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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-7302835255439324995</id><published>2010-08-25T23:12:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T23:13:47.706+04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU MISS YOUR OTHER HALF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. look at the clock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. check facebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. check twitter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. check your mail&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. read stories about bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. watch vids on youtube&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. watch intently the ant which is running over your desk top&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. look out to see how many pigeons are having orgasms just under your window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. check your mail. frown. refresh the page. still no mail.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. check facebook&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-7302835255439324995?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/7302835255439324995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do-when-you-miss-your-other.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/7302835255439324995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/7302835255439324995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-do-when-you-miss-your-other.html' title='WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU MISS YOUR OTHER HALF'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-4381087975902347566</id><published>2010-08-05T21:37:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:42:19.193+04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things Your Girlfriend Won't Tell You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="abw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-top-color: rgb(255, 51, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 930px; min-width: 741px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" id="abm" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div id="abc" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: -336px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; width: 930px;"&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. We like the chase – you chasing us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it’s sad but true that when a guy is too eager to catch us we wonder why. What is wrong with this guy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why is he so clingy? Is he a control freak? Is he a serial dater? A player with many girlfriends on the go? Is he insane? It’s not that we don’t want to be caught, we do, we just don’t want to feel trapped and when things happen too fast trapped is how we feel. We need to be sure of our feelings and of our attraction before we can step off the racetrack and give up the chase. You need to woo us to make us yours. Some guys lay out traps, saying all the right things and meaning none of them, in an attempt to woo us and this gives way to our biggest fear; falling prey to an insincere guy who is more about the game than being in a relationship. For this reason even once we’re yours, even once we are sure of your feelings and you are sure of ours, we need to still feel a little bit of the chase. When you chase us we feel like you want us and are willing to do some work to be with us and we don’t want that feeling to go away just because you’ve caught us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="abw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-top-color: rgb(255, 51, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 930px; min-width: 741px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" id="abm" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div id="abc" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: -336px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; width: 930px;"&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. When we say we’re “OK” or that things are “fine” the opposite is probably true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are communicators. It is hardwired in to our psyches to talk and talk and talk some more whenever there is discord or conflict. So if you sense there’s a problem and gather the courage to ask us and we respond with a “fine” or “it’s ok” or some other sentence with less than 7 (short) words chances are good that we really want to talk. So, you think, what’s a guy to do? You ask a question, you get an answer, and you plan based on that answer. Who wants to read between the lines or guess what is really going on? What a waste of time, right? Wrong! When girls pull the short answers out during a conversation it is because we want you to put the effort in to getting us to open up. It comes from a place of feeling like you don’t usually care what we have to say so we want you to put some effort in to getting us to talk so we can be sure we will be listened to. Now those perceptive guys among you may have your hands up right now waiting to ask the obvious question… if a girl feels like she’s not usually heard isn’t that the REAL problem? Yes, yes it is, and one little talk won’t stop that feeling of being marginalized. In psychology we call this a learned response, a behavior that does not come naturally but rather has been developed through a process called social conditioning. You may very well be the most attentive boyfriend since the dawn of time but if her previous guys made her feel insignificant or unheard you’ll have to help her carry that baggage. Heck, you’ll have to help her unpack it and put it away! So when your girl replies with a curt little answer to your questions don’t take her at face value. Calmly and gently ask her a few more times. Once she feels like you will hear her nature will take over and, voila! You’ll be communicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="abw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-top-color: rgb(255, 51, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 930px; min-width: 741px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" id="abm" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div id="abc" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: -336px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; width: 930px;"&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. We want you to have your guy time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a myth that girls don’t like to let their guy just hang with the boys. It's a terrible lie perpetrated by relationship-phobes throughout the ages. It is totally untrue that we want you to give up your life to be with us. Think of it this way… when we met you and fell for you, you were (hopefully) single and your friends were a big part of your life. Take your friends away and a big piece of the guy we fell for goes with them. So we want you to keep your guy time. We know you need your friends and truth be told we need our friends too. That being said, obviously when you are single you have lots of spare time to spend with friends but when you are in a relationship some of that time is going to be taken up by your significant other (A.K.A. us). That is only normal. It is normal for you to need your guy time and it is normal for you to want to spend time with us. If you find the right balance the guy-time issue quickly becomes a non-issue. It is when we feel like you don’t make as much time for us as you do for them or that you resent being away from your friends when you are with us that the stereotypical “girlfriend verses the friends” scenario takes the stage. It’s all about balance. Spending time with your friends or with us will never be an issue as long as there is a balance and as long as we never feel that they mean more to you than we do or that they come always first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div id="abw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-top-color: rgb(255, 51, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 930px; min-width: 741px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" id="abm" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div id="abc" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: -336px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; width: 930px;"&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. We want to know your friends but aren’t so sure you need to know ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to lie; this is hypocrisy in its most raw form. We want you to bring us around your friends, we want to know them and we want them to like us, but we aren’t quite as crazy about you knowing our friends. The why of this is as simple as it is irrational and here it is… we want to know your boys so we can understand the kinds of things they may get you to do when we’re not around. In short, will they encourage you to cheat on us, will they get you doing reckless and dangerous things, and will they help you engage in self-destructive activities? What we want to know is if they will be good or bad influences on you. We also want to create a buffer; we want your friends to like us so that they won’t want you to lose us. If there is no tension between your friends and us then we don’t need to fear them asking you to choose between love and friendship. Now on the flip side, we don’t really want you getting all chummy with our friends because we don’t want them to fill you in on all of our dirty little secrets. As previously noted girls are talkers by nature and we don’t want them to let something slip that may make you raise an eyebrow in our direction. We also fear, but will never admit fearing, you wanting one of our friends more than you want us. It’s bad enough to lose your guy to another girl but when that girl was once a friend, well, the sting is even sharper. So allow us this hypocrisy. It’s irrational, that's true, but it’s also quite harmless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="abw" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-top-color: rgb(255, 51, 0); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 930px; min-width: 741px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-align: left; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="clear" id="abm" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; zoom: 1;"&gt;&lt;div id="abc" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: -336px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: inherit; width: 930px;"&gt;&lt;div id="articlebody" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 351px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: static; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. We worry that other girls look better now that you are in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The core of every girlfriend's relationship insecurity is the GIGS (Grass Is Greener Syndrome). The idea that life is better on the other side is one of the most destructive forces in relationship world and girls feel that guys fall for it way too often. It is a great fear of ours that once you can’t have other girls you will suddenly want them all. It leads to a lot of unfounded jealousy brought on by innocent comments on your part or casual non-flirtatious conversations with other girls. So what’s a guy to do? In a perfect world you’d stop interacting with other girls altogether but our rational super-ego knows that’s not realistic. What you need to do is follow these three simple rules; 1) never pay more attention to another girl than you do to your girlfriend, 2) never comment over and over how hot/cool/nice/fun another girl is, and 3) if you meet a great girl while you’re in a relationship hook her up with one of your buddies (also known as taking her off the market and getting her out of our face). And should you ever really get the itch to jump the fence and live life on the other side... just do it! Don’t lead us on, don’t cheat on us, don’t sneak around, just end the relationship. If it ends up being a GIGS fueled mistake… oh well, consider it a hard lesson learned and leave us alone... we won't want you back anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-4381087975902347566?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/4381087975902347566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-things-your-girlfriend-wont-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/4381087975902347566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/4381087975902347566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/08/5-things-your-girlfriend-wont-tell-you.html' title='5 Things Your Girlfriend Won&apos;t Tell You'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-6554430987753327863</id><published>2010-07-31T19:52:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:52:42.262+04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUICK JOKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whats the Diffenence between kinky and perverted?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kinky is when you tickle your girl friend's ass with a feather.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perverted is when you use the whole chicken...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-6554430987753327863?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/6554430987753327863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-joke_31.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/6554430987753327863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/6554430987753327863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-joke_31.html' title='QUICK JOKE!'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-7346508609571979681</id><published>2010-07-31T19:39:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:39:51.444+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Back on the blog for... i dont know how long. this is a sign of how bored i am. he he&lt;br /&gt;you would say take up a hobby; i would say which one?&lt;br /&gt;i already :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;write&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sew&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;embroider&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;socialise&amp;nbsp;on facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collect candles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;etc etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;what else to do? i'd love to try&amp;nbsp;jewelery&amp;nbsp;making, drawing, crocheting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-7346508609571979681?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/7346508609571979681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/07/back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/7346508609571979681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/7346508609571979681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/07/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-3995607506513483526</id><published>2010-02-28T00:19:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:19:36.734+04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlina glanced nervously around, almost seeing through him at first. When she finally caught sight of him, she stopped walking and smiled at him awkwardly. They stood like that for a few seconds; looking at each other. Carlina felt heat blooming on her cheeks and looked away, her chocolate brown eyes caressing the scenery he had simply ignored earlier.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaazim could not look away. He was...mesmerized. The photos she had sent him had not prepared him for the real Carlina; the honey-skin, dark brown eyes, pink lips, curvy Carlina. He mentally shook himself ,closed his mouth up with a snap,remembering his manners and managed a weak smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Encouraged and probably relieved that he had smiled at her, Carlina gave him a real smile which had the effect of a punch in his guts. His smile wavered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlina walked slowly and stopped in front of him, uncertain about her next action... and stood on tip toe to kiss him on each cheek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kaazim felt blood flood to his face and ears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hi", she whispered with a shy smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hello", he replied nervously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He devoured her with his eyes. She did not have the courage to do that. So she managed to peek at him once or twice...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To be continued...&lt;/i&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/8343367803023257085-3995607506513483526?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/3995607506513483526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/02/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/3995607506513483526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/3995607506513483526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2010/02/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-443936277559057657</id><published>2009-11-16T20:52:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:52:20.764+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;NEVER raise you hands on your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-443936277559057657?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/443936277559057657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-xd_16.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/443936277559057657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/443936277559057657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-xd_16.html' title='Joke of the day XD'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-1719262893336827543</id><published>2009-11-16T20:46:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:49:08.335+04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;K&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aazim shifted restlessly on the bench and his belly dipped with nervousness too. &amp;nbsp;He looked around, stood up and sat down on another bench. Now he will have a better view of her when she came in. Atleast he will see her before she sees him. Damn. Why did he accept to meet her? They were fine writing to each other. He wiped his sweaty palms over his faded jeans. he tugged down his shirt which was plastered to his moist skin. Where the hell was she? she was...5minutes late. He drew in a deep breath and looked around. The grass was green and glittering from the sun rays illuminating the dew drops. It was a beautiful picture but he was too nervous to focus on the beauty of nature. She was a sweet girl with an even sweeter voice. He had seen photos of her. She was generous in curves as well as in nature; she had a mass of dark hair. He usually preferred his women with shorter hair but this was not his woman and he better remember it. She had beautiful eyes which crinkled with laughter most of the time... Before he could go further, he heard a pair of heels clicking on the tar. This must be her. No one would come here so early. He rose to his feet and briefly closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer up. With a sigh he opened them and drew in a sharp breath...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-1719262893336827543?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/1719262893336827543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina_16.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/1719262893336827543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/1719262893336827543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina_16.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-813893338766294671</id><published>2009-11-13T19:32:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:32:24.949+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the day XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;11th Commandment - Covet not thy neighbour's Pentium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-813893338766294671?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/813893338766294671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-xd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/813893338766294671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/813893338766294671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-xd.html' title='Joke of the day XD'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-981726943781935978</id><published>2009-11-13T19:15:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:16:56.367+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loved One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/Sv1oGvRZvdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w4-iFVZ2zIM/s1600-h/i-love-you-wallpaper-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/Sv1oGvRZvdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w4-iFVZ2zIM/s320/i-love-you-wallpaper-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I know you probably heard all about what a person in love would do for his/her loved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Lets be innovative and invent another list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;think well and add some too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A GUY WHO IS IN LOVE WOULD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;1.Quit smoking as it might make her ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;2. Lend her his most cherished gadget because it makes him happy to see her happy. (ipod...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;3.Ooh and ahh over her handmade gifts even if he does not know what the gifts really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;4.Kiss her&amp;nbsp;boo boo&amp;nbsp;better even if she says it does not hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;5.Follow her with his eyes everywhere, not wanting to miss a second of how sweet she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;6.Glare down a guy who walked one&amp;nbsp;meter&amp;nbsp;from her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;7.Be annoyed that she was 5minutes late because he missed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;8.Get really worried if she misses a step (she nearly fell down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;9.Carry her bag and her books even if his friends are making fun of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;10.Saves his money to buy her a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;11.Write earth-moving poems and letters to her even if he feels shy (yes guys feel shy too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Thats all i can think of right now. I will be adding others soon. Feel free to add some of your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-981726943781935978?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/981726943781935978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/loved-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/981726943781935978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/981726943781935978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/loved-one.html' title='A Loved One'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/Sv1oGvRZvdI/AAAAAAAAAA4/w4-iFVZ2zIM/s72-c/i-love-you-wallpaper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-287593183486021593</id><published>2009-11-13T11:47:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:41:09.094+04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Carlina&amp;nbsp;was very nervous. After being friends for over 4 months she was finally going to meet Kaazim, her pen pal from Kurban. Butterflies fluttered in her belly at the thought of meeting her best friend for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;they had chatted a bit on the phone the previous day. he had a wonderful voice... deep,strong, calm. Carlina sighed. She could have listened to him for hours. she blinked and mentally shook herself. He was her BEST friend. Not some lover. Although they were meeting secretly at the odd hours of the morning. she walked quickly, ducking her head everytime someone came across her. She could not afford to having someone recognise her. She was a nervous wreck. Emotions were coursing like meth in her system. She was giddy with excitement and a little bit scared. What if he was not as good looking as she thought he was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What if she was not his type? she mentally slapped herself this time. she had to get a grip on herself and very quickly. she was almost there. she drew in a deep breath and stepped inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-287593183486021593?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/287593183486021593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/287593183486021593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/287593183486021593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/chronicles-of-kaazim-and-carlina.html' title='THE CHRONICLES OF KAAZIM AND CARLINA'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-2888229263888022152</id><published>2009-11-13T09:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:50:10.570+04:00</updated><title type='text'>DARREN HAYES</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How to create a blog without&amp;nbsp;mentioning&amp;nbsp;darren hayes?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvzyQH61BDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HQGgRQWCsOs/s1600-h/1052514062.img_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvzyQH61BDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HQGgRQWCsOs/s320/1052514062.img_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thats impossible. so feast your eyes Jotsy. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-2888229263888022152?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/2888229263888022152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/darren-hayes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/2888229263888022152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/2888229263888022152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/darren-hayes.html' title='DARREN HAYES'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvzyQH61BDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HQGgRQWCsOs/s72-c/1052514062.img_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-8176843773784687871</id><published>2009-11-12T01:20:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:20:02.424+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Coming soon... A brand new story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Just for the bloggers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A never-read before one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sheik Kaazim... His name meant the restrainer... the Controller of Anger...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But for how long will he control those fiery emotions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carlina...&amp;nbsp;Italian&amp;nbsp;girl..her name meant a free spirit...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long before she longs to be captured?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;To be Continued...&lt;/span&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/8343367803023257085-8176843773784687871?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/8176843773784687871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/awakening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/8176843773784687871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/8176843773784687871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/awakening.html' title='The Awakening'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343367803023257085.post-1154553253741436491</id><published>2009-11-12T00:27:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:27:11.861+04:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;welcome to my blog. I will be talking about everything and nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;So keep in touch often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8343367803023257085-1154553253741436491?l=devilishcho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/feeds/1154553253741436491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/1154553253741436491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8343367803023257085/posts/default/1154553253741436491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devilishcho.blogspot.com/2009/11/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION'/><author><name>devilish.cho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12842456347495156194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5QILrLx2fuM/SvsDfz6p52I/AAAAAAAAAAM/KSvH11jlEIA/S220/WeeMee_14792304_for_baby.cho.jpg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
