<?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-12169474</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:04:17.455+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damegrinch</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing up my world to the "WORLD".</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114998630173743147</id><published>2006-06-11T07:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:38:21.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing English</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/ups.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/320/ups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/Fed%20ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/320/Fed%20ex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/olive%20oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/320/olive%20oil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/320/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to make terrible?&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is it called building when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If vegetarians eat vegetables, w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hat do humanitarians eat?? Humans ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/cannibal.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/cannibal.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/veggies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/veggies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. If working hours are me! ant for working, then why are you reading this???                                         &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get Back to WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114998630173743147?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114998630173743147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114998630173743147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114998630173743147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114998630173743147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/06/confusing-english.html' title='Confusing English'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114990960714189792</id><published>2006-06-10T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:20:07.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Chosen WORDS  II ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114990960714189792?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114990960714189792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114990960714189792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114990960714189792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114990960714189792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-chosen-words-ii.html' title='Right Chosen WORDS  II ....'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114990723408655618</id><published>2006-06-10T09:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T09:40:34.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Chosen WORDS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114990723408655618?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114990723408655618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114990723408655618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114990723408655618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114990723408655618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-chosen-words.html' title='Right Chosen WORDS....'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114956576729419536</id><published>2006-06-06T10:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:49:27.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy who loves you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy who loves you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; if he can't always see you,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he will try to make himself busy,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;to not have any time to remember you,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; because he knows, if he did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; he will keep on    missing you until he could do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy who loves you,      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't tell you the reason why he loves you...     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; he only knows that, in his eyes,you are the only one.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;    The guy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seldom praises you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but in his heart, you are the best, only he, knows it.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guy who loves you...      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will scold or complain if you didn't reply to his message but others, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because he cares.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The guy who loves you...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; only drops his tears in front of you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;when you try to wipe his ears,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;you are touching his heart,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the heart which beats for you.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The guy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;will remember every word u said...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;even it's accidentally,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and he will use the word always at the nick of time.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The guy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;will not give any promise that easily,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;because he doesn't want to break the promise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;he  wants you to believe him and he wants to give you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the happiest and safest life ever after.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The guy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;always tell you not to think too much,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;because he already plans for you...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; he wants to give u the best life in the future...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;he wants to give you a surprise...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;believe him that he can do it.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The guy who loves you...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; will go to the airport to fetch you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he won't carry a bunch of roses and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;call you darling like what you expect...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; but he will carry your luggage and   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ask you " why are you becoming that thin within  two days?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;with his sincere heart.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The boy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;will listen quietly to you,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;when you are mad, and when you finish,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;he will say, "you still got class tomorrow,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;sleep earlier ..." with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The boy who loves you..,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; doesn't know whether to call you or not when you   are angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but he will send a message to you after  a few hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; if you ask him why that late, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;he will    say, "when you are angry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my explanations are all  rubbish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but when you calm down, my explanation      will really work."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    The boy who loves you...      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always call you little girl,      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but every time he wants to make a big decision,     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; he will first want to hear your advice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The guy who loves you...      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;doesn't like little toys like teddy bears,     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; but he will always put the bear you gave him at his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;      The guy who loves you,,,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;will apologize uncontrollably while you are   quarrelling      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;although you are the one who's wrong... and later,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;he will send a message to you saying, "baby,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;actually you know it's your fault, you know it      urself."&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The guy who loves you...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; while really missing you,      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;will want to buy a bunch of roses and wait  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for you stupidly under your apartment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but he never knows that what he bought are daisies.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but      it doesn't matter, because in his heart, those are   roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GALs... in love, do you think the  guy who's beside you really is for real?     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; if yes, wish you have the happiest day ever after.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114956576729419536?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114956576729419536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114956576729419536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114956576729419536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114956576729419536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/06/guy-who-loves-you.html' title='The guy who loves you...'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114626947582800310</id><published>2006-04-29T07:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:13:54.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes of Our Hearts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/1600/hearts.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/320/hearts.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen tothe echoes of our hearts. We all fall inlove andthere are times when we love so much that welose ourselves in our emotions. More often thannot we wonder why there are love that grows andlove that grows cold. We would start to search foranswers and try to find where we have gone wrong.But in the end we find ourselves where we startedfor we cannot questions LOVE when it has its ownreasons. Many of us believe that love is forever,that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in theend when we find our hearts empty and our heartslonging.We mistakenly looked at love as a need to befulfilled. But Love is only a gift given to us, weshould not hold it in our hands. For we may neverfind the strength to let it go when it decides toleave. We should only embrace its warmth andglow while its lasts and then freely open our armswhen its time to say GOODBYE.When we fall inlove with someone, we dont wantthat feeling to end. For it's everything that wewanted to be. We pray that LOVE will stay andgrow in our hearts. But if it doesn't then we shouldnever let our lives be taken by it. For it should notend where our heartaches begin.There is always a reason why we have to move onwhen we have to say goodbye to the feelings thatwe wanted to stay forever. Let us not wave ourhands with a heavy heart that we will have to setits wings free and find the place where it belongs.We may have lost it but then again when we closeour eyes and listen to the echoes of our HEARTS,we will hear that feeling resounding silently forever.Then we'll know that it has never left us, for thegood that we have become because of LOVE willalways stay.It will always be there reminding us that we shouldbe thankful and happy not because we have lostLOVE, but because for once in our lives thatfeeling lived in our hearts and made us happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114626947582800310?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114626947582800310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114626947582800310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114626947582800310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114626947582800310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/04/echoes-of-our-hearts.html' title='Echoes of Our Hearts...'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114401948175918696</id><published>2006-04-03T06:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T06:15:06.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>make this life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;make this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my life i played the game&lt;br /&gt;searching for the one i could win&lt;br /&gt;without you it's been the same&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to lose again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you smile it makes my day&lt;br /&gt;and i know my life begins&lt;br /&gt;everything just seems this way&lt;br /&gt;then you came and made a change&lt;br /&gt;all i want to have is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bring me down will you love me too&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one in this world&lt;br /&gt;i want to make this life with you&lt;br /&gt;even if i couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes it is so clear&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to walk this path alone&lt;br /&gt;will i find which way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i need to have is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't bring me down will you love me too&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;you're the only one in this world&lt;br /&gt;i want to make this life with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;just wanted to post this very Nice composition. someone have given this to&lt;br /&gt;me, i dont want to get his talent gone to waste. the rythm or say melody ( sorry&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know the term, i'm not really a musician) is somewhat like beatles&lt;br /&gt;sounds.. i heard the song from he's recording .. so sweeeeet!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114401948175918696?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114401948175918696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114401948175918696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114401948175918696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114401948175918696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/04/make-this-life.html' title='make this life'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114385140099447260</id><published>2006-04-01T07:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T07:30:01.006+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think before you speak...</title><content type='html'>Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak -&lt;br /&gt;the last one is great!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spoken and wished that you could&lt;br /&gt;immediately take the words back...&lt;br /&gt;or that you could crawl into a hole?&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow&lt;br /&gt;and asked loudly,&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and walked back out and never went back&lt;br /&gt;My husband didn't say a word...&lt;br /&gt;he knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using.&lt;br /&gt;After browsing for several minutes,&lt;br /&gt;I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I think I like playing with men's balls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and&lt;br /&gt;passed by a store that sold a&lt;br /&gt;variety of candy and nuts.&lt;br /&gt;As we were looking at the display case,&lt;br /&gt;the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts."&lt;br /&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;To this day,&lt;br /&gt;my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in line at the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='bank'; return true;" onmouseout=" window.status=''; return true; " href="http://www.103092804.com/Release3/linkredirect.php?h=40102,649135,1143629457"&gt;bank&lt;/a&gt; one afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;my toddler decided to release&lt;br /&gt;some pent-up energy and ran amok.&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to grab hold of&lt;br /&gt;her after receiving looks of disgust&lt;br /&gt;and annoyance from other patrons.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that if she did not start behaving&lt;br /&gt;"right now" she would be punished.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a&lt;br /&gt;voice just as threatening,&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't let me go right now,&lt;br /&gt;I will tell Grandma that I saw you&lt;br /&gt;kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!"&lt;br /&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Even the tellers stopped&lt;br /&gt;what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;I mustered up the last of my dignity and&lt;br /&gt;walked out of the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='bank'; return true;" onmouseout=" window.status=''; return true; " href="http://www.103092804.com/Release3/linkredirect.php?h=40102,649135,1143629457"&gt;bank&lt;/a&gt; with my daughter in tow.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I heard when&lt;br /&gt;the door closed behind me,&lt;br /&gt;were screams of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times?&lt;br /&gt;Mythree-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training&lt;br /&gt;and I was on him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch&lt;br /&gt;in between errands.&lt;br /&gt;It was very busy, with a full dining room.&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying my taco,&lt;br /&gt;I smelled something funny,&lt;br /&gt;so of course I checked&lt;br /&gt;my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean.&lt;br /&gt;The realized that Danny&lt;br /&gt;had not asked to go potty in a while.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he needed to go,&lt;br /&gt;and he said "No".&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Lord, that child has had an&lt;br /&gt;accident, and I don't have any clothes with me."&lt;br /&gt;Then I said,&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;"No," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;I just KNEW that he must have had an accident,&lt;br /&gt;because the smell was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, I asked one more time,&lt;br /&gt;"Danny, did you have an accident?"&lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up,&lt;br /&gt;yanked down his pants,&lt;br /&gt;bent over,&lt;br /&gt;spread his cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and yelled&lt;br /&gt;"SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!"&lt;br /&gt;While 30 people nearly choked to &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='death'; return true;" onmouseout=" window.status=''; return true; " href="http://www.103092804.com/Release3/linkredirect.php?h=42587,649135,1143629457"&gt;death&lt;/a&gt; on their tacos laughing,&lt;br /&gt;he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;An old couple made me feel better,&lt;br /&gt;thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt; /SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days&lt;br /&gt;and a very embarrassed &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='female'; return true;" onmouseout=" window.status=''; return true; " href="http://www.103092804.com/Release3/linkredirect.php?h=41098,649135,1143629457"&gt;female&lt;/a&gt; news anchor who will,&lt;br /&gt;in the future, likely think before she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you predict snow but don't get any!&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='female'; return true;" onmouseout=" window.status=''; return true; " href="http://www.103092804.com/Release3/linkredirect.php?h=41098,649135,1143629457"&gt;female&lt;/a&gt; news anchor that,&lt;br /&gt;the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't,&lt;br /&gt;turned to the weatherman and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?"&lt;br /&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set,&lt;br /&gt;but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, didn't that feel good?&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to someone you know who&lt;br /&gt;needs a laugh&lt;br /&gt;and remember&lt;br /&gt;we all say things we don't really mean, so&lt;br /&gt;think before you speak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114385140099447260?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114385140099447260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114385140099447260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114385140099447260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114385140099447260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/04/think-before-you-speak.html' title='Think before you speak...'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-114378306850418228</id><published>2006-03-31T12:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:26:58.810+07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6192/1017/200/Carrie%2C%20Grace%2C%20Ixie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sometimes i sit at home and wonder how it be if he had loved me truely loved me yes, i learnedAwhile ago that kind of thing it never happens for me, and so i go around and just pretend loveIs not for me i play the circus clown around my friends make them laugh and they wont see thatU never let them see u sweat dont want them to think the pain runs deep, Lord know its killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So i put on my make up put a smile on my face and if anyone ask me everything is ok imLaughing cuz no one knows the joke is on me cuz im dyin inside with my pride and a smile on myFace...on my face singing, la la la, la la, lalala, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la, la la laLaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes i sit at home by the phone hopin he might call me but he dont call me but then iRealize dreams come true arent for girls like me not like me, and so i go around with my headUp like it aint no thing and when the boys around with all my friends im into other things cuzU never let them see u sweat dont want them to think the pain runs deep, lord knows its killing Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So i put on my make up put a smile on my face and if anyone ask me everything is ok imLaughing cuz no one knows the joke is on me cuz im dyin inside with my pride and a smile on myFace...on my face ooohIts not easy (thing to do) sometimes its hard to (face the truth) its not the life that iWould choose but what else can i do if he dont love me no if he dont want me im not about toSit around let myself go (gooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-114378306850418228?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/114378306850418228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=114378306850418228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114378306850418228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/114378306850418228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2006/03/smiles.html' title='smiles'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/damegrinch/Boracay/Cartato.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12169474.post-111414412945911222</id><published>2005-04-22T11:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:46:47.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Ways to Make a Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #060ceb 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #060ceb 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: #060ceb 1px solidcolor:#060ceb;" width="100%"  valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,verdana;font-size:18;"&gt;27 ways to make a girl smile . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,verdana;font-size:13;"&gt;27 ways to make a girl smile . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 . Tell her she is beautiful, not hott, fine or ***y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 . Hold her hand at any moment even if it just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3 . Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 . Always tell her you love her at any and all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*6 . When she is upset hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*7 . Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*8 . Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*9 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 . Write her notes. {she loves them}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*11 . Introduce her to family and friends as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*12 . Play with her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*13 . Pick her up, tickle her and play-wrestle with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*14 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, just tell her jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*16 . Throw pebbles at her window in the middle of the night just because you missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*17 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*18. Carve your names into a Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*19 . If she's mad at you, kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20 . Give her piggyback rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*21 . Bring her Flowers just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*22 . Treat her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*23 . Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*24 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*25 . Slow dance with her, even if there isn't any music playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*26 . Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*27 . If your in love with her . . . Tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;table align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,verdana;font-size:13;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Rate This Dating Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;form name="tiprate" action="http://www.datingtips.ws/ratetip.php" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="4079" name="tipid"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,verdana;font-size:12;"&gt;Poor 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;input type="radio" value="1" name="tipvote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-111414412945911222?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/feeds/111414412945911222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12169474&amp;postID=111414412945911222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/111414412945911222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12169474/posts/default/111414412945911222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damegrinch.blogspot.com/2005/04/27-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='27 Ways to Make a Girl Smile'/><author><name>damegrinch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04197835491946463822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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forgotten how to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of the upcoming weekend help you make it through Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sleep more at work than at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave for a party and instinctively bring your ID badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Day-Timer exploded a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think about how relaxing it would be if you were in jail right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider a 40 hour week a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't set your alarm anymore because you know&lt;br /&gt;your pager will go off before your alarm does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hello everyone&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12169474-111408477298395792?l=damegrinch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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