<?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-8304749</id><updated>2011-11-02T07:08:02.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-=Life As We Know It=-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1519182173865372527</id><published>2011-11-02T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T07:08:02.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51 FACTS ABOUT GUYS :)</title><content type='html'>1. Guys hate sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-&lt;br /&gt;how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems by his own. He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Not all guys are assholes. Just because ONE is a jackass doesnt mean he represents ALL of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1519182173865372527?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1519182173865372527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1519182173865372527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1519182173865372527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1519182173865372527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2011/11/51-facts-about-guys.html' title='51 FACTS ABOUT GUYS :)'/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-4990264419403497535</id><published>2009-12-21T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:35:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.” “Yes,” said the old man, “yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges — giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So now do you see what true beauty is?” The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please let everyone know each day how much they mean to you, as they may be gone tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4990264419403497535?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4990264419403497535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4990264419403497535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4990264419403497535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4990264419403497535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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days count =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all those ORDing this month.Have a fruitful life ahead =) just remember those words up there and live life coz we only live once!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6348064666112265057?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6348064666112265057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6348064666112265057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6348064666112265057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6348064666112265057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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But no matter,after the rain,there's always the sun.and when we look at it in some wonderous way,we might just catch the rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG thank you ESPECIALLY to my family...also to my loved ones for being the sun in my life. I love you guys =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3512533540596413839?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3512533540596413839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3512533540596413839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3512533540596413839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3512533540596413839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-want-to-see-rainbow-get-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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We should once a while get lost and discover things than take a path thats well beaten =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2774140200123330239?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2774140200123330239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2774140200123330239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2774140200123330239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2774140200123330239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-not-follow-where-path-may-lead-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR.. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWENTY- ONE.. Spend some time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-694663026505698640?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/694663026505698640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=694663026505698640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/694663026505698640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/694663026505698640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-make-life-more-meaningful-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-6398303929216486701</id><published>2009-04-06T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:30:00.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A little girl discussed with her teacher about whales.&lt;br /&gt; The teacher said that it was physically impossible for a whale to&lt;br /&gt; swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very&lt;br /&gt; small.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.&lt;br /&gt; Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a&lt;br /&gt; human.&lt;br /&gt; It was physically impossible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; TWO&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while&lt;br /&gt; they  were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's&lt;br /&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt; As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what&lt;br /&gt; the drawing was.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The teacher paused and said, 'But no one knows what God looks like.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl&lt;br /&gt; replied, 'They will in a minute.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; THREE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her&lt;br /&gt; five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to 'Honor thy Father&lt;br /&gt; and thy Mother', she asked, 'Is there a commandment that teaches us how&lt;br /&gt; to treat our brothers and sisters?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,&lt;br /&gt; 'Thou shall not kill.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; FOUR&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One day a little girl wa s sitting and watching her mother do the dishes&lt;br /&gt; at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several&lt;br /&gt; strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, 'Why are some of your&lt;br /&gt; hairs white, Mom?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Her mother replied, 'Well, every time that you do something wrong and&lt;br /&gt; make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,&lt;br /&gt; 'Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; FIVE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to&lt;br /&gt; persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 'Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up&lt;br /&gt; and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a&lt;br /&gt; doctor.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A small voice at the back of the room rang out, 'And there's the&lt;br /&gt; teacher,&lt;br /&gt; she's dead.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; SIX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br /&gt; school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun&lt;br /&gt; made a note, and posted on the apple tray: 'Take only ONE. God is&lt;br /&gt; watching'&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a&lt;br /&gt; large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A child had written a note, 'Take all you want. God is watching the&lt;br /&gt; apples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6398303929216486701?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6398303929216486701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6398303929216486701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6398303929216486701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6398303929216486701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-little-girl-discussed-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3093999416374450209</id><published>2009-04-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:23:31.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NAIL IN THE FENCE   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence will never be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry , the wound is still there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3093999416374450209?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3093999416374450209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3093999416374450209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3093999416374450209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3093999416374450209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/04/nail-in-fence-there-once-was-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8277345489739823446</id><published>2009-03-28T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:49:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared out to the clouds and wonder&lt;br /&gt;What’s out there beyond Earth and yonder&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so empty that’s how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Sitting all alone on top of a hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how stars form constellations&lt;br /&gt;How dreams are created from imagination&lt;br /&gt;In a night so cold I cuddle up on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was someone in my life&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom I can love all my life&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love and be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;Like an eternal flame that will always burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon so full and glowing so bright&lt;br /&gt;The breeze so cooling it just feels so right&lt;br /&gt;Hope I could share this wonderful night&lt;br /&gt;With someone I could call my Missus Right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8277345489739823446?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8277345489739823446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Definitions &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where Parents pay and children play &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Insurance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contract that keeps you poor all your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that you can die Rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future tense of Marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine waterpower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of ?the students without passing through "the minds of either" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where success comes before work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Room &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banker provided by nature &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person no different from the rest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....except that he/she got caught &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is early when you are late and ?late when you are early &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One who shakes your hand before elections and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your Confidence after &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTOR &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who holds your ills by pills, and kills you by bills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books, which people praise, but do not read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curve that can set a lot of things straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name men give to their mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An invention to end all inventions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6086473441530273100?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6086473441530273100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6086473441530273100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6086473441530273100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6086473441530273100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/03/wonderful-definitions-school-place_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8081883617519803873</id><published>2009-03-15T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:19:13.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If something is going wrong,dont end it!&lt;br /&gt;Mend it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8081883617519803873?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-9194921678887244530</id><published>2009-03-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:58:00.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss her, you are not a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, you are not a man&lt;br /&gt;If you praise her, she thinks you are lying&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, you are good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;If you agree to all her likes, you are a wimp&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, you are not understanding&lt;br /&gt;If you visit her often,she thinks it is boring&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t , she accuses you of double-crossing&lt;br /&gt;If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t , you are a dull boy&lt;br /&gt;If you are jealous, she says it’s bad&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, she thinks you do not love her&lt;br /&gt;If you attempt a romance, she says you didn’t respect her&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, she thinks you do not like her&lt;br /&gt;If you are a minute late, she complains it’s hard to wait&lt;br /&gt;If she is late, she says that’s a girl’s way&lt;br /&gt;If you visit another man, you’re not putting in “quality time”&lt;br /&gt;If she is visited by another woman, “Oh it’s natural, we are girls”&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss her often, she yells that you are taking advantage&lt;br /&gt;If you stare at another woman, she accuses you of flirting&lt;br /&gt;If she is stared by other men, she says that they a just admiring&lt;br /&gt;If you talk, she wants you to listen&lt;br /&gt;If you listen, she wants you to talk&lt;br /&gt;In short:&lt;br /&gt;So simple, yet so complex&lt;br /&gt;So weak, yet so powerful&lt;br /&gt;So confusing, yet so desirable&lt;br /&gt;So damning, yet so wonderful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-9194921678887244530?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/9194921678887244530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=9194921678887244530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9194921678887244530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9194921678887244530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/03/lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3449920431095638522</id><published>2009-03-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:01:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We always hear this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how easy to receive..&lt;br /&gt;but wrenching it is to give..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3449920431095638522?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7982526604135024621</id><published>2009-03-08T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:11:27.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its nice to be important&lt;br /&gt;And its important to be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7982526604135024621?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7982526604135024621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7982526604135024621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7982526604135024621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7982526604135024621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-nice-to-be-important-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7283169275540157456</id><published>2009-03-07T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:00:00.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We always think of making things better or doing it in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;Yet its hard for us to stop thinking about it and put it to actions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7283169275540157456?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7283169275540157456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7283169275540157456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7283169275540157456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7283169275540157456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-always-think-of-making-things-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-95529902845808065</id><published>2009-03-04T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:57:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever wonder how easy it is to tell someone we love them yet its so hard to show it to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-95529902845808065?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/95529902845808065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=95529902845808065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5837961928905151565</id><published>2009-03-01T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:55:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its easy to forgive others...&lt;br /&gt;but not to ask for forgiveness...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5837961928905151565?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5837961928905151565/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-6629424799550685771</id><published>2009-02-27T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:58:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When ure unhappy&lt;br /&gt;ill give u reasons not to worry&lt;br /&gt;and when ure upset&lt;br /&gt;ill make u forget ever being sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u need to shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;ill show u theres ntg to fear&lt;br /&gt;coz should u ever cry&lt;br /&gt;ill hold u close even when ur tears run dry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6629424799550685771?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-120541254522906861</id><published>2009-02-25T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T06:00:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seeing u smile&lt;br /&gt;it brings another to my face&lt;br /&gt;n by making u smile&lt;br /&gt;i could feel an angel's grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear u laugh&lt;br /&gt;it tells me that ure happy&lt;br /&gt;and knwing ure happy&lt;br /&gt;theres no where id rather be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-120541254522906861?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/120541254522906861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=120541254522906861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/120541254522906861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/120541254522906861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeing-u-smile-it-brings-another-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2105247357819198067</id><published>2009-02-23T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:03:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it right for me to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;to think of someone who doesnt love u back&lt;br /&gt;to think of her every single day&lt;br /&gt;thinking of a day she'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y does my heart miss u so&lt;br /&gt;y cant i ever let u go&lt;br /&gt;despite all the hatred we use to know&lt;br /&gt;the yearning in my heart will only grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day u left i was all alone&lt;br /&gt;empty and void like an open hole&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i have someone to own&lt;br /&gt;to warm this heart tat has gone so cold....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3969654239831126699</id><published>2009-02-22T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:57:22.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people are happier today not having to worry about what tomorrow might bring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3969654239831126699?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3969654239831126699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-9112923734393977756</id><published>2009-02-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:09:43.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man who had nothing, has everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-9112923734393977756?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/9112923734393977756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=9112923734393977756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9112923734393977756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9112923734393977756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-who-had-nothing-has-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-9033946952641614703</id><published>2009-02-15T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:33:35.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, a professor asked his students 'Why do we SHOUT instead of speak when we are ANGRY?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the students thought for a while. One answered 'Because we lost our cool. That's why we SHOUT.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked the professor again, 'But the person is just right next to you, why can't we talk softly but have to SHOUT?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gave their opinions but none was accepted by the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly explained by the professor 'When we are ANGRY, our hearts drift apart. To mask the DISTANCE we felt, we instinctively SHOUT instead of speak so the other party can hear us.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But as we SHOUT, we get ANGRIER. And we felt we drift apart further. So we SHOUT even louder...' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is the opposite when we are in love. Not only we do not shout, we whisper into each other ears. Why?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is because our hearts are very close, almost never apart. As our love deepen, we reach a state of communication where there is no need for words.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We understand each other well enough just by exchanging look,' concluded the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Therefore, when we are arguing, DO NOT speak words that will make our hearts drift apart. WAIT a few days. When you feel your hearts are no longer far apart, pick up the conversation and continue from there.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-9033946952641614703?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/9033946952641614703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=9033946952641614703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9033946952641614703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9033946952641614703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-professor-asked-his-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5726421962939787976</id><published>2009-01-30T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:27:00.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Adultery!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting quote from the movie 'Why did I get married?'. In most cases, especially in relationships, you will only get 80% of what you NEED and you will hardly get the other 20% that you WANT in your relationship. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is always another person (man or women) that &lt;br /&gt;you will meet and that will offer you the other 20% which is lacking &lt;br /&gt;in your relationship that you WANT. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And believe me, 20% looks really good when you are not getting it at all in your current relationship. But the problem is that you will always be tempted to leave that good &lt;br /&gt;80% that you know you have, thinking that you will get something &lt;br /&gt;better with the other 20% that you WANT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But as reality has proven, in most cases, you will always end up with &lt;br /&gt;having the 20% that you WANT and loosing the 80% that you really NEED &lt;br /&gt;and that you already had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful in deciding between what you WANT and NEED in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. 'Wow, this girl in my office is a real looker. But it's not her Wynona Rider features that got me. I'm crazy about her because she's also understanding, intelligent, tender - so many things that my spouse is &lt;br /&gt;not' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, you'll find a woman or a man who will be more charming or sensitive. More alluring. More thoughtful. Richer. Have greater sex appeal. And you will find a woman or man who will need you and pursue you and go loco over you more than your spouse ever did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because no wife or husband is perfect. Because a spouse will only have 80% of what you're looking for. So adultery takes place when a husband or wife looks for the missing 20%. Let's say your wife is melancholic by nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may find yourself drawn to the pretty clerk who has a cherry laugh no matter what she says: 'I broke my arm yesterday, Hahahaha . . ..' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because your wife is a homebody in slippers and pajamas, smelling of garlic and fish oil, you may fall for a fresh-smelling young sales representative that visits your office in a sharp black blazer, high heels, and a red pencil-cut skirt Or because your husband is the quiet type, your heart may skip a beat when you meet an old college flame who has the makings of a talk show host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!! That's only 20% of what you don't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away the 80% that you already have!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all. Add to your spouse's 80% the 100% that represents all the years that you have been with each other. The storms you have weathered together. The unforgettable moments of sadness and joy as a couple. The many adjustments you have made to love the other. The wealth of memories that you've accumulated as lovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adultery happens when you start looking for what you don't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfulness happens when you start thanking God for what you &lt;br /&gt;already have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not just talking about marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about life!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About your jobs. &lt;br /&gt;About your friends. &lt;br /&gt;About your children. &lt;br /&gt;About your lifestyles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you like the economy airline passenger that perennially peeks through the door of the first class cabin, obsessed with what he's missing? 'They have got more leg room! Oh my, their food is served in porcelain! Wow, their seats recline at an 80% angle and they've got &lt;br /&gt;personal videos!' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you'll be miserable for the entire trip! Don't live your life like that. Forget about what the world says is first class. Do you know that there are many first class passengers who are miserable in first class -- because they are not riding in a private Lear Jet? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main message??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you start appreciating what you have right now, wherever you are, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are first class! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant day.....  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5726421962939787976?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5726421962939787976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5726421962939787976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5726421962939787976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5726421962939787976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/adultery-interesting-quote-from-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8460575678164852024</id><published>2009-01-27T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:27:31.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how&lt;br /&gt;long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... she is not at all&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL stares at you she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest .. she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says ' I love you ' .. she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says ' I miss you ' .... no one in this world can miss you more than&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies,Find a guy .. who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses&lt;br /&gt;your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he&lt;br /&gt;is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,be the gentleman tat she needs =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8460575678164852024?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8460575678164852024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8460575678164852024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8460575678164852024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8460575678164852024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-girl-is-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1809889960829498218</id><published>2009-01-26T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:18:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A beauty of a psn lies in their weakness and accepting it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1809889960829498218?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1809889960829498218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5302501165405470141</id><published>2009-01-23T11:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:47:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 3 most difficult things to say are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5302501165405470141?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5302501165405470141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5302501165405470141' title='0 Comments'/><link 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feel in writing than saying it to someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;But by saying it to someone's face,you give it more value&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-448270123528074821?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/448270123528074821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=448270123528074821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/448270123528074821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/448270123528074821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-always-easier-to-say-what-u-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8732930148772336447</id><published>2009-01-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:45:00.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8732930148772336447?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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susceptible...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8232145469542894466?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8232145469542894466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8232145469542894466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8232145469542894466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8232145469542894466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/those-who-appear-to-be-very-strong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there&lt;br /&gt; for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I&lt;br /&gt; will marry you.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came&lt;br /&gt; off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The&lt;br /&gt; girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his &lt;br /&gt; closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to&lt;br /&gt; marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her&lt;br /&gt; saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for&lt;br /&gt; befor e they were yours, they were mine.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.&lt;br /&gt; Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who&lt;br /&gt;was always by their side in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Life Is a Gift&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Today before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't&lt;br /&gt; speak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before you complain about the taste of your food -&lt;br /&gt; Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before you complain about your husband or wife -&lt;br /&gt; Think of someone who's crying out to GOD for a companion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Today before you complain about life - Think of&lt;br /&gt; someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before you complain about your children - Think of&lt;br /&gt; someone who desires children but they're barren. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before you argue about your dirty house someone&lt;br /&gt;didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before whining about the distance you drive Think of&lt;br /&gt;someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And when you are tired and complain about your job -&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But before you think of pointing the finger or&lt;br /&gt;condemning another - Remember that not one of us is without sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down -&lt;br /&gt; Put a smile on your face and think: you're alive and still around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6109110958622519393?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6109110958622519393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6109110958622519393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6109110958622519393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6109110958622519393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-blind-girl-is-very-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-796603898388078491</id><published>2009-01-10T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:07:58.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great people face Great adversaries.&lt;br /&gt;As how ordinary people face ordinary challenges..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO if faced with a great obstacle,it means one is above greatness to be overcoming it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-796603898388078491?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/796603898388078491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7996480538983508755</id><published>2009-01-04T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:14:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never fall for a person in their moments of weakness&lt;br /&gt;Because that person u see rarely makes a comeback...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7996480538983508755?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7996480538983508755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7996480538983508755' title='0 Comments'/><link 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principle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8876023064186700500?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8876023064186700500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8876023064186700500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8876023064186700500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8876023064186700500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/honesty-isnt-policy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1798411762834924569</id><published>2009-01-02T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:02:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fairy tales and happy endings might not exist to some NOW, because If your life is a story,n you ever feel tat it is boring,or very depressing today n so is tommorow,think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz in life,you write your own story! and until the story ends,you can choose wat to write in the next many pages.You are afterall the author of ur life,ur destiny!Write your own adventure!Your happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because unlike books,life doesnt end with a fullstop. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1798411762834924569?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1798411762834924569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1798411762834924569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1798411762834924569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1798411762834924569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairy-tales-and-happy-endings-might-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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type='html'>Moving on with life doesnt mean one is over or ignorant of the past&lt;br /&gt;Moving on with life is when one accepts the past and lives for the present n future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3084363385139511855?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3084363385139511855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3084363385139511855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3084363385139511855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3084363385139511855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Exceptional ones makes you think. Once in a while, one comes along that shapes the world that we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Neo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4271711692321452608?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4271711692321452608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4271711692321452608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4271711692321452608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4271711692321452608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies-are-amazing-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-822480034638527049</id><published>2008-12-28T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:28:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you fancy someone,make sure its ur heart talking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-822480034638527049?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/822480034638527049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=822480034638527049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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always lessons to learn from it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5353626978503357855?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5353626978503357855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5353626978503357855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5353626978503357855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5353626978503357855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/every-problem-has-solution-to-it-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3833443196919446355</id><published>2008-12-25T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:56:28.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imitation stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many say its an infringement of rights.i agree but sometime,we all need them. take this for example. Its christmas,or new years. maybe its just another ordinary day where your child begs you to get him a mobile phone,a psp or some game console. and u think to yourself, man,he's to young to have this. i mean kids,they just wanna have it for a day n toss it away.dont tell me u want him to toss an i phone or psp around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres where these look a likes come it.he'll think its the real stuff.hes happy. ull be the world's greatest parent so everyone's happy!hahah..im sure when hes older,he'll understand the need for such.esp in these hard times. anyways,i dont see toys i have 10 yrs back lying around.i wouldnt even recall if there the original stuff or not.but i know i was happy everytime they buy me the things i want.tats y i feel sometimes these look alikes do come in handy &lt;grins&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though imitation is actually a compliment to some,coz i heard if someone copies u,it means ure the trend setter!ure good!hahaha!but i dont second those buggers who try to pass of fakes as the real deal tho.or ppl who steal someones work and try to pass off as their own.tat sux.totally uncool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;Look a likes!good for people who got no money to buy the real stuff! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3833443196919446355?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3833443196919446355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3833443196919446355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3833443196919446355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7841075668615162166</id><published>2008-12-21T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:24:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U dont get old from laughing&lt;br /&gt;But ull get 'old' for not laughing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7841075668615162166?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7841075668615162166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8267503578104696405</id><published>2008-12-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:03:29.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8267503578104696405?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8267503578104696405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8267503578104696405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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be insulting yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is unique in their own individuality...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7083895604433308448?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7083895604433308448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7083895604433308448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7083895604433308448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7083895604433308448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-compare-urself-with-others-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7050905280381766893</id><published>2008-12-15T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:22:00.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 3:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Commandments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7050905280381766893?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7050905280381766893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7050905280381766893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7050905280381766893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7050905280381766893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-3-commandments-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-6382570065104097470</id><published>2008-12-15T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:20:01.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does 'Love' mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' &lt;br /&gt;Rebecca- age 8 &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;'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. &lt;br /&gt;You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' &lt;br /&gt;Billy - age 4 &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;'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' &lt;br /&gt;Karl - age 5 &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;'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' &lt;br /&gt;Chrissie - age 6 &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;'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' &lt;br /&gt;Terri - age 4 &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;'Love is when my mummy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' &lt;br /&gt;Danny - age 7 &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;'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. &lt;br /&gt;My Mummy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss' &lt;br /&gt;Emily - age 8 &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;'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.' &lt;br /&gt;Bobby - age 7 (Wow!) &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;'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikka - age 6 &lt;br /&gt;(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet) &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;'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' &lt;br /&gt;Noelle - age 7 &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;'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' &lt;br /&gt;Tommy - age 6 &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;'During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.' &lt;br /&gt;Cindy - age 8 &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;'My mummy loves me more than anybody &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.' &lt;br /&gt;Clare - age 6 &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;'Love is when Mummy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.' &lt;br /&gt;Elaine-age 5 &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;'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' &lt;br /&gt;Chris - age 7 &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;'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day' &lt;br /&gt;Mary Ann - age 4 &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;'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' &lt;br /&gt;Lauren - age 4 &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;'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' (what an image) &lt;br /&gt;Karen - age 7 &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;'Love is when Mummy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.' &lt;br /&gt;Mark - age 6 &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;'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' &lt;br /&gt;Jessica - age 8 &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;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a con test he was asked to judge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the con test was to find the most caring child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, &lt;br /&gt;'Nothing, I just helped him cry' &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;When there is nothing left,    that is when you find out that  love is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6382570065104097470?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6382570065104097470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6382570065104097470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6382570065104097470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6382570065104097470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-love-mean-when-my-grandmother.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-6800633052913865232</id><published>2008-12-14T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:07:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 2: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Three Steps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls: &lt;br /&gt;If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys &lt;br /&gt;If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys &amp; Girls &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-6800633052913865232?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/6800633052913865232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=6800633052913865232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6800633052913865232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/6800633052913865232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/part-2-three-steps-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8325067221390003324</id><published>2008-12-13T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:07:00.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Golden Rules Of Kissing&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1. Kiss on the hand &lt;br /&gt;I adore you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss on the cheek &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss on the neck &lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss on the lips &lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss on the ears &lt;br /&gt;I am just playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kiss anywhere else &lt;br /&gt;lets not get carried away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;kiss me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Playing with your hair &lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Hand on your waist &lt;br /&gt;I love you to much to let you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8325067221390003324?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8325067221390003324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8325067221390003324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8325067221390003324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8325067221390003324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/golden-rules-of-kissing-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-4751534658394591550</id><published>2008-12-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:53:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tips for ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy .. who calls you beautiful instead of hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who calls you back when you hang up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Wait for the guy who ... kisses&lt;br /&gt;your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who holds your hand in front of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he&lt;br /&gt;is to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who turns to his friends and says, ' That's her!! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4751534658394591550?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4751534658394591550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4751534658394591550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4751534658394591550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4751534658394591550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/tips-for-ladies-find-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8388985107103995953</id><published>2008-12-10T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:49:00.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some tips to understand a girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how&lt;br /&gt;long you will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... she is not at all&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL stares at you she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest .. she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says ' I love you ' .. she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says ' I miss you ' ... no one in this world can miss you more than&lt;br /&gt;that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8388985107103995953?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8388985107103995953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8388985107103995953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8388985107103995953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8388985107103995953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-tips-to-understand-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2358008906509298539</id><published>2008-12-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:25:00.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men should spend less time staring at a woman's body&lt;br /&gt;And set it on her beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should spend less time squeezing a woman's body&lt;br /&gt;And set it by shaking her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Some woman just want to be treated with respect.Ladies,it works both ways =) &lt;br /&gt;                                  If a guy treats u with respect,return the favour.Play nice everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2358008906509298539?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2358008906509298539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2358008906509298539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2358008906509298539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2358008906509298539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/men-should-spend-less-time-staring-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1334716365287021490</id><published>2008-12-07T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:47:00.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men always fret about what women want&lt;br /&gt;And what theyre always thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is,women are just as clueless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1334716365287021490?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1334716365287021490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1334716365287021490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1334716365287021490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1334716365287021490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/men-always-fret-about-what-women-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5959895405675947982</id><published>2008-12-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T22:34:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We do all sorts of things to fight ageing...&lt;br /&gt;But we forget the beauty of growing old,especially with someone to grow old with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5959895405675947982?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5959895405675947982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5959895405675947982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5959895405675947982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5959895405675947982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-do-all-sorts-of-things-to-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1345030791460439412</id><published>2008-12-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:25:18.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why guys likes girls: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say 'I miss you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We GUYS love them for a million more reasons, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No paper would do it justice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;A feeling.Only felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1345030791460439412?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1345030791460439412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1345030791460439412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1345030791460439412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1345030791460439412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-guys-likes-girls-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2839155107584165734</id><published>2008-12-04T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:52:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If u ask a married man if he's married,he'll hesitate..&lt;br /&gt;If u ask a married woman if she's married,she'll start talking about the kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2839155107584165734?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2839155107584165734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2839155107584165734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2839155107584165734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2839155107584165734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-u-ask-married-man-if-hes-marriedhell.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3167340009688501753</id><published>2008-11-27T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T12:45:02.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In achieving our dreams, we should not step on other people. We should help other people and share them our talents or gifts. Our dreams are founded on truth of our identity, therefore we should not be ashamed of who we are because it matters if we accepted ourselves as who we really are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3167340009688501753?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3167340009688501753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3167340009688501753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3167340009688501753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3167340009688501753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-achieving-our-dreams-we-should-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-19472463387537421</id><published>2008-11-24T12:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:37:19.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Intelligence plus character-&lt;br /&gt;That is the goal of true education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King JR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-19472463387537421?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/19472463387537421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=19472463387537421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/19472463387537421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/19472463387537421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/intelligence-plus-character-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5728907115496451065</id><published>2008-11-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:03:00.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 7 wonders in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes,they allow me to see and apreaciate the beauty of life n creation&lt;br /&gt;My nose,it helps me smell the wonderful scents of nature and perfumes =P&lt;br /&gt;My ears,they allow me to listen to what ppl has to say n understand them&lt;br /&gt;My tastebuds,wow!they let me indulge in the great food everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;My touch,without them,i can nvr feel the things i feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my most WONDERful ones are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense to learn.without knowledge,one is ever blind and lost&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,the sense to love.without is,one is as good as dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5728907115496451065?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5728907115496451065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5728907115496451065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5728907115496451065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5728907115496451065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-7-wonders-in-life-my-eyesthey-allow.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-69153527608284233</id><published>2008-11-21T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T16:50:00.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u feel hot,think twice before powering ur air con!why?coz if u understand balance,everything tats cold,wanna be hot n vice versa.so if ure hot,and u think tat the air con will help,think of how much heat the air con produces..it wont warm up ur room,but itll warm up the earth =) so ure actually making it worse...oooh!use a fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-69153527608284233?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/69153527608284233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=69153527608284233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/69153527608284233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/69153527608284233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-to-everyone-if-u-feel-hotthink.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1706974211500551525</id><published>2008-11-19T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:47:00.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone has had their own mmt of glory.a moment where they felt greatness n victory..a mmt where life tasted so sweet n nothing in this world could get any worse.yet,why are we all mulling abt now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get up n keep moving forward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1706974211500551525?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1706974211500551525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1706974211500551525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1706974211500551525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1706974211500551525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyone-has-had-their-own-mmt-of-glory.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1062058087692026280</id><published>2008-11-17T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:32:43.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In relationships,the woman benefits the most.coz the man owaz impresses  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1062058087692026280?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1062058087692026280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1062058087692026280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1062058087692026280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1062058087692026280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-relationshipsthe-woman-benefits-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5496452369043021303</id><published>2008-11-11T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:10:39.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is not about where u go&lt;br /&gt;But the footsteps u left in people's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all o level 'graduates',all the best for your future endeavors! cherish those memories! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5496452369043021303?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5496452369043021303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5496452369043021303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5496452369043021303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5496452369043021303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-is-not-about-where-u-go-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8124322336727318061</id><published>2008-11-09T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:56:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ever feel tat live isnt going the way u plan it to be,rmbr this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP being the spectator of ur own life!If live was a movie,be the LEAD.not the supporting act! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8124322336727318061?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8124322336727318061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8124322336727318061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8124322336727318061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8124322336727318061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-ever-feel-tat-live-isnt-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-9186422769505423694</id><published>2008-11-08T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:00:07.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do everything you're tasked with with all ur effort&lt;br /&gt;Anything more,do it with ur heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we learn to do everything and expect nothing or little in return,we will be contented =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-9186422769505423694?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/9186422769505423694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=9186422769505423694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9186422769505423694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9186422769505423694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/sincerity-do-everything-youre-tasked.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5889050651203339752</id><published>2008-11-06T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:55:29.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont think u know everything today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,everything might change....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5889050651203339752?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5889050651203339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5889050651203339752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5889050651203339752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5889050651203339752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-think-u-know-everything-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-4985270345380316060</id><published>2008-11-04T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:33:17.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Not Meant For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to love me&lt;br /&gt;You used to want me&lt;br /&gt;Although you never had my answer&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean that you should leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're going astray&lt;br /&gt;Now you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Just when I started to rely on you&lt;br /&gt;And I plead you to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I've made you cry&lt;br /&gt;And let you choose someone else&lt;br /&gt;But don't ever deny your destiny&lt;br /&gt;Because it must be the best for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever remember me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm not meant for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I beg and ask for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave him for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4985270345380316060?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4985270345380316060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4985270345380316060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4985270345380316060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4985270345380316060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-meant-for-you-you-used-to-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-4328929869185524753</id><published>2008-11-04T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:15:48.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if we wanna alive a happy and contented life,we have to be sincere about everything.how?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need to have no or little expectations. treat everything that were to happen as planned, as something good so as to not be disapointed if it doesnt end up the way its supposed to...this leads to contentment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can all count on hope to guide us bt Dont expect anything.even smtg small tat comes out of it,enjoy it!to live a live tat simply,and to be Grateful for every little thing,tat is indeed a blessed life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4328929869185524753?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4328929869185524753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4328929869185524753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4328929869185524753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4328929869185524753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/11/sincerity-i-guess-if-we-wanna-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-9123516471637708788</id><published>2008-10-27T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:03:00.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze&lt;br /&gt;and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow&lt;br /&gt;came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize&lt;br /&gt;how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all&lt;br /&gt;warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the&lt;br /&gt;sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly&lt;br /&gt;dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-9123516471637708788?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/9123516471637708788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=9123516471637708788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9123516471637708788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/9123516471637708788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bird-was-flying-south-for-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7519841248865326416</id><published>2008-10-27T11:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:50:45.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Festive Celebrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year when the parties are here!just a few friendly reminders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)To prevent hangover,dont pop tat aspirin or panadol.instead,drink lotsa water before u konk out.the headache is just u not having enough water the night before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Drink more plain water when ure drinking.helps cut down on ur shots n chugs(pissing a lot turns u off to drink even more) and it helps ur kidney n liver!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Watch the drink,watch the belongings n watch ur company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Be responsible!dont drive or ride when ure sloshed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7519841248865326416?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7519841248865326416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7519841248865326416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7519841248865326416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7519841248865326416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/festive-celebrations-its-time-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2289954251691820527</id><published>2008-10-26T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:01:30.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is defined as such: saying something other than the truth, knowing what the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit is not the same as lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit is saying something with the complete disregard for the truth in the attempt to make oneself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his share. But we tend to take the situation for granted. Most people are rather confident of their ability to recognize bullshit and to avoid being taken in by it. So the phenomenon has not aroused much deliberate concern. We have no clear understanding of what bullshit is, why there is so much of it, or what functions it serves. And we lack a conscientiously developed appreciation of what it means to us. In other words, as Harry Frankfurt writes, "we have no theory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt, one of the world's most influential moral philosophers, attempts to build such a theory here. With his characteristic combination of philosophical acuity, psychological insight, and wry humor, Frankfurt proceeds by exploring how bullshit and the related concept of humbug are distinct from lying. He argues that bullshitters misrepresent themselves to their audience not as liars do, that is, by deliberately making false claims about what is true. In fact, bullshit need not be untrue at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, bullshitters seek to convey a certain impression of themselves without being concerned about whether anything at all is true. They quietly change the rules governing their end of the conversation so that claims about truth and falsity are irrelevant. Frankfurt concludes that although bullshit can take many innocent forms, excessive indulgence in it can eventually undermine the practitioner's capacity to tell the truth in a way that lying does not. Liars at least acknowledge that it matters what is true. By virtue of this, Frankfurt writes, bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2289954251691820527?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2289954251691820527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2289954251691820527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2289954251691820527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2289954251691820527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/bullshit-lying-is-defined-as-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-5287991628747094789</id><published>2008-10-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:03:32.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the&lt;br /&gt;top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on so me of my droppings?" replied the bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're packed with nutrients."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough&lt;br /&gt;strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating&lt;br /&gt;some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of&lt;br /&gt;the tree.&lt;br /&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: BullShit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you&lt;br /&gt;there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-5287991628747094789?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/5287991628747094789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=5287991628747094789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5287991628747094789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/5287991628747094789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/turkey-was-chatting-with-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1459603876069025697</id><published>2008-10-24T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:11:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is indeed fair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEe can see tat through time,the problems n obstacles of men do seem to mellow down..on a more personal level,do we reli question God challenges to us qouting tat he doesnt care about us?i feel tat he does,coz ive owaz believed tat wat doesnt kill u,makes u stronger =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn n see the positive outlook of obstacles in life.afterall,obstacles are just things u see when u take ur eyes off ur goal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1459603876069025697?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1459603876069025697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1459603876069025697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1459603876069025697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1459603876069025697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-is-indeed-fair.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2180945692880953868</id><published>2008-10-19T10:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:20:29.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True love is not to posses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some times,it means letting the one u truly love..go....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2180945692880953868?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2180945692880953868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2180945692880953868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2180945692880953868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2180945692880953868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-love-is-not-to-posses-and-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-8043551931886631722</id><published>2008-10-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:46:00.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When is the right age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder when is the right age for everything.for now,i just wonder abt teaching kid some stuff.for example,i was reading in this magazine tat u shud educate ur kids in sexual ed even since young.well,i have no objections to tat!haha!wasnt having a naughty thought there but i do find it cute when they get all yucked up listening to their parents who wudve been embarrased by then.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point i wish to raise up is,why can we like teach them everything whenever we cn?to teach them i believe can be done at any age.even early.but to Understand,of coz takes maturity.to act on it,wud involve responsibility...and for evey action,u need to respond or react to it due to the consequences.n this take wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i believe we can teach them so theyll be exposed to it n are more aware.next,we make them understand in depth abt the matter.be it sex ed or some other topic(sometime i teach my students how to be mischevious too).n once the grasp the topic,tru action,they learn how to be responsible abt wat they do.which leads to the ability to react or respond to the actions.n after this,will we say tat one has truly mastered it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..seems like there more to things n learning than i tot.cant believe im actually typing this.the biggest suprise,didnt even realise it dawned on me..just now.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;educate&lt;br /&gt;understand&lt;br /&gt;act&lt;br /&gt;respond&lt;br /&gt;(TM! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EdUAcRes?haha..sounds catchy!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget this! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-8043551931886631722?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/8043551931886631722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=8043551931886631722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8043551931886631722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/8043551931886631722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-is-right-age-i-always-wonder-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-7989749539983214308</id><published>2008-10-16T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:56:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting Fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman tend to go after guys who remind them of their dads!&lt;br /&gt;And guys,their mums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!suprising but not untrue =P i can see this traits here n there.hohoho! if u ask me why,i guess tat every female wants a guy who'll be to her how her dad is to her mum.n the guy,a woman who can understand(put up maybe.hee~)  with him.so its only right.hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,unless ur dad is a wife beater or ur mum is a dictator at home,i dont think the children will do tat.but i do observe a trend in there.as in the psn still looks for a trait of the opposite parent in their future partner.cool huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-7989749539983214308?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/7989749539983214308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=7989749539983214308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7989749539983214308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/7989749539983214308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/interesting-fact-woman-tend-to-go-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-1733710070024331323</id><published>2008-10-12T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:32:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is patience virtuous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always pondered and asked this ques..esp pertaining to realtionships.i just watched a show n it reminded me so much of a personnal experience tat i tot ill share...the ques is,why does one,leave a partner amidst a time of in need of patience?imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple, A and B has been together for years.and for exampe,A knows B has been erring all this while.cud be any probs.personal prob,trait or even a habit tat A doesnt like. And so B goes on with the ways till one day A lays it on the table abt the prob at hand...now the million dollar question here is when A confronts B,then threatens or even leaves in the end,wats the point of bringing it up right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean if  A has been putting up with it,cant tat mmt,where B has realised the ways,can it be forgiven?i mean all this while its been overlooked anyway!so wat,u  wanna defend tat by saying,oh,im waiting for the right time.or..oh!dont worry,one day he or she will change crap.bah!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i dont understand is,why cant A just tell B abt it at the first place.the very mmt it was known tat the prob is imminent?why wait for YEARS and then u suddenly say u cant take it anymore just when the other realises it!stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me,if its an honest relationship,im sure the problem wudve been raised up.but then again,it depends of A n B are willing to take criticism or not.its no point pointing out the partners prob to make them into better ppl(although its according to our persception of ideal)..so its not easy.but definitely easier than to leave or be left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,at least in the story,the characters work it out..haiz~ lucky them =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-1733710070024331323?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/1733710070024331323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=1733710070024331323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1733710070024331323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/1733710070024331323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-patience-virtuous-i-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-4443785587845937824</id><published>2008-10-12T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:15:01.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A boy's Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Came across this story in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you sure I don't have enough money?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My mommy loves white roses.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body o f the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving... repost it as a story that touches your hear t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-4443785587845937824?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/4443785587845937824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=4443785587845937824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4443785587845937824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/4443785587845937824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys-love-i-was-walking-around-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-980898789385899296</id><published>2008-10-05T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:43:41.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tapau ur Troubles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always there to irritate us!me particularly!hahah...n of coz everyone i know..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once read that OBSTACLES ARE THINGS WE ENCOUNTER WHEN WE TAKE OUR EYES OFF THE GOAL..but then again,wats the goal in life?haha!is there an ultimate goal we have to achieve or smtg?why does life comes with a manual?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...troubles aside,i do my best not to worry too much abt anything..which is like DAMN hard coz i worry too much....so,i just do wat i can for all the problems or troubles i face along the way.but  the thing is,isit ever enough at times?bt tats antr story..coz if ure gonna think of it tat way,then ull just exert n stress yourself out...and kaput!may even get worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but reli...i feel we shud jsut do wat we can,WITHIN OUR POWER,or ABILITY for these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if smtg gd turns out from it,well,congrats!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not,dont be disheartened if anything bad happens..well,we tried our best didnt we?people can lose faith in u,but we shud nvr lose faith in ourself =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-980898789385899296?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/980898789385899296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=980898789385899296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/980898789385899296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/980898789385899296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/tapau-ur-troubles-always-there-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-3897145362894316636</id><published>2008-10-04T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:55:16.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is easier to darken the lightest heart&lt;br /&gt;Then to lighten the darkest of hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good may always prevail.but in the brightest day,even a shadow is cast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-3897145362894316636?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/3897145362894316636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=3897145362894316636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3897145362894316636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/3897145362894316636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-easier-to-darken-lightest-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri Zulfarhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13748124516419102183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-158e1rxl5B0/Tqej32HO1OI/AAAAAAAAADI/eGTr0vBqp3A/s220/PaaN%2527z%2BWerL1248.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304749.post-2095354160177094063</id><published>2008-10-04T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:23:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do we nvr know what we got till its gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is..apart from it being human nature to naturally adapt to things ard them,like having someone or smtg there owaz,they got so  used to it.but to have it taken away,then u feel the loss...its not say we take it for granted.well,some may but even no matter how much to try not to,u will somehow integrate it as part of ur life.so to lose smtg,even a habit or a trait will develop a sense of loss within u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can liken it to this example..u fell in love with ice lemon tea coz the first time u tasted it,the taste lingers.u love it so much tat u drink it everyday tat it become a routine for u..no matter how much sour..or thick or saturated or bland it can be sometimes,we still enjoy it...then one day u got diabetes n u cant drink it anymore...woah...tats when all the bitterness n the sweetness of the memories of the ice lemon tea will feel u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see,when u fell in love with someone,or smtg,u learnt to still love it despite the shortcomings.n so much so u adapt to it.it blends in with ur life n it becomes a part of u..who u are n who u'll be...n to have it taken from u is like taking away ur hand..or ur leg...so yeah..then ull learn to treasure those mmts when its so sweet.of coz,it owaz has been sweet.but reminisching it is owaz sweet coz u can no longer have it...tho its bitter at times,u still miss those time coz u feel tat no matter how bad it was,u still have it with u then.n now tat u no longer can,u dont mind if its bland or sour or wat not...as long as u can have it again..even if its the last time u ever wud...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304749-2095354160177094063?l=mein-kampf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/feeds/2095354160177094063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8304749&amp;postID=2095354160177094063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2095354160177094063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304749/posts/default/2095354160177094063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mein-kampf.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-we-nvr-know-what-we-got-till-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Azri 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