<?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-31233422</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:33:54.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>peeps-moi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31233422.post-7883230676891348056</id><published>2007-09-18T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:17:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I'm going to reveal the qualities of the worst species of woman, the Feminus Obnoxium , otherwise known as "the bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bitch is pure evil. She cares for no one but herself. She gladly tramples her way through every situation, not caring about who she hurts along the way, just about getting what she wants. To make matters worse, even when her demands are met, she's never satisfied with anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you're in the hands of such a beast, you may already suspect it. But here's the definitive list that might prove it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She is self-centered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; To a bitch, the only person in the world of any importance is herself. Others are merely warm bodies who get in the way of her selfish pursuits. She is the only person affected by a tragedy. The only feelings worth considering are hers. A bitch is so obsessed with herself that she would rather get a manicure than visit your father in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; No one should have to tolerate this kind of superiority complex -- especially a good man, who tends to be the preferred victim of the bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She criticizes everything about you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Shaming is a common tactic women use to control their men. The bitch takes this to the extreme. By making you feel inadequate in every domain, she hopes to make you lose your self-confidence, then rely on her to do things "right." Nothing is good enough for her, and you are the only one, aside from her bitch friends, who actually listens. So she nags about everything you say and do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She's cold-hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A bitch is typically amoral, adhering minimally to the ethical codes of society while transgressing those that are inconvenient to her. She dismisses civility for her own gains. She's manipulative and scheming, always looking for underhanded ways of taking advantage of people or even hurting them. And as proof that she lacks a woman's gentle soul, she never cries or shows soft emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She expects to be treated like a queen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A bitch is usually a spoiled brat who simply refuses to grow up. She was pampered and adored as a child, and typically given anything she asked for. As an adult, she still thinks she is entitled to everything. She consistently expects car rides, gifts and attention from you. She makes constant demands of people, and never listens to their requests. There is no fixing such a person; it's programmed into her. Only by being denied several times will she begin to get a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She slights you in bed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; You want to know just how heartless such a woman can be? Not only does she not appreciate all the effort you put into pleasing her sexually, she also has the gall to ridicule you. But she'll pick the oddest times to do so, such as during an unrelated argument or just randomly in passing. This could be a cruel comment about your size, stamina or technique. More grating still is the fact that she would go crazy if you were to reciprocate the slur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If she treats people like trash, bosses you around and embarrasses you in public, you know what you have to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She treats people like trash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; As someone who believes luxury treatment is owed to her, a bitch has no respect for those who do things for her. She's rude to people who work in the service industry, such as waiters and clerks, seeing them not as human beings, but as robots who exist solely to serve her. She talks at them -- not to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She has no compassion for people in need, such as the poor or the sick. "It's their own fault," she'll tell herself and others. More sickening still, she's mean to children, as they are a nuisance and can't do anything for her. And since her existence dwells on envy, she constantly badmouths other women over trivial things, such as their earrings or the way they speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She never pays&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; As she thinks that it is the duty of others to provide for her, the bitch is a tightwad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. On dates she always selects expensive restaurants and orders the priciest dish and drink, but never offers to pay. She won't pitch in for gas on trips or for food at a get-together. She buys crappy gifts for others, when she can be bothered, usually expecting you to pay for them. And if you mention any of these things, she'll accuse you of being cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She bosses you around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A bitch's massive superiority complex makes her think people are born to be her servants, especially her boyfriend. As someone who spends a lot of his time with her, she uses you to do all the menial tasks that she doesn't want to. Sometimes she'll even boss you around for the power trip -- just because she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She embarrasses you in public&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A bitch cares nothing about the feelings of others, not even those of the hapless sap she may be dating. In fact, she uses her man as a punching bag. Sometimes she even berates him in front of his friends, or even hers. She does this either as a power trip, to show others she can, or simply to beat a man's self-worth down to her own level -- after all, misery loves company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Number 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;She flirts with other men&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; This is the most intolerable trait of a bitch, which many men sadly tolerate. She'l&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;l tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.askmen.com/dating/doclove_100/121_relationship_expert.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and allure other men right in front of you, never once considering how you may feel about it. There are no bounds to her search for attention and admiration. And to top it off, she'll wheedle whatever feelings of jealousy she can from you by comparing you to other men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ditch the bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a strange phenomenon of life. So many good men somehow end up with the cold, abusive woman I just described. They may think they can help her (No you can't, don't even try... it's better to get your ass off her before she bites), or even more tragically, they may believe they can't do any better. But no man should have to put up with someone who treats him like a pest. If your woman has any of the fore-mentioned traits, it may be time to seek out a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; who is worth your while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(taken from http://www.askmen.com/dating/dating_top_ten_60/86b_dating_list.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now is the real deal, I've met with that kinda woman before. Just an advice, run while you can brothers, and be careful, they're smart at hiding those, but sometimes they don't realize and reveal those symptoms. Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-7883230676891348056?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/7883230676891348056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=7883230676891348056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/7883230676891348056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/7883230676891348056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-im-going-to-reveal-qualities-of.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115848425453022270</id><published>2006-09-17T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:21:04.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What 'brotherhood' means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, this post is in indonesian, i'll translate it later after a few english courses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for now, get your own translator or dictionary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this from a bulletin in friendster.com posted by a close friend of mine, a brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terdapat artikel di salah satu surat kabar atau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; majalah, terasa lucu dan menarik artikel ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isinya sebagai berikut :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suatu malam, seorang wanita tidak pulang ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; rumahnya. Keesokan harinya, dia memberitahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suaminya, kalau dia menginap di rumah teman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanitanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suaminya menelepon 10 orang teman istrinya yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;paling akrab, dan hasilnya tidak ada seorangpun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yang mengetahui akan hal ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebaliknya, suatu malam seorang pria tidak pulang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ke rumahnya. Keesokan harinya, dia memberitahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;istrinya, kalau dia menginap di rumah teman prianya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Istrinya menelepon 10 orang teman suaminya yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; paling akrab, dan hasilnya :&lt;br /&gt;8 orang diantaranya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; memastikan kalau suaminya menginap di rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mereka, dan 2 orang lainnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bahkan mengatakan bahwa suaminya MASIH berada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; rumah mereka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terasa menarik, seorang suami yang membaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; artikel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ini segera memanggil istrinya untuk membaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; artikel ini, tidak disangka istrinya malah ingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mencoba apakah memang benar seperti yang ditulis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; di artikel ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suaminya menasehatinya supaya JANGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; MENCOBA, tapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tidak berguna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Istrinya mengangkat telepon dan menghubungi satu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; persatu teman akrab suaminya, menanyakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; apakah suaminya bersama mereka. Dan hasilnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tentu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; saja... Apa yang ditulis dalam artikel ternyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; berlaku di seluruh pelosok dunia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang parahnya, ada salah satu teman suaminya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; malah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mengatakan suaminya mabuk dan sampai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sekarang masih tidur di dalam rumahnya. Dan malah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; bertanya kepada istrinya apakah perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; membangunkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suaminya untuk mendengar telepon? Istrinya kaget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dan tidak mau membuat malu teman suaminya dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; berkata sudahlah "gak apa apa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Begitu istrinya menutup telepon, handphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; suaminya langsung berdering. Begitu suaminya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; menjawab telepon, teman suaminya berkata :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dimana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kamu? Cepat pulang ke rumah! Istrimu mencari cari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kamu dari tadi, saya bilang kamu mabuk di rumah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; saya. Oh ya! jangan lupa minum sedikit bir sebelum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pulang!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. 10 out of 10 laki-laki mempunyai Instink dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Persaudaraan (brotherhood) yang lebih Tajam dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Kuat dibandingkan dgn wanita karena mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; langsung menjawab dgn memberikan Alibi untuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mendukung temannya dari kemungkinan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; kemungkinan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; yang tidak mengenakkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. 1 out of 10 Laki-laki dengan berani dan spontan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Pasang Badan" beyond "Call of Duty" dgn menjawab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sedang tidur di rumahnya , dan langsung mengabari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; temannya via Telp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep up brotherhood bro!!! keep it alive!!!&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/31233422-115848425453022270?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115848425453022270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115848425453022270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115848425453022270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115848425453022270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-brotherhood-means.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115674709979789854</id><published>2006-08-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:38:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A test... we got A+ !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/1600/Aplus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 447px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/400/Aplus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BRAVO! what a good answer! &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/31233422-115674709979789854?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115674709979789854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115674709979789854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115674709979789854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115674709979789854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/08/test.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115650663966070349</id><published>2006-08-25T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:50:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A FAKE IS A FAKE, AND WILL NEVER BE PERFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have another former girlfriend, she was a bitch then she became a nicer bitch then again she revolved into a psycho bitch and also a fake. i've seen how she dresses, where she lives, i've even slept in her room and observed it. i know which class she belongs to, yet she still thinks that she's a star. she tries to be someone she's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;recently she told me that she lowered her standard when we were still together, then a thought crossed my mind, if she lowered her standard, then where it went to? what kind of level of quality? the lowest? she was already at the bottom of the level (pathetic).&lt;br /&gt;and she told me she doesn't like to wait outside clubs just to get into it (she prefers to walk on red carpet, who does she think she is). she thinks that queing is for low-class people. I made her wait all the time, coz i never booked a table but most of the time me and my friends bought bottles, so i queued in line. but now she has guy friends who always have at least a table in clubs. well, It's easy for girls to get into clubs, just join with the guys with table inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; she said she can get drunk effortlessly (means get drunk and touched by guys) and also be seen by ppl who are queuing, so when she's walking inside she can showcase and display her rooftop flat ass to those ppl.&lt;br /&gt;I know who she is, and she also knows who am i, yet she's still tryin to fool me by telling 'i lowered my standard when i was with you', who is she trying to kid here. her standard was already lower than me, and yet she lowered it again till it hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;have some pride girl, i know life is unfair, and don't think you can change it, you're just a tiny part of life, it's just your luck that you are as pathetic as now. your time will come, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this because my blog has been empty for quite a while, and you deserve this. and i wrote jokes in my previous posts, but this one i don't write any, coz you're the joke you FAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/31233422-115650663966070349?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115650663966070349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115650663966070349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115650663966070349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115650663966070349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/08/fake-is-fake-and-will-never-be-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31233422.post-115433932280060197</id><published>2006-07-31T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:48:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;once i had a nice and expensive t-shirt, but my ex girlfriend decided not to like it and forced me to demolish it (in all way possible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; well i couldn't do it, so i gave it to my friend. what's wrong with the tee? nothing's wrong with the tee, but sure there was something wrong with my former wife wannabe's disturbed mind.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MANY WOMEN - SO LITTLE TIME&lt;/span&gt;' this line is printed on that t-shirt. the tee was completely harmless, it was a decent tee, grey in colour not pink. It's a fact that there are so many women on earth but there's only a lil' time to get to know all of them (a proof that my ex is dumb and shallow).&lt;br /&gt;she always disagrees with what i did last time, i couldn't do what i always wanted to do. now, i want to do what i want, what i like, what i think is right, and i shall not listen to 'EVEs' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;" class="postbody"&gt; To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-115433932280060197?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115433932280060197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115433932280060197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115433932280060197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115433932280060197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/once-i-had-nice-and-expensive-t-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115347467492760946</id><published>2006-07-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T02:37:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 stories that prove women are clever...&lt;br /&gt;so men, i hope u all know wad u have to do after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1st story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A businessman meets a beautiful girl and agrees to spend the afternoon with her for $500. So they do. Before he leaves, he tells her that he does not have any cash with him, but that he will have his secretary write a check and mail it to her, calling the payment 'RENT FOR APARTMENT.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to the office he regrets what he has done, realizing that the whole event was not worth the price. So he has his secretary send a check for $250 and enclosed the following typed note: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Madam, Enclosed find check in the amount of $250 for rent of your apartment. I am not sending the amount agreed upon, because when I rented the apartment, I was under the impression that: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it had never been occupied; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that there was plenty of heat; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that is was small enough to make me cozy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, I found out that it had been previously occupied, that there wasn't any heat, and that it was entirely too large.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon receipt of the note, the girl immediately returned the check for $250 with the following note:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Sir: First of all, I cannot understand how you expect a beautiful apartment to remain unoccupied indefinitely. As for the heat, there is plenty of it, if you know how to turn it on. Regarding the space, the apartment is indeed of regular size, but if you don't have enough furniture to fill it, please do not blame the landlady. Send the rent in full or we will be forced to contact your present landlady! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2nd story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them are hurt. God works in mysterious ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flattered, the man replies, "Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." Then she hands the bottle to the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man. The man asks, "Aren't you having any?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police.... "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Women are clever, evil bitches. Don't mess with them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;damn! haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-115347467492760946?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115347467492760946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115347467492760946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115347467492760946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115347467492760946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-stories-that-prove-women-are-clever.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115337825614429126</id><published>2006-07-19T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T23:50:56.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" class="title" &gt;Perfect Couple&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding. Their life together was, of course, perfect. One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car (a Grand Caravan) along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys. Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple and Santa Claus had an accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only one of them survived the accident. Who was the survivor? (Keep reading for the answer.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The perfect woman. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women, end here. Men, keep reading.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the perfect woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, if you're a woman and you're reading this, this brings another point: women never listen either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;sorry to all women... here's a comic to cheer u up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/1600/Page_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 432px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/320/Page_1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-115337825614429126?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115337825614429126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115337825614429126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115337825614429126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115337825614429126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/perfect-couple-once-upon-time-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115329919418088060</id><published>2006-07-19T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:53:14.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;It's not easy to please a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not a drill, a joke, but this is serious...&lt;br /&gt;How to Make a Woman Happy&lt;br /&gt;It's not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:&lt;br /&gt;1. a friend&lt;br /&gt;2. a companion&lt;br /&gt;3. a lover&lt;br /&gt;4. a brother&lt;br /&gt;5. a father&lt;br /&gt;6. a master&lt;br /&gt;7. a chef&lt;br /&gt;8. an electrician&lt;br /&gt;9. a carpenter&lt;br /&gt;10. a plumber&lt;br /&gt;11. a mechanic&lt;br /&gt;12. a decorator&lt;br /&gt;13. a stylist&lt;br /&gt;14. a sexologist&lt;br /&gt;15. a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;16. a psychologist&lt;br /&gt;17. a pest exterminator&lt;br /&gt;18. a psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;19. a healer&lt;br /&gt;20. a good listener&lt;br /&gt;21. an organizer&lt;br /&gt;22. a good father&lt;br /&gt;23. very clean&lt;br /&gt;24. sympathetic&lt;br /&gt;25. athletic&lt;br /&gt;26. warm&lt;br /&gt;27. attentive&lt;br /&gt;28. gallant&lt;br /&gt;29. intelligent&lt;br /&gt;30. funny&lt;br /&gt;31. creative&lt;br /&gt;32. tender&lt;br /&gt;33. strong&lt;br /&gt;34. understanding&lt;br /&gt;35. tolerant&lt;br /&gt;36. prudent&lt;br /&gt;37. ambitious&lt;br /&gt;38. capable&lt;br /&gt;39. courageous&lt;br /&gt;40. determined&lt;br /&gt;41. true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. dependable&lt;br /&gt;43. passionate&lt;br /&gt;44. compassionate&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. give her compliments regularly&lt;br /&gt;46. love shopping&lt;br /&gt;47. be honest&lt;br /&gt;48. be very rich&lt;br /&gt;49. not stress her out&lt;br /&gt;50. not look at other girls&lt;br /&gt;AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;br /&gt;51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself&lt;br /&gt;52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself&lt;br /&gt;53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes&lt;br /&gt;IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;br /&gt;54. Never to forget:&lt;br /&gt;* birthdays&lt;br /&gt;* anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;* arrangements she makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Show up naked&lt;br /&gt;2. Bring food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even superman doesn't have all that...&lt;br /&gt;so please women, think about it, don't expect us to have all that...&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as perfect man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, someone wants to introduce someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/1600/whore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/320/whore.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew... huge!&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/31233422-115329919418088060?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115329919418088060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115329919418088060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115329919418088060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115329919418088060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-not-easy-to-please-woman-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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-31233422.post-115320853907490095</id><published>2006-07-17T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:42:19.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" class="title" &gt;2nd Lesson: Equipment!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort. The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn - the wife likes to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues to read her book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning Ma'am. What are you doing?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You're in a restricted fishing area," he informs her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Have a nice day ma'am", and he left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, that's true. Most women are smarter than men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Men, becareful of women, esp those bitches haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, meet my friend, the expert, the all-knowing, the sexiologist... Miss. Bitter Chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/1600/missbitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7031/3368/320/missbitter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-115320853907490095?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115320853907490095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115320853907490095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115320853907490095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115320853907490095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/2nd-lesson-equipment-couple-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31233422.post-115311744228717889</id><published>2006-07-16T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:28:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'd like to start with a joke... well, i'll always start with joke... coz i love jokes (esp sarcastic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here's a start, a lesson for all of you (men &amp;amp; women)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The wife is busy frying eggs, when her husband comes home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; He walks into the kitchen and immediately starts yelling:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "CAREFUL!!! CAREFUL!!! MORE OIL!!! TURN THEM!!! TURN THEM NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED MORE OIL!!! THEY ARE GOING TO STICK!!! CAREFUL!!! CAREFUL!!!&lt;br /&gt;TURN THEM!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TURN THEM!!! HURRY UP!!! ARE YOU CRAZY!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; THE OIL IS GOING TO SPILL!!! USE MORE SALT!!! THE SALT!!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The wife is very upset: "What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; yelling like this? Do you think I don't know how to fry an egg?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; The husband calmly replies: "This is to show you what it feels like, when I am driving and you sit next to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a quite simple message for all of you...&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today.. i ain't got much time.&lt;br /&gt;cheers people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31233422-115311744228717889?l=peeps-moi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/feeds/115311744228717889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31233422&amp;postID=115311744228717889' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115311744228717889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31233422/posts/default/115311744228717889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peeps-moi.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-id-like-to-start-with-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>stylorogue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14502006187075184283</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></feed>
