title type='text'>Stare Contest</title><content type='html'>Here's Jessica Alba's entry for the ibeatyou stare competition challenged by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CguCyEX51Gc"&gt;Kevjumba&lt;/a&gt; in youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmzcKXsllWs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zmzcKXsllWs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I definitely cannot win on this. Not my game. My eyes hurts... but it was fun staring at Jessica Alba and Kevjumba. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-6965058391088548731?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/6965058391088548731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=6965058391088548731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6965058391088548731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6965058391088548731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/05/stare-contest.html' title='Stare Contest'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-4416626553847163848</id><published>2008-04-30T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:30:38.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britain got talent 2008'/><title type='text'>Britain’s Got Talent 2008: Charlie Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="415"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gX5F27DfsM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gX5F27DfsM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a round of applause for the half Pinoy-half British 10 year old boy Charlie Green, who sang his way to the next round of Britain's Got Talent. A star in the making indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-4416626553847163848?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/4416626553847163848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=4416626553847163848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/4416626553847163848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/4416626553847163848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/britains-got-talent-2008-charlie-green.html' title='Britain’s Got Talent 2008: Charlie Green'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-6795084550211102812</id><published>2008-04-21T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:23:05.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tim burton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beetlejuice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lydia'/><title type='text'>Which of Tim Burton's Kooky Characters Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/full_947342946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lydia (Beetleljuice) &lt;/span&gt;Lydia is strange and dark, with a creative mind. Even though she's weird, she's still very kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=81863" target="_blank"&gt;Take this quiz now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, who did you get? I was hoping to get Sally, the ragdoll in Nightmare Before Christmas. Oh well, I still would love to meet a Jack Skellington here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More quiz on: http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-6795084550211102812?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/6795084550211102812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=6795084550211102812' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6795084550211102812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6795084550211102812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/which-of-tim-burtons-kooky-characters.html' title='Which of Tim Burton&apos;s Kooky Characters Are You?'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-6809970435312812019</id><published>2008-04-17T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:47:30.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='involuntary spasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiccup'/><title type='text'>Hiccups</title><content type='html'>Hic! Hic!... Ever wonder where that noise comes from? Blame it to your diaphragm. A sudden rush of air onto the lungs -like swallowing an air while eating- can irritate you diaphragm and can cause hiccups.  An involuntary spasm you might say. Typically it last for few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a home remedy that will help remove a hiccup.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="mediaPlayerContainer" flashvars="id=03KqeOEbyC4RcHiEJW06IW97ti&amp;amp;partnerId=3&amp;amp;pwidth=404&amp;amp;pheight=352" scale="noscale" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="window" menu="false" loop="false" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" style="" name="mediaPlayerContainer" src="http://www.ehow.com/flash/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="TL" height="352" width="404"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some simple ways to get rid of it too:&lt;br /&gt;a. Hold your breath as long as you can and then exhale slowly. Slow, deep breathing may also solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;b.       Plug fingers in your both ears. Ask someone to help you to drink the water... Make sure that you don't remove fingers from both ears.      Your hiccups will be cured in 5-10 minutes or even lesser time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If the attack persist for an hour or more,consult a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-6809970435312812019?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/6809970435312812019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=6809970435312812019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6809970435312812019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6809970435312812019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/hiccups.html' title='Hiccups'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-7632192249230087628</id><published>2008-04-16T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:05:50.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='munchkin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sassy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>Munchkin: The Monster Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/munchkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/munchkin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped?? That's what I thought at first... Cat's real name is Sassy.&lt;br /&gt;This huge cat is real and here's what the owner has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sassy was born in Virginia, and moved to Canada in 1991 with me. He was a kitten then and after we had him fixed he started getting fat. I never thought anything of it cause he slept so much. His visits to the Blair Animal Hospital did not find any problems with him and could not figure out why he was so fat. He was on diet food for about 8 years. In 1999 he was noted as being 15.9 kilos. in 2001 he was listed as 40 pounds and then lost 8 when he died. He did not eat an excess amount of food and did not eat table scraps. A bite or two of chicken or tuna was his favorite. I miss him very much and often find his picture posted on various web sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/weblog/permalink/munchkin_identified/" target="_blank"&gt;www.museumofhoaxes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-7632192249230087628?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/7632192249230087628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=7632192249230087628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7632192249230087628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/7632192249230087628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/munchkin-monster-cat.html' title='Munchkin: The Monster Cat'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-6620299957277035692</id><published>2008-04-07T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:04:15.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barkless dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voiceless'/><title type='text'>Voiceless  Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/basenj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/basenj1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Want to have a dog but can't stand the noisy barks? How about a barkless dog? Yep, they do exist. They are called Basenji or sometimes called Barkless or Congo Dog. Although Basenjis do not bark, they can mimic sounds, and they are able to mimic barks if raised among barking dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basenjis are ancient breed of hound dog native to central Africa. They are small, short-haired dogs with erect ears and a tightly curled tail. They are very intelligent and responds well to training. Another good thing about them is that they groom theirselves well...just like a cat. So a little grooming is needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not sure if I want a voiceless dog, I dunno, but it sure is 'ideal' for people who lives in a condo or an apartment to avoid neighbors from complaining about the dog's noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-6620299957277035692?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/6620299957277035692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=6620299957277035692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6620299957277035692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/6620299957277035692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/voiceless-dog.html' title='Voiceless  Dog'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-2239034019240325551</id><published>2008-04-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T06:30:07.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Liar</title><content type='html'>Completely out of the blue, he asked her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Did you ever love me?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked into his eyes then her face turned pale. She was speechless for few moments then she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Yes, somehow.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and was pleased with what he heard from her. All the while, he thought she had never had feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to take back what she just told him, She didn’t mean it and now, she started to feel perturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every passing moment, he couldn’t help smiling. Yet the pang of uneasiness grew greater&lt;br /&gt;That she wanted to leave the situation immediately. She would even want to stab herself in remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would do everything he could to win her back. It seemed like she cast a spell and he easily fell for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he only knew, she was such a beautiful liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the things she does in the heat of the moment, It can cost him a lifetime of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But in many days to come can bring him nothing but distress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-2239034019240325551?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/2239034019240325551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=2239034019240325551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2239034019240325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/2239034019240325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/04/beautiful-liar.html' title='A Beautiful Liar'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-3492421331620553794</id><published>2008-03-27T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:48:11.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate logo'/><title type='text'>Spot The Fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/dole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/dole.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell which logo are real and fake? Take this quiz to check your logo expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 14 out of 20 questions correct. BEAT THAT! Nyahaha. Sigh, I wasn't familiar with all the logos but I did do my best. Wink. Wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://money.aol.com/special/corporate-logos-quiz" target="_blank"&gt; http://money.aol.com/special/corporate-logos-quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, how did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-3492421331620553794?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/3492421331620553794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=3492421331620553794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/3492421331620553794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/3492421331620553794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/03/spot-fake.html' title='Spot The Fake'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-5198931371642336458</id><published>2008-03-26T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:12:10.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playboy philippines local magazine'/><title type='text'>Playboy Philippines Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee187/t_tsiken/bunny.jpg" alt="bunny" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Playboy will have it's local edition here in the Philippines. Excited are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playboy Magazine Philippine Edition is scheduled to launched on April 2 at Sofitel Hotel in Pasay City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your horses, the Playboy's editor-in-chief says that there will be no nudity involve but is a lifestyle magazine for mature, successful men and women. The magazine will be adjusted to the local culture and sensibilities and that is different from FHM or Maxim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's interesting. I've always thought that Playboy features photographs of nude women. And that cute little bunny is like giving you a heads up that you will see those naked woman. Well to those people who's not a fan of pornography, this mag is for you. Try the conservative bunny. It will surprise your friends when you say you read Playboy.  lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-5198931371642336458?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/5198931371642336458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=5198931371642336458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/5198931371642336458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/5198931371642336458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/03/playboy-philippines-magazine.html' title='Playboy Philippines Magazine'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-713007349034170887</id><published>2008-03-23T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:35:27.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>These egg shells were carved using a high precision laser beam. Cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/egg1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/egg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/egg4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-713007349034170887?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/713007349034170887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=713007349034170887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/713007349034170887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/713007349034170887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-8204395525024421048</id><published>2008-03-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:52:35.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>The Success of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/marriage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn14/man0ok1/marriage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once upon a time a married couple celebrated their 25th marriage anniversary. They&lt;br /&gt;had become famous in the city for not having a single conflict in their period of 25&lt;br /&gt;years. Local newspaper editors had gathered at the occasion to find out the secret&lt;br /&gt;of their well known 'happy going marriage'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: 'Sir. It's amazingly unbelievable. How did you make this possible?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband recalling his old honeymoon days said: 'We had been to Shimla for honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;after marriage. Having selected the horse riding finally, we both started the ride&lt;br /&gt;on different horses. My horse was pretty okay but the horse on which my wife was&lt;br /&gt;riding seemed to be a crazy one. On the way ahead, that horse jumped suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;making my wife topple over. Recovering her position from the ground, she patted&lt;br /&gt;the horse's  back and said 'This is your first time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again climbed the horse and continued with the ride. After a while, it happened&lt;br /&gt;again. This time she again kept calm and said 'This is your second time' and&lt;br /&gt;continued. When the horse dropped her third time, she silently took out the revolver&lt;br /&gt;from the purse and shot the horse dead!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at my wife: 'What did you do you psycho. You killed the poor animal.&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy?' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave a silent look and said: 'This is your first time!!!'.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband:'That's it. We are happy ever after. ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**image used is from sxc.hu by clshearin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/297496405308293063-8204395525024421048?l=tsiken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/feeds/8204395525024421048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=297496405308293063&amp;postID=8204395525024421048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8204395525024421048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/297496405308293063/posts/default/8204395525024421048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tsiken.blogspot.com/2008/03/success-of-marriage.html' title='The Success of Marriage'/><author><name>tsiken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08126679610571707402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297496405308293063.post-6369407625816528830</id><published>2008-03-20T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:24:29.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>My First</title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first post. Ah... 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