<?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-711172060586096816</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:12:17.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>☆LiSa김동완＠_べ</title><subtitle type='html'>I love LaRa=)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6377828632938483002</id><published>2009-12-06T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:32:23.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dear girl friends=)</title><content type='html'>Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hand up on him, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are wearing sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you are just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you.. The one who turn to his friends and says, that's her...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6377828632938483002?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6377828632938483002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6377828632938483002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6377828632938483002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6377828632938483002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-dear-girl-friends.html' title='To my dear girl friends=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7399400874162699015</id><published>2009-12-06T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:01:45.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smth super funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/Sxxh74zKwoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X6_f6JMIxhI/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/Sxxh74zKwoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X6_f6JMIxhI/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308533679669890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7399400874162699015?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7399400874162699015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7399400874162699015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7399400874162699015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7399400874162699015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/12/smth-super-funny.html' title='smth super funny'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/Sxxh74zKwoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/X6_f6JMIxhI/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1165237449134407322</id><published>2009-05-16T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:18:01.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>今夕是何年 by 李克勤</title><content type='html'>湮遠朝代 用宋體繪畫月牙 無眠難忘舊愛&lt;br /&gt;字體沾滿色彩&lt;br /&gt;跨過年代 沒法子安頓下來 霓虹隨隨目送舊愛&lt;br /&gt;又再被愛 短短悲哀又以秒速分開&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊床前明月光 為何無月光&lt;br /&gt;唐朝明月詩化了別緒&lt;br /&gt;至今急速生活裡 難過的只有隨浪去&lt;br /&gt;浮華時代追 如何能定居&lt;br /&gt;大概所有愛情只不過換到一刻憔悴&lt;br /&gt;流過市區 流進廢墟 化作亂絮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失去期待 像皺紙淺薄未來悠長年華沒法盛載&lt;br /&gt;又殺掉愛 戀戀花開上世紀的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;被細水推翻過去 情侶一一告退&lt;br /&gt;誰衝得破時間荏苒歷劫不衰&lt;br /&gt;滄海也被困在市集裡 深愛就如落霞泛潮水&lt;br /&gt;夕照一過所愛不後退 紅霞淡化開去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;床前明月光 為何無月光&lt;br /&gt;唐朝明月詩化了別緒&lt;br /&gt;至今急速生活裡 難過的只有隨浪去&lt;br /&gt;浮華時代追 如何能定居&lt;br /&gt;鬧市走過百萬人多少對活過一生情侶&lt;br /&gt;流過市區 流進廢墟 化作亂絮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;甜美似水 煩惱似水 化作年歲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song is very nice... it is true tat all the love cannot last long... well... i also hope i can hv an ever lasting true love... but i dun tink it's practical...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1165237449134407322?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1165237449134407322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1165237449134407322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1165237449134407322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1165237449134407322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/05/by.html' title='今夕是何年 by 李克勤'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8114955147153592133</id><published>2009-04-04T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:03:47.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>鍾無艷-謝安琪(Kay Tse)</title><content type='html'>I tink this song is actually quite sad... No matter how much the gal love the guy, he always go for someone else... it's kind of stupid but we all the same when we fall for someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲：Christopher Chak&lt;br /&gt;填詞：林夕&lt;br /&gt;編曲：陳珀&lt;br /&gt;監製：梁榮駿&lt;br /&gt;客串演出: 王貽興&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌詞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實我怕你總誇獎高估我堅忍&lt;br /&gt;其實更怕你只懂得欣賞我品行&lt;br /&gt;無人及我用字絕重拾了你信心&lt;br /&gt;無人問我可甘心演這偉大化身&lt;br /&gt;其實我想間中崩潰脆弱如戀人&lt;br /&gt;誰在你兩臂中低得不需要身份&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊無奈被你識穿這個念頭　得到好處的你&lt;br /&gt;明示不想失去絕世好友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒有得你的允許　我都會愛下去&lt;br /&gt;互相祝福心軟之際或者准我吻下去&lt;br /&gt;我痛恨成熟到　不要你望著我流淚&lt;br /&gt;但漂亮笑下去　彷彿冬天飲雪水&lt;br /&gt;被你一貫的讚許　卻不配愛下去&lt;br /&gt;在你悲傷一刻必須解慰找到我樂趣&lt;br /&gt;我甘於當副車　也是快樂著唏噓&lt;br /&gt;彼此這麼了解　難怪註定似兄妹一對&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其實我怕你的好感基於我修養&lt;br /&gt;其實最怕你的私心虧准我體諒&lt;br /&gt;無人問我寂寞像投何處去養傷&lt;br /&gt;原來是我的心境高到變為偶像&lt;br /&gt;誰情願照耀著別人就如月亮 &lt;br /&gt;為奴婢為你備飯奉茶是殘忍真相&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讓我決定我的快樂&lt;br /&gt;那須得你的允許　我都會愛下去&lt;br /&gt;互相祝福心軟之際或者准我吻下去&lt;br /&gt;我痛恨成熟到　不要你望著我流淚&lt;br /&gt;但漂亮笑下去　彷彿冬天飲雪水&lt;br /&gt;被你一貫的讚許　無須裝說下去&lt;br /&gt;在你悲傷一刻必須解慰找到我樂趣&lt;br /&gt;我甘於當副車　卻沒法撞入堡壘&lt;br /&gt;彼此這麼了解　難怪註定似兄妹一對&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的她怎允許　結伴觀賞雪的淚&lt;br /&gt;永不開封的汽水　讓我抱在懷內吻下去&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8114955147153592133?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQlLB-HVd5o' title='鍾無艷-謝安琪(Kay Tse)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8114955147153592133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8114955147153592133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8114955147153592133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8114955147153592133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/04/kay-tse.html' title='鍾無艷-謝安琪(Kay Tse)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8178284302490231164</id><published>2009-04-01T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:38:19.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap of Miss HK</title><content type='html'>Miss H.K. (Feat. Gold Mountain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap) Boom! The beating of the heart to the beat&lt;br /&gt;Is the start of the of the sound when we meet feet to feet&lt;br /&gt;And the Shuffle that we do is the Snare that we're in&lt;br /&gt;Cause you just won't let me in (Put your guard Down)&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you trying not to hear our music&lt;br /&gt;You refuse it, but your body can't stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;I think you're faking and I find your thinking&lt;br /&gt;Quite hard to believe and I'm taken aback&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking her back, tonight, that's right&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing her mind, tonight, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Little girl looking for love acting all reserved&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're not getting what you deserve&lt;br /&gt;But you deserve me and I deserve you&lt;br /&gt;And you can serve me but I won't serve you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just kidding like that, I know you like it&lt;br /&gt;You never had no need to hide it so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8178284302490231164?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hk.music.yahoo.com/album-song.html?songid=423262' title='Rap of Miss HK'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8178284302490231164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8178284302490231164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8178284302490231164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8178284302490231164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/04/rap-of-miss-hk.html' title='Rap of Miss HK'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8967357024911202080</id><published>2009-03-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T00:10:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>animal joke</title><content type='html'>One day the teacher decides to play an animal game. She holds up a &lt;br /&gt;picture of a giraffe and asks if anyone knows what it is. No one &lt;br /&gt;raises his/her hand. The teacher says "See it's long neck? What &lt;br /&gt;animal has a long neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally holds up her hand and asks if it is a giraffe. "Very good &lt;br /&gt;Sally," the teacher replies. Next she holds up a picture of a zebra. &lt;br /&gt;None of the students holds up his/her hands. "See the stripes on &lt;br /&gt;this animal? What animal has stripes?" Billy holds up his hand and &lt;br /&gt;says it is a zebra. "Very good Billy," the teacher replies. Next &lt;br /&gt;she holds up a picture of a deer. None of the students recognized &lt;br /&gt;the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See the big antlers on this animal. What animal has horns like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no one guesses. "Let me give you another hint, it's &lt;br /&gt;something your mother calls your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny shouts out "I know what it is, it's a horny bastard."One day the teacher decides to play an animal game. She holds up a &lt;br /&gt;picture of a giraffe and asks if anyone knows what it is. No one &lt;br /&gt;raises his/her hand. The teacher says "See it's long neck? What &lt;br /&gt;animal has a long neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally holds up her hand and asks if it is a giraffe. "Very good &lt;br /&gt;Sally," the teacher replies. Next she holds up a picture of a zebra. &lt;br /&gt;None of the students holds up his/her hands. "See the stripes on &lt;br /&gt;this animal? What animal has stripes?" Billy holds up his hand and &lt;br /&gt;says it is a zebra. "Very good Billy," the teacher replies. Next &lt;br /&gt;she holds up a picture of a deer. None of the students recognized &lt;br /&gt;the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See the big antlers on this animal. What animal has horns like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no one guesses. "Let me give you another hint, it's &lt;br /&gt;something your mother calls your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny shouts out "I know what it is, it's a horny bastard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8967357024911202080?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokes2go.com/jtoday.html' title='animal joke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8967357024911202080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8967357024911202080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8967357024911202080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8967357024911202080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/animal-joke.html' title='animal joke'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2989425909992608278</id><published>2009-03-15T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:07:46.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a personality test i did</title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2989425909992608278?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx' title='a personality test i did'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2989425909992608278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2989425909992608278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2989425909992608278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2989425909992608278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/personality-test-i-did.html' title='a personality test i did'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7547546716567455260</id><published>2009-03-07T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:44:29.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legal Consultation</title><content type='html'>A lawyer's dog, running about unleashed, bee-lines for a butcher shop and steals a roast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butcher goes to lawyer's office and asks, "if a dog running unleashed steals a piece of meat from my store, do I have a right to demand payment for the meat from the dog's owner?" The lawyer answers, "Absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you owe me $8.50. Your dog was loose and stole a roast from me today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer, without a word, writes the butcher a check for $8.50 [attorneys don't carry cash -- it's too plebeian -- and the butcher hadn't brought the shop's credit card imprinter to the lawyer's office].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several periods of time later -- it could be the next day but that would be unrealistic -- the butcher opens the mail and finds a bill from the lawyer: $100 for legal consultation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7547546716567455260?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokeswarehouse.com/cgi-bin/viewjoke2.cgi?id=20010825' title='Legal Consultation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7547546716567455260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7547546716567455260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7547546716567455260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7547546716567455260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/legal-consultation.html' title='Legal Consultation'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5056385754495088953</id><published>2009-03-07T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:43:02.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world's 1st profession</title><content type='html'>A doctor, and engineer, a rabbi and a lawyer were debating who was the world's first professional.&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor said "It must have been a doctor. Who else could have helpd with the world's first surgery of taking a rib from Adam to create Eve, the first woman.&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the rabbi. "It must have been a rabbi, since the Lord needed someone to help preach his message to Adam and the world.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," Said the engineer "The world was created in 6 days from nothing. Do you know what a master engineering feat that must have been to create the whole world into an orgnanized civilized place from utter choas?"&lt;br /&gt;"And WHO created the chaos?" said the lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5056385754495088953?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokeswarehouse.com/cgi-bin/viewjoke2.cgi?id=20001209' title='the world&apos;s 1st profession'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5056385754495088953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5056385754495088953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5056385754495088953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5056385754495088953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/worlds-1st-profession.html' title='the world&apos;s 1st profession'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1367712919124440763</id><published>2009-03-07T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:40:50.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you look alot like my wife</title><content type='html'>A serious drunk walked into a bar and, after staring for some time at the only woman seated at the bar, walked over to her and kissed her. She jumped up and slapped him silly. He immediately apologized and explained, "I'm sorry. I thought you were my wife. You look exactly like her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you worthless, insufferable, wretched, no good drunk!" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny," he muttered, "you even sound exactly like her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1367712919124440763?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ahajokes.com/bar005.html' title='you look alot like my wife'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1367712919124440763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1367712919124440763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1367712919124440763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1367712919124440763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-look-alot-like-my-wife.html' title='you look alot like my wife'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4960918531211558192</id><published>2009-03-07T08:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:39:48.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt get any money this time</title><content type='html'>A man in a bar sees a friend at a table, drinking by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching the friend he comments, "You look terrible. What's the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother died in August," he said, "and left me $25,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, that's tough," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then in September," the friend continued, "My father died, leaving me $90,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. Two parents gone in two months. No wonder you're depressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And last month my aunt died, and left me $15,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Three close family members lost in three months? How sad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then this month," continued, the friend, "absolutely nothing!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4960918531211558192?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ahajokes.com/bar004.html' title='i didnt get any money this time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4960918531211558192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4960918531211558192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4960918531211558192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4960918531211558192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-didnt-get-any-money-this-time.html' title='i didnt get any money this time'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4203617621359960661</id><published>2009-03-07T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:37:46.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake her hand</title><content type='html'>A drunk is taking a leak right on the street.&lt;br /&gt;A policeman says to him: &lt;br /&gt;- You could have done it behind the corner!&lt;br /&gt;- My dick is no fire hose, you know?&lt;br /&gt;An international competition for the title of the manliest man comprised three &lt;br /&gt;tests. Every participant must: &lt;br /&gt;1. Drink in one gulp a bottle of vodka; &lt;br /&gt;2. Walk into a cage and shake hands with a female bear, &lt;br /&gt;and 3. to make love to a woman from a remote Siberian village who never in her &lt;br /&gt;life took a bath.&lt;br /&gt;A Frenchman drank all of the vodka, and dropped dead.&lt;br /&gt;An Englishman drank vodka, then walked into the cage, and dropped dead when he &lt;br /&gt;saw the female bear.&lt;br /&gt;A Russian drank vodka, and walked into the cage. There was a noisy commotion, &lt;br /&gt;and then the Russian walked out of the cage, buttoning his pants, and asked, &lt;br /&gt;"Where is the woman to shake her hand?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4203617621359960661?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokepier.com/detail.php?return=1&amp;position=6' title='shake her hand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4203617621359960661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4203617621359960661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4203617621359960661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4203617621359960661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/shake-her-hand.html' title='shake her hand'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6181257704018940883</id><published>2009-03-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:31:33.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bug on windshield</title><content type='html'>A man and his wife are driving down the highway  having a fight over the &lt;br /&gt;husband sleeping with another woman. The wife takes out a knife and cuts of the &lt;br /&gt;mans penis and throws it out the window. The penis splats onto the windshield of &lt;br /&gt;the car that is following and rolls off. The 14 year old girl riding with her &lt;br /&gt;dad says "What was that Dad?" The father says "It was just a bug honey". The &lt;br /&gt;daughter replies "Wow Dad, that bug sure had a big dick".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6181257704018940883?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokepier.com/detail.php?jid=10853&amp;position=0&amp;categoryid=2&amp;cat=1' title='bug on windshield'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6181257704018940883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6181257704018940883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6181257704018940883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6181257704018940883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2009/03/bug-on-windshield.html' title='bug on windshield'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1329404306432033272</id><published>2008-10-15T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:01:30.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>江若琳, 錯愛</title><content type='html'>This is Elaine's new album. I think it is also her first album bah. She has very nice voice and best part is she's same age as me=)&lt;br /&gt;But tat dae i watch tv, they said she got a rumors now...I dunno whether solve or not...but i hope she wun be affected too much. This kind of thing is very common for entertainment industry. Hope she will take it easy.=)&lt;br /&gt;曾話離別太等閒事 你想放手我竟仇視&lt;br /&gt;無論明白我連累你 即使你曾是未介意&lt;br /&gt;曾為你想過偉大一次 退出這愛情行開一次&lt;br /&gt;到你真的變心 我卻心酸失意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知你都太好人事 再多缺點也不歧視&lt;br /&gt;其實容納過維護過 結局更壞我都應該滿意&lt;br /&gt;無奈我心裡過份寵愛 沒法放低一時感慨&lt;br /&gt;仍是每晚也在意 望你再示意 還是愛根本要自私&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢相信 和你戀愛無默契 不經意被旁人代替&lt;br /&gt;你話過肯犧牲 我便要一生一世 情感不想荒廢&lt;br /&gt;即使失禮 容這三角情面世 仍願意不惜這一切&lt;br /&gt;停留於 迴旋處 任由我 從此失勢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰令投入再不投入 何又明日再等明日&lt;br /&gt;全日尋覓你纏住你 繼續這樣會多唉聲嘆氣&lt;br /&gt;無奈我心裡過份寵愛 沒法放低一時感慨&lt;br /&gt;仍是每晚也在意 望你再示意 還是愛根本要自私&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢相信 和你戀愛無默契 不經意被旁人代替&lt;br /&gt;你話過肯犧牲 我便要一生一世 情感不想荒廢&lt;br /&gt;即使失禮 容這三角情面世 仍願意不惜這一切&lt;br /&gt;停留於 迴旋處 任由愛 全部超出估計&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不敢相信 和你戀愛無下世 心早已改變全白費&lt;br /&gt;我沒有講分手 切勿要功虧一簣 情感不想荒廢&lt;br /&gt;即使失禮 容這三角情面世 難道要施展攻心計&lt;br /&gt;停留於 迴旋處 任由愛 來生轉世&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1329404306432033272?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tw.mojim.com/tw52452.htm' title='江若琳, 錯愛'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1329404306432033272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1329404306432033272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1329404306432033272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1329404306432033272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='江若琳, 錯愛'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4630258748617720206</id><published>2008-08-05T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:53:32.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dunno y...these few daes feel abit insecure...feel like smth going to happen...i very scare it's smth bad and really bad...cuz i dunno whether i will be strong enuf to take it or accept it...haiz...i hope my feeling is wrong...i wish things i worry will not happen to me...but we all noe tat sometimes things always happen in an opposite way...the more worried u feel, the higher chance the thing is going to happen...god bless...hopefully nothing going to happen to me...pls...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4630258748617720206?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4630258748617720206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4630258748617720206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4630258748617720206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4630258748617720206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/08/dunno-y.html' title=''/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6048293509695882890</id><published>2008-07-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:49:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my singfest...my alisia keys</title><content type='html'>i wan go singfest...my darling alisa got come to s'pore... but...but...haiz...the ticket is too expensive...i prefer to buy more alisa's album to support her leh...haiz...haiz...who can buy me ticket???i will be super happie de=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6048293509695882890?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6048293509695882890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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you-이민우</title><content type='html'>Yeah~ I know what you’re thinkin’ about ya know (Oh yeah~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;여자가 귀찮다고 생각했던 나&lt;br /&gt;너를 처음 바라본 그 순간 난 무너저 버렸어 uh~&lt;br /&gt;그러다 사랑때메 바보가 되는건&lt;br /&gt;그렇게도 싫어했는대 믿을수 없어&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;어색하긴 하지만~ 나 싫지않은 느낌인걸&lt;br /&gt;하루 종일 언제나~ 구름 속을 걷는 기분인걸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you my love 내 안애 모든걸&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna make you feel lonely 기억해죠 잊지마&lt;br /&gt;너와 함께라면 어디라도 좋아&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby girl, I´m falln´ in love, Oh baby I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;수줍어 내개 말을 건내 I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;이렇게 맹세해~ 때로는 네 방에 나 침대라도 되고싶다는 생각에&lt;br /&gt;나도 몰래 웃곤하지 You know what I´m sayin´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;조금 모자라지만~ 따듯하게 감싸줄께&lt;br /&gt;시간이 더 지나도~ 지금 처럼 항상 아껴 줄께~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you my love 내 안애 모든걸&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna make you feel lonely 기억해죠 잊지마&lt;br /&gt;너와 함께라면 어디라도 좋아&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby girl, I´m fallin´ in love, Oh baby I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That´s right dawg. Hold up a second mommy&lt;br /&gt;순간 I´ll tell ya mommy 널 원해도 내게 다가올수 있도록&lt;br /&gt;시간을 그대로 that´s what you´d all like (you´re the only one for me)&lt;br /&gt;그대의 수 많은 고민 덜어 줄 나란 남자 여기있어 can I get a witness?&lt;br /&gt;나 이제 그대와 함께 just like you´re my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you my love (Be with you my love~) 내 안애 모든걸&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna make you feel lonely (Yeah~) 기억해죠 잊지마&lt;br /&gt;너와 함께라면 어디라도 좋아 (어디라도~)&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby girl, I´m fallin´ in love, Oh baby I love you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you to love me (내 모든 걸~) 내 안애 모든걸&lt;br /&gt;I don´t wanna hurt you forever (Oh~) 기억해죠 잊지마&lt;br /&gt;매일 같이 봐도 자꾸 보고싶어&lt;br /&gt;난 언제나 너의 곁에 (너의 곁에) Oh can´t let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only wanna see you smile&lt;br /&gt;(Oh baby girl, I´m fallin´ in love, I love you my girl)&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let you go now&lt;br /&gt;(You´re the one for me, 널 사랑해, forever more)&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[출처] If You... - 이민우(M)|작성자 이정호&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1259186038840741162?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1259186038840741162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1259186038840741162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1259186038840741162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1259186038840741162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-you.html' title='if you-이민우'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-28469104762684750</id><published>2008-07-20T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T18:15:40.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet sweet love...hehe=P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SIPjGndg4mI/AAAAAAAAANo/mXidKV-2SDI/s1600-h/Photo0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SIPjGndg4mI/AAAAAAAAANo/mXidKV-2SDI/s320/Photo0217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269695491400290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-28469104762684750?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/28469104762684750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=28469104762684750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/28469104762684750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/28469104762684750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-sweet-lovehehep.html' title='sweet sweet love...hehe=P'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SIPjGndg4mI/AAAAAAAAANo/mXidKV-2SDI/s72-c/Photo0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6769855573768718951</id><published>2008-07-20T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:43:32.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cinderella wish</title><content type='html'>Cinderella was now 75 years old. After a fulfilling life with the now dead Prince, she happily sat upon her rocking chair, watching the world go by from her front porch, with a cat called Alan for companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny afternoon, out of nowhere, appeared the Fairy Godmother. Cinderella said: 'Fairy Godmother, what are you doing here after all these years?'&lt;br /&gt;The Fairy Godmother replied: 'Well Cinderella, since you have lived a good, wholesome life since we last met, I have decided to grant you 3 wishes. Is there anything for which your heart still yearns?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella is taken aback, overjoyed and after some thoughtful consideration and almost under her breath she uttered her first wish. 'I wish I was wealthy beyond comprehension.' Instantly her rocking chair was turned into solid gold. Cinderella was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella said 'Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother!' The Fairy Godmother replied 'It is the least I can do. What is your second wish?' Cinderella looked down at her frail body and said: 'I wish I was young and full of the beauty of youth again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once, her wish having been desired, became reality, and her beautiful youthful visage had returned. Cinderella felt stirrings inside her that had been dormant for years and long forgotten vigour and vitality began to course through her very soul. Then the Fairy Godmother spoke again: 'You have one more wish, what shall you have?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella looked over to Alan, who was now quivering in the corner with fear. 'I wish you to transform my old cat, Alan, into a beautiful and handsome young man.' Magically, Alan suddenly underwent so fundamental a change in his biologicial make up, that when he stoof before her, he was a boy, so beautiful the like of which she nor the world had ever seen, so fair indeed that birds begun to fall from the sky at his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fairy Godmother said: 'Congratulations Cinderella! Enjoy your new life.' With a blazing shock of bright blue electricity, she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few moments, Alan and Cinderella looked into each other's eyes. Cinderella sat, breathless, gazing at the most stunningly perfect boy she had ever seen. Then Alan walked over to Cinderella, who sat transfixed in her rocking chair, and held her close in his muscular arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leant close to her ear, and into her ear breathed as much as whispered, blowing her golden hair with his warm breath, 'I bet you regret having my balls chopped off now, don't you?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6769855573768718951?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6769855573768718951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6769855573768718951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6769855573768718951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6769855573768718951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/cinderella-wish.html' title='cinderella wish'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-113526085310870362</id><published>2008-07-20T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:30:57.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>轉機</title><content type='html'>Recently i listen one song called "轉機" by wilber pan. This song the chorus part is quite nice. i tink Taiwanese r really very gd at mandarin. they use the dbl meaning of "轉機". It's quite fun but i noe my mandarin cannot make it...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;凌晨的飛機　最孤單的飛行&lt;br /&gt;從相機裡面檢視著回憶&lt;br /&gt;背景是殘影&lt;br /&gt;我哪裡都不想再去&lt;br /&gt;到哪裡　都觸景傷情&lt;br /&gt;把遺憾托運　易碎的情緒我手提&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊想膩在一起　我卻身不由己&lt;br /&gt;你每次傷心　我每次缺席&lt;br /&gt;遙遠的距離&lt;br /&gt;我以為我們的愛情&lt;br /&gt;誓言裡　還會有轉機&lt;br /&gt;沒想到陌生機場　寫下結局&lt;br /&gt;各自的轉機&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我放不過我自己&lt;br /&gt;轉一圈回到了原地&lt;br /&gt;眼淚是一種提醒　我還愛你&lt;br /&gt;讓一切歸零&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我放不過我自己&lt;br /&gt;仍相信愛會有奇蹟&lt;br /&gt;人群中我找到你　我抱著你　(尋找我們的轉機我抱著你)&lt;br /&gt;我們的愛情　還未完待續&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我放不過我自己　眼淚是一種提醒&lt;br /&gt;讓我們一起回憶　我們的愛情&lt;br /&gt;我放不過我自己　眼淚是一種提醒&lt;br /&gt;我們的　我們的　我們的　愛愛愛愛&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-113526085310870362?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/113526085310870362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=113526085310870362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/113526085310870362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/113526085310870362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='轉機'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3971889517382951559</id><published>2008-07-20T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:23:26.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my babe lara=)</title><content type='html'>i love my babe lara...she's going 7 months soon...now lara is a big gal liao...naughty but oso cutie..but sometimes, lara really annoy me until i super angry wif her...hehe...maybe tat's the reason she's super scared of me now...but it's gd 4 her lah...i prefer i act like the bad person while my bf act like the nice one...den she will noe wat is discipline n how to behave lor.my big gal now is abt 18kg liao...i hope she wont grow too fat until one dae mummy cannot carry her anymore...hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3971889517382951559?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3971889517382951559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3971889517382951559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3971889517382951559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3971889517382951559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-babe-lara.html' title='i love my babe lara=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7580262001395908007</id><published>2008-07-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:54:30.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet family=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SIHyBrdwSXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EVqKRNyvscM/s1600-h/Photo0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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No!? Wanna do lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your legs tired? You've been running through my mind all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I borrow a quarter? I want to call my mom and tell I just met the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman asks, "Excuse me, do you have the time?" Man answers, "Yes, do you have the energy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have directions to your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have your phone number? I seem to have lost mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to see something really swell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is perfectly pH balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a quarter? My mother told me to call home when I met the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a mirror in your pocket? (Why?) 'Cause I could see myself in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your stomach? Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go out for a pizza and a screw? What, you don't like pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office copy machine "Reproducing eh?" "Can I help?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask: "Do you know what winks and screws like a tiger?" (No?) Wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried those weird prickly condoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Use index finger to call someone over then say) I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I gave you a sexy negligee, would there be anything in it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, do you want to screw, or should I apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you free tonight, or will it cost me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could fall madly in bed with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget that. Playing doctor is for kids. Let's play gynecologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, can I tickle your belly from the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quarter....call your roommate and tell her you won't be coming home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, let's go back to my place and get something straight between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, do you know why you should masturbate with these two fingers? Because they're mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you sit on my lap and we'll see what pops up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... How am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go down on the first date, how about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a really bad day and it always makes me feel better to see a pretty girl smile. Would you smile for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like every bone in your body, especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up beautiful in the thesaurus today, and your name was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be Fred Flintstone, but I bet I can make your Bed Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I buy you a drink, or do you just want the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my teddy bear. Would you sleep with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like short love affairs? I hate them. I've got all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 265 bones in the human body. How would you like one more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we must make love on the front lawn like crazed weasels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to melt in your mouth, not in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a Pony Carousel outside Wal-Mart, so I could ride you all day long for a quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bird watcher and I'm looking for a Big Breasted Bed Thrasher, have you seen one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a necrophiliac, how good are you at playing dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like American Express; you don't want to leave home without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm new in town, could I have directions to your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, ma'am, is that dress felt? Would you like it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cut your arms off, you'd look just like Venus de Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a car, I would wax you and ride you all over town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a new hamburger at McDonald's, you would be McGorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas, could I spend some time between the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inheriting eighty million bucks doesn't mean much when you have a weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it hot in here or is it just you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, miss, do you give head to strangers? No? Well, then, allow me to introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a tic-tac in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your daddy a thief? Then how did he steal the sparkle of the stars and put it in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me milk; I'll do your body good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to my place and do the things I'll tell everyone we did anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss, if you've lost your virginity, can I have the box it came in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is like the Energizer bunny with its batteries in backwards: it keeps coming and coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is . That's so you'll know what to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice dress, can I talk you out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shoes. Want to screw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that was a Braille name tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me, but what pickup line works best with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue, I like spaghetti, let's go screw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw me if I'm wrong, but don't you want to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw me if I'm wrong, but is your name Yolanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap on my bedroom floor tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shirt looks very becoming on you, but if I were on you, I'd be coming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm missing my teeth just means that there's more room for your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time is always the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to play carnival? That's where you sit on my face and I try to guess your weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was your dad a farmer? Cause you sure have great melons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you like Gin and platonic, or do you prefer Scotch and sofa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to dance? I guess a screw is out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what would look good on you? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really love to screw your brains out, but it appears someone beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your panties with Windex? Because I can really see myself in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look like a girl that has heard every line in the book, so what's one more going to hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not be the best looking girl here, but beauty is only a light switch away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be from Pearl Harbor, cause baby you're the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be jelly, cause jam don't shake like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the whitest teeth I've ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body's name must be Visa, because it's everywhere I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daddy must have been a baker, because you've got a nice set of buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear must be made out of Windex, because I can see myself in them tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-944928111536376847?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=356&amp;id=1' title='pick-up lines'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/944928111536376847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=944928111536376847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/944928111536376847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/944928111536376847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/pick-up-lines.html' title='pick-up lines'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5635252919899347731</id><published>2008-07-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:51:15.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfier in heaven</title><content type='html'>An avid golfer dies and goes to heaven. He is met by St. Peter who tells him, "Welcome to Heaven. I know you will be pleased to know that this is the best golf course in the universe!" The man's eyes turn cloudy. St. Peter says, "And the weather here is always good." A tear begins to form in the man's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter says, "And there is never any lines of people when you want to golf." A tear starts dropping from the man's other eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter hurriedly says, "And your drives go at least 50 yards further up here." The man is now sniffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter then says, "And you will never have more than two puts on any of the greens." The man is now sobbing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Peter asks, "Hey, what is the matter with you? I thought you would be overjoyed. Why the tears?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answers, "If my wife hadn't fed me all of that healthy food, I would have been here five years earlier!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5635252919899347731?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=363&amp;id=1' title='Golfier in heaven'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5635252919899347731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5635252919899347731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5635252919899347731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5635252919899347731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/golfier-in-heaven.html' title='Golfier in heaven'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3392676157411753090</id><published>2008-07-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:47:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the elevator</title><content type='html'>A small white guy gets into an elevator, when he&lt;br /&gt;gets in he notices a huge&lt;br /&gt;black dude standing next to him. The big dude looks&lt;br /&gt;down upon the small guy&lt;br /&gt;and says: "7 foot tall, 350 pounds, 20 inch dick, 3&lt;br /&gt;pound left ball, 3 pound&lt;br /&gt;right ball, Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small white guy faints! The big dude picks up&lt;br /&gt;the small guy, brings him&lt;br /&gt;to, slapping his face and shaking him, and asks the&lt;br /&gt;guy, "What's wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small white guy says, "Excuse me but what did&lt;br /&gt;you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big dude looks down and says "7 foot tall, 350&lt;br /&gt;pounds, 20 inch dick, 3&lt;br /&gt;pound left ball, 3 pound right ball, my name is&lt;br /&gt;Turner Brown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small guy says, "Thank god, I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;'Turn around.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3392676157411753090?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=422&amp;id=1' title='In the elevator'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3392676157411753090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3392676157411753090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3392676157411753090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3392676157411753090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-elevator.html' title='In the elevator'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5386859045147193027</id><published>2008-07-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:45:46.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a man's world</title><content type='html'>How many men does it take to open a beer?&lt;br /&gt;None. It should be opened by the time she brings it.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why is a Laundromat a really bad place&lt;br /&gt;to pick up a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Because a woman who can't even afford&lt;br /&gt;a washing machine will probably&lt;br /&gt;never be able to support you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do women have smaller feet than men?&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those "evolutionary things"&lt;br /&gt;that allows them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when a woman is about&lt;br /&gt;to say something smart?&lt;br /&gt;When she starts her sentence with&lt;br /&gt;"A man once told me..."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you fix a woman's watch?&lt;br /&gt;You don't. There is a clock on the oven.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men break wind more than women?&lt;br /&gt;Because women can't shut up long enough to build up the required pressure.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If your dog is barking at the back door&lt;br /&gt;and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?&lt;br /&gt;The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?&lt;br /&gt;A woman that won't do what she's told.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I married Miss Right.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know her first name was Always.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to my wife for 18 months:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to interrupt her.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have discovered a food&lt;br /&gt;that diminishes a woman's sex drive by 90%.&lt;br /&gt;It's called a Wedding Cake.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is a 3-ring circus:&lt;br /&gt;Engagement Ring, Wedding Ring, Suffering.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Our last fight was my fault:&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked me "What's on the TV?"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Dust!"&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;God created the earth and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Then God created Man and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Then God created Woman.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men die before their wives?&lt;br /&gt;They want to.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A beggar walked up to a well-dressed woman shopping on Rodeo Drive and said,&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't eaten anything for days."&lt;br /&gt;She looked at him and said, "God, I wish I had your willpower."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Young Son:&lt;br /&gt;"Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some&lt;br /&gt;parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad:&lt;br /&gt;That happens in every country, son.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classified:&lt;br /&gt;"Wife Wanted."&lt;br /&gt;The next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing:&lt;br /&gt;"You can have mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5386859045147193027?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=448&amp;id=1' title='a man&apos;s world'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5386859045147193027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5386859045147193027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5386859045147193027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5386859045147193027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/mans-world.html' title='a man&apos;s world'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7446400730106592149</id><published>2008-07-13T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:39:25.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad florist</title><content type='html'>A local florist just went out of business, but it was his own&lt;br /&gt;fault. He kept getting his orders mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman received flowers sent by her husband, who was at a&lt;br /&gt;business meeting in Florida. She was perplexed by the message&lt;br /&gt;on her card: "Our deepest sympathy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was not nearly as surprised as the woman whose husband&lt;br /&gt;had just passed away. Her card read, "Hotter here than I&lt;br /&gt;expected. Too bad you didn't come too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7446400730106592149?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7446400730106592149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7446400730106592149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7446400730106592149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7446400730106592149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-florist.html' title='bad florist'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8461478512155755571</id><published>2008-07-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:38:03.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dog food</title><content type='html'>A middle aged woman stopped at the local grocery store each day for&lt;br /&gt;months, she always bought just one large can of dog food. One day the&lt;br /&gt;grocery clerk ask the woman what kind of dog she had? she replied, I&lt;br /&gt;don't have a dog, my husband eats this for his lunch each day and he&lt;br /&gt;likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk said, madam this is not fit for human consumption,&lt;br /&gt;it could make him sick, maybe even kill him. The woman purchased the&lt;br /&gt;dog food and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued daly for months, then she stopped coming into&lt;br /&gt;the store. Several week later she stopped in and bought a loaf of&lt;br /&gt;bread, the clerk ask if she wanted any dog food, she replied,&lt;br /&gt;no, my husband passed away several weeks ago. The clerk said I tried to&lt;br /&gt;warn you, that dog food could kill your husband. The woman said, OH,&lt;br /&gt;the dog food had nothing to do with it, he was crossing the road and&lt;br /&gt;stopped to lick his ass, and was hit by a car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8461478512155755571?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=555&amp;id=1' title='dog food'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8461478512155755571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8461478512155755571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8461478512155755571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8461478512155755571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/dog-food.html' title='dog food'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4946468624690852585</id><published>2008-07-13T20:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:35:54.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golden saloon</title><content type='html'>A guy comes home completely drunk one night. He lurches through the&lt;br /&gt;door and is met by his scowling wife, who is most definitely not happy.&lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell have you been all night?" she demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At this new bar," he says. "The Golden Saloon. Everything there is golden.&lt;br /&gt;It's got huge golden doors, a golden floor and even the urinal's gold!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife still doesn't believe his story, and the next day checks the&lt;br /&gt;phone book, finding a place across town called the Golden Saloon.&lt;br /&gt;She calls up the place to check her husband's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this the Golden Saloon?" she asks when the bartender answers the&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is," bartender answers.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have huge golden doors?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure do." "Do you have golden floors?"&lt;br /&gt;"Most certainly do."&lt;br /&gt;"What about golden urinals?"&lt;br /&gt;There's a long pause, then the woman hears the bartender yelling,&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Duke, I think I got a lead on the guy that pissed in your&lt;br /&gt;saxophone last night!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4946468624690852585?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=556&amp;id=1' title='golden saloon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4946468624690852585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4946468624690852585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4946468624690852585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4946468624690852585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden-saloon.html' title='golden saloon'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2020356853432136113</id><published>2008-07-13T20:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:34:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Man</title><content type='html'>A woman goes to a psychiatrist and says, ''Doctor, you've got to do something about my husband -- he thinks he's a refrigerator!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I wouldn't worry too much about it,'' the doctor replies. "Lots of people have harmless delusions. It will pass.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''But you don't understand,'' the woman insists. ''He sleeps with his mouth open, and the little light keeps me awake.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2020356853432136113?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jokes.comedycentral.com/joke_of_day.aspx?adjustDate=1' title='Refrigerator Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2020356853432136113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2020356853432136113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2020356853432136113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2020356853432136113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/refrigerator-man.html' title='Refrigerator Man'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5721812063308652879</id><published>2008-07-13T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:33:27.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superamarket mother</title><content type='html'>A young man was walking through a supermarket to pick a few things when he noticed an old lady following him around. Thinking nothing of it, he ignored her and continued on. Finally, he went to the checkout line, but she got in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look just like my son who just died recently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry," replied the young man, "Is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she said. "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Goodbye mother'? It would make me feel much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," answered the young man. As the old woman was leaving, he called out, "Goodbye mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he stepped up to the checkout counter, he saw that his total was $127.50. "How can that be?" he asked, "I only purchased a few things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5721812063308652879?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5721812063308652879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5721812063308652879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5721812063308652879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5721812063308652879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/superamarket-mother.html' title='superamarket mother'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-81481767603097328</id><published>2008-07-09T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:15:21.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my sweetie lara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTkFMm6zaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LrFPK1Q49ig/s1600-h/Lara+1+n+half+mths-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTkFMm6zaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LrFPK1Q49ig/s320/Lara+1+n+half+mths-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221048645964189090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTj98iwEOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XaLpW07E4ws/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTj98iwEOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XaLpW07E4ws/s320/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221048521392656610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjzSwnG-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cve2gTeD3gU/s1600-h/15022008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjzSwnG-I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cve2gTeD3gU/s320/15022008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221048338377808866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjrlJvJxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Kfw-CZDwjA0/s1600-h/13022008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjrlJvJxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Kfw-CZDwjA0/s320/13022008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221048205876078354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjgFHSsVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Wf3INGH-nTw/s1600-h/11032008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTjgFHSsVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Wf3INGH-nTw/s320/11032008(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221048008297328978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-81481767603097328?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/81481767603097328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=81481767603097328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/81481767603097328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/81481767603097328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sweetie-lara.html' title='my sweetie lara'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SHTkFMm6zaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/LrFPK1Q49ig/s72-c/Lara+1+n+half+mths-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6416836164326158046</id><published>2008-07-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T09:10:38.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random jokes</title><content type='html'>i hvnt updated my blog 4 very long liao...here r some new jokes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Q: Why do men whistle when they're sitting on the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;  A: Because it helps them remember which end they need to wipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Q: Why are women so bad at mathematics? &lt;br /&gt;  A: Because men keep telling them that this&lt;br /&gt;  |&lt;----------------------&gt;| &lt;br /&gt;  is 12 inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Cash, check or charge?" I asked after folding items the woman wished to&lt;br /&gt;  purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I notice a remote control for a&lt;br /&gt;  television set in her purse. "Do you always carry your TV remote?" I &lt;br /&gt;  asked.&lt;br /&gt;   "No," she replied. "But my husband refused to come shopping with me, so I&lt;br /&gt;  figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joe, the neighborhood chronic borrower approached his &lt;br /&gt;  neighbor, "Ray, may I borrow your axe?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Not today," Ray replied, "I have to make soup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What kind of excuse it that?!" demanded Joe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well," confessed Ray, "I admit its a lousy excuse.  But, if I &lt;br /&gt;  don't want to loan you my axe, one excuse is as good as &lt;br /&gt;  another."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6416836164326158046?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jokes2go.com/jtoday.html' title='random jokes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6416836164326158046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6416836164326158046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6416836164326158046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6416836164326158046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-jokes.html' title='random jokes'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5481276684116685283</id><published>2008-06-09T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:13:13.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>llllllllara</title><content type='html'>todae i brought lara to c the vet...so sad...my poor little gal got skin prob...but the cause of it was her fault...she always slept on her pee pee...n the urine cause the bacteria infection on her skin...hopefully she will learn her lesson thru dis... Moreover, todae i was oso very lucky...i met someone very nice...he volunteered to send us back cuz i couldnt get a cab...even though i was very rude to him at first, he still offered me a leave...hehe...i should sae sry to him...but i didnt...cuz i was keep saeing tnk u...heehee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5481276684116685283?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5481276684116685283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5481276684116685283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5481276684116685283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5481276684116685283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/06/llllllllara.html' title='llllllllara'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1694560253338768404</id><published>2008-06-03T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:50:28.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wannie's profile</title><content type='html'>KIM DONG WAN &lt;br /&gt;Born:  November 21, 1979&lt;br /&gt;Height/Weight:  176 cm (5' 9") / 60 kg (132 lbs)&lt;br /&gt;School:  SangMyung University&lt;br /&gt;TV dramas:  My Dearest Love (Suk-joo); A Farewell to Tears (Jung-woo); Beating Heart (Sung-jae); Children of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Movie:  Spin Kick&lt;br /&gt;He is a singer in the all-male K-pop group. Shinhwa.&lt;br /&gt;Articles:  KBS Global 3/20/08 (Shinhwa Members Celebrate 10th Anniversary of their Debut); Korea Times 7/10/07;  Chosun Ilbo 12/2/06; KBS Global 6/8/05 &lt;br /&gt;Shopping:   Collectibles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1694560253338768404?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1694560253338768404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1694560253338768404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1694560253338768404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1694560253338768404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/06/wannies-profile.html' title='Wannie&apos;s profile'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2789464774493184573</id><published>2008-05-08T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:14:34.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOlZuCb6-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kUTEyvYDzWY/s1600-h/n585540358_550164_9761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOlZuCb6-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kUTEyvYDzWY/s320/n585540358_550164_9761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198180256189246434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOlEOCb69I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wuHnvGEM2wc/s1600-h/n503932523_48590_4261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOlEOCb69I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wuHnvGEM2wc/s320/n503932523_48590_4261.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179886822058962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOkkeCb68I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xNfeVNr7Qxs/s1600-h/n1638570021_8159_1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOkkeCb68I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xNfeVNr7Qxs/s320/n1638570021_8159_1106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198179341361212354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2789464774493184573?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2789464774493184573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2789464774493184573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2789464774493184573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2789464774493184573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_08.html' title=''/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SCOlZuCb6-I/AAAAAAAAAHs/kUTEyvYDzWY/s72-c/n585540358_550164_9761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4164599217450140419</id><published>2008-05-05T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:21:34.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete...</title><content type='html'>i still remember i told dear dear before when i just got together with him. I told him that if a guy sing this song to me, i will feel very touched..hehe...dear, u still owe me dis song oh..heehee...here is the lyrics...u muz practice=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights Fancy restaurants&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world that a man could want&lt;br /&gt;Got a bank account bigger than the law should allow&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lonely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty faces from the covers of the magazines&lt;br /&gt;From their covers to my covers wanna lay with me&lt;br /&gt;Fame and fortune still can't find&lt;br /&gt;Just a grown man running out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊Even though it seems I have everything&lt;br /&gt;　I don't wanna be a lonely fool&lt;br /&gt;　All of the woman All the expensive cars&lt;br /&gt;　All of the money don't amount to you&lt;br /&gt;　So I can make believe I have everything&lt;br /&gt;　But I can't pretend that I don't see&lt;br /&gt;　That without you girl my life is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you girl ahh　Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfume Your sexy lingerie&lt;br /&gt;Girl I remember it just like it was on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;A Thursday you told me you had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure that I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;Winter summer spring and fall&lt;br /&gt;But bein without you just ain't livin ain't nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If I could travel back in time&lt;br /&gt;I'd relive the days you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you girl ahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't help lovin you&lt;br /&gt;But I loved you much too late&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything And everying To hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat ＊,＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you girl Without you girl my life&lt;br /&gt;Without you girl hoo　My life my life is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;without you girl my life is incomplete　Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;without you girl my life is incomplete　Oh yaer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4164599217450140419?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4164599217450140419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4164599217450140419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4164599217450140419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4164599217450140419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/05/incomplete.html' title='incomplete...'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5264094289478662907</id><published>2008-05-05T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:36:45.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wannie=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB65AF3P4hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JF6rwuV7NF4/s1600-h/Dong+wan65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB65AF3P4hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JF6rwuV7NF4/s320/Dong+wan65.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196794431257174546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB64hF3P4gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kPUYS_vNwlg/s1600-h/z50556919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB64hF3P4gI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kPUYS_vNwlg/s320/z50556919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196793898681229826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5264094289478662907?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5264094289478662907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5264094289478662907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5264094289478662907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5264094289478662907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='wannie=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB65AF3P4hI/AAAAAAAAAHU/JF6rwuV7NF4/s72-c/Dong+wan65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4939692389535497271</id><published>2008-05-04T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T23:53:40.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers for shinhwa=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB6qiF3P4fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMO44KE52E/s1600-h/shinhwa+10+yr+anni.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB6qiF3P4fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMO44KE52E/s320/shinhwa+10+yr+anni.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196778522698310130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shinhwa has formed for ten yrs alr...but dis yr, they r going army...so they will be away 4 2 yrs...i will miss them alot de...esp my wannie...heehee=P...cheers for them and i will continue supporting them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4939692389535497271?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4939692389535497271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4939692389535497271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4939692389535497271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4939692389535497271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheers-for-shinhwa.html' title='Cheers for shinhwa=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/SB6qiF3P4fI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qaMO44KE52E/s72-c/shinhwa+10+yr+anni.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1570888942920541620</id><published>2008-04-29T01:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:10:59.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to prove a point</title><content type='html'>A man drinks a shot of whiskey every night before bed. After years of this, the wife wants him to quit; she gets two shot glasses, filling one with water and the other with whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting him to the table that had the glasses, she brings his bait box. She says "I want you to see this." She puts a worm in the water it, and it swims around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts a worm in the whiskey, and the worm dies immediately. She then says, feeling that she has made her point clear, "what do you have to say about this experiment?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responds by saying: "If I drink whiskey, I won't get worms!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1570888942920541620?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ahajokes.com/bar041.html' title='I&apos;m trying to prove a point'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1570888942920541620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1570888942920541620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1570888942920541620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1570888942920541620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-trying-to-prove-point.html' title='I&apos;m trying to prove a point'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-125337582347942044</id><published>2008-04-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T00:01:01.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This pill allows you to fly</title><content type='html'>A man went into a bar in a high rise. He saw another man take a pill, take a drink, walk to the window and jump out. He flew around for a minute and zipped back into the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the amazed newcomer watched, the man repeated this twice more. Finally the man asked if he could have a pill. The flier said it was his last one. The man offered five hundred dollars to no avail, so he made a final offer of a thousand dollars. The man said that it was all he had on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flier reluctantly gave in, took the cash, surrendered the pill, and turned back to the bar. The man took the pill, took a drink, went to the window, and jumped out only to fall to his death. The bartender walked over to the flier at the bar and, wiping a glass, said, "You sure are mean when you're drunk, Superman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-125337582347942044?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ahajokes.com/bar035.html' title='This pill allows you to fly'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/125337582347942044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=125337582347942044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/125337582347942044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/125337582347942044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-pill-allows-you-to-fly.html' title='This pill allows you to fly'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5691679836574631826</id><published>2008-04-28T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:53:56.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elephant &amp; turtle</title><content type='html'>There once was a baby elephant and a baby turtle drinking from a river deep in the jungle. For no reason, the turtle reaches over and bites the elephant's tail, really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years later, the same elephant, now grown up, is by the same river, having a drink with his giraffe buddy, when the same turtle that bit him on the tail all those years ago wanders up to the river. The elephant rears back a leg and kicks the turtle as hard as he can, sending him flying way off into the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that?" the giraffe asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we both were babies, that turtle bit my tail for no reason," the elephant replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! You must have a good memory!" exclaimed the giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!" said the elephant. "I've got Turtle-Recall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5691679836574631826?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5691679836574631826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5691679836574631826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5691679836574631826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5691679836574631826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/elephant-turtle.html' title='elephant &amp; turtle'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-799705603002413281</id><published>2008-04-28T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:52:55.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I have a great diet. You're allowed to eat anything you&lt;br /&gt;   want, but you must eat it with naked fat people." - Ed Bluestone "Have&lt;br /&gt;   you ever noticed? Anybody going slower than you is an idiot, and&lt;br /&gt;   anyone going faster than you is a moron." - George Carlin "You have to&lt;br /&gt;   stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day&lt;br /&gt;   when she was 60. She's 97 today and we don't know where the hell she&lt;br /&gt;   is." - Ellen DeGeneris "Don't spend two dollars to dry clean a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;   Donate it to the Salvation Army instead. They'll clean it and put it&lt;br /&gt;   on a hanger. Next morning buy it back for seventy-five cents." -&lt;br /&gt;   Billiam Coronel "I'm desperately trying to figure out why kamikaze&lt;br /&gt;   pilots wore helmets." - Dave Edison "Did you ever notice when you blow&lt;br /&gt;   in a dog's face he gets mad at you? But when you take him in a car he&lt;br /&gt;   sticks his head out the window." - Steve Bluestone "I think men who&lt;br /&gt;   have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've&lt;br /&gt;   experienced pain and bought jewelry." - Rita Rudner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-799705603002413281?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/799705603002413281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=799705603002413281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/799705603002413281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/799705603002413281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-great-diet.html' title=''/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7401459251466043325</id><published>2008-04-28T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:49:37.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>single</title><content type='html'>This is the lyrics for "single"&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics is sad but the song is nice.=)&lt;br /&gt;誰也絕不過你　和你鬥早心死&lt;br /&gt;那最多可笑可怕也未算可悲&lt;br /&gt;逢場做戲　當看雜技&lt;br /&gt;到現在還是很配服你&lt;br /&gt;幸福送到嘴邊　亦硬生生放棄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊ 為了救急　造夢都想起相識得到甚麼&lt;br /&gt;　決記不起我性格太易難過&lt;br /&gt;　既己知道是自助　拿我所需的路過&lt;br /&gt;　我沒有旁人要得多　才能臨危熄火&lt;br /&gt;　旁人大鬧抗議　我卻靜坐&lt;br /&gt;　誰知起因　卻記後果&lt;br /&gt;　但最不開心的　不會是我＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;難過極了　要笑　自我貶低縮小&lt;br /&gt;細到一粒細沙的痛又有多少&lt;br /&gt;來回對照　哪有預兆&lt;br /&gt;算命但結果不再重要&lt;br /&gt;值得叫我開心　為甚麼不喪笑&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7401459251466043325?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7401459251466043325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7401459251466043325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7401459251466043325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7401459251466043325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/single.html' title='single'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-914932711169679948</id><published>2008-04-28T23:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:51:38.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=="</title><content type='html'>A guy goes over to his friend's house, rings the bell, and the wife&lt;br /&gt;   answers.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   " Hi, is Tony home?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   " No, he went to the store."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   "Well, you mind if I wait?"&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   " No, come in."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   They sit down and the friend says, "You know Nora, you have the&lt;br /&gt;   greatest breasts I have ever seen. I'd give you a hundred bucks if I&lt;br /&gt;   could just see one."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Nora thinks about this for a second and figures what the hell - a&lt;br /&gt;   hundred bucks. She opens her robe and shows one. He promptly thanks&lt;br /&gt;   her and throws a hundred bucks on the table.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   They sit there a while longer and Chris says, "They are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;   I've got to see the both of them. I'll give you another hundred bucks&lt;br /&gt;   if I could just see the both of them together."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Nora thinks about this and thinks what the hell, opens her robe, and&lt;br /&gt;   gives Chris a nice long look. Chris thanks her, throws another hundred&lt;br /&gt;   bucks on the table, and then says he can't wait any longer and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   A while later Tony arrives home and his wife says, "You know, your&lt;br /&gt;   weird friend Chris came over. "&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Tony thinks about this for a second and says "Well did he drop off the&lt;br /&gt;   200 bucks he owes me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-914932711169679948?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/914932711169679948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=914932711169679948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/914932711169679948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/914932711169679948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='==&quot;'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1849260221394721587</id><published>2008-04-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:32:36.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another wonderful singer</title><content type='html'>I like one hk singer a lot recently... her name is Miriam Yeung Chin Wah. She has been in entertainment line for a few yrs..but her major is actually movie rather than singing...However, i juz realised her voice is very nice...&lt;br /&gt;she got one song tat is very famous...it's called single...if u r interested, please go n search 4 it=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1849260221394721587?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1849260221394721587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1849260221394721587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1849260221394721587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1849260221394721587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-wonderful-singer.html' title='another wonderful singer'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1952537386330144111</id><published>2008-01-29T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:02:09.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breath again</title><content type='html'>Have you wondered how it feels when it's all over&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how it feels when you just have to start anew&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing where you're going when you face a brand new day&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that way, now I just close my eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I just wanna breathe again&lt;br /&gt;Learn to face the joy and pain&lt;br /&gt;Discover how to laugh a little, cry a little, live a little more&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna face the day &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the woes of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I hope a little, try a little more &lt;br /&gt;I'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out again is never easy &lt;br /&gt;Disappointments come and go but life still moves on&lt;br /&gt;With a bit of luck it's a brand new start that might just work my way&lt;br /&gt;No need to walk away, don't wanna live on life's replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out fine &lt;br /&gt;If you can find the courage to look past the night&lt;br /&gt;To see the break of dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1952537386330144111?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1952537386330144111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1952537386330144111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1952537386330144111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1952537386330144111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2008/01/breath-again.html' title='Breath again'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4727549419484765663</id><published>2007-11-22T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T04:02:24.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Why human always treasure things when they lost it? Then they will question themselve why they never treasure it in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I treasure my dear the most. He is the motivation for me to live on and he's the engine that push me to do everything. I treasure him until i scare. I know how painful if you lost something or someone you treasure the most. Just like my grandfather, my dog and even my childhood. I really miss them a lot. I miss the time, i hope i can relive that period of time. But i know i cant. Time only flies forward not backward. How i wish i could spend every single moment with my grandfather and my dog. But it's too late now. So i just want to treasure what i have now. I do not want to cry for losing in the future.&lt;br /&gt;My dear asked me before, why i so scare i will lose him. It is because i treat him as the most important person in this world. He is part of my life, and he controls my destiny. He is not only my boyfriend, he is also my family. My only family member left in this world. If i lose him, i will lose my way back home as well. I dont want to lose the only family member i left. I want to hold his hands tightly. But i also worry i give him too much pressure. I know he feel very pressured now...i do not mean to give him so much pressure...I also want him enjoy in this relationship. But i dont know what should i know. I cant see how i future is going to be... I just hope everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4727549419484765663?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4727549419484765663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4727549419484765663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4727549419484765663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4727549419484765663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2475480406614357128</id><published>2007-11-16T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:27:16.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>86 Ways to Know If You're Chinese</title><content type='html'>1. You look like you are 18.&lt;br /&gt;2. You like to eat chicken feet.&lt;br /&gt;3. You suck on fish heads and fish fins.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have a Chinese knick-knack hanging on your rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;5. You sing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your house is covered with tile.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your kitchen is covered by a sticky film of grease.&lt;br /&gt;8. Your stove is covered with aluminum foil.&lt;br /&gt;9. You leave the plastic covers on your remote control.&lt;br /&gt;10. You've never kissed your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;11. You've never hugged your mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your unassisted vision is worse than 20/500.&lt;br /&gt;13. You wear contacts, to avoid wearing your "coke bottle glasses".&lt;br /&gt;14. You've worn glasses since you were in fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;15. Your hair sticks up when you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;16. You'll haggle over something that is not negotiable.&lt;br /&gt;17. You love to use coupons.&lt;br /&gt;18. You drive around looking for the cheapest petrol.&lt;br /&gt;19. You drive around for hours looking for the best parking space.&lt;br /&gt;20. You take showers at night.&lt;br /&gt;21. You avoid the non-free snacks in hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;22. You don't mind squeezing 20 people into one motel room.&lt;br /&gt;23. Most girls have more body hair than you, if you are male.&lt;br /&gt;24. You tap the table when someone pours tea for you.&lt;br /&gt;25. You say "Aiya!" and "Wah!" frequently.&lt;br /&gt;26. You don't want to wear your seatbelt because it is uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;27. You love Las Vegas, slot machines, and blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;28. You unwrap Christmas gifts very carefully, so you can reuse the paper.&lt;br /&gt;29. You only buy Christmas cards after Christmas, when they are 50% off.&lt;br /&gt;30. You have a vinyl tablecloth on your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;31. You spit bones and other food scraps on the table. That's why you need the vinyl tablecloth. 32. You have stuff in the freezer since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;33. You use the dishwasher as a dish rack.&lt;br /&gt;34. You have never used your dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;35. You keep a Thermos of hot water available at all times.&lt;br /&gt;36. You eat all meals in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;37. You save grocery bags, tin foil, and tin containers.&lt;br /&gt;38. You have a piano in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;39. You pick your teeth at the dinner table (but you cover your mouth).&lt;br /&gt;40. You twirl your pen around your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;41. You hate to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;42. You have Tupperware in your fridge with three bites of rice or one leftover chicken wing.&lt;br /&gt;43. You don't own any real Tupperware - only a cupboard full of used but carefully rinsed margarine tubs, takeout containers, and jam jars.&lt;br /&gt;44. You also use the jam jars as drinking glasses.&lt;br /&gt;45. You have a collection of miniature shampoo bottles that you take every time you stay in a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;46. You carry a stash of your own food whenever you travel (travel means any car ride longer than 15 minutes). These snacks are always dried and include dried plums, mango, ginger, and squid.&lt;br /&gt;47. You wash your rice at least 2-3 times before cooking it.&lt;br /&gt;48. Your dad thinks he can fix everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;49. The dashboard of your Honda is covered by hundreds of small toys.&lt;br /&gt;50. You don't use measuring cups.&lt;br /&gt;51. You beat eggs with chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;52. You have a teacup with a cover on it.&lt;br /&gt;53. You always look phone numbers up in the phone book, since calling information (*69) costs 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;54. You only make long distance calls after 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;55. If you are male, you clap at something funny and if you are female, you giggle whilst placing a hand over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;56. You like Chinese films in their original undubbed versions.&lt;br /&gt;57. You love Chinese Martial Arts films.&lt;br /&gt;58. You've learnt some form of martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;59. Shaolin actually means something to you.&lt;br /&gt;60. You like congee with thousand-year-old eggs.&lt;br /&gt;61. You prefer your shrimp with the heads and legs still attached.&lt;br /&gt;62. You never call your parents just to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;63. If you don't live at home, when your parents call, they ask if you've eaten, even if it's midnight.&lt;br /&gt;64. When you're sick, your parents tell you not to eat fried foods or baked goods due to yeet hay .&lt;br /&gt;65. You know what yeet hay is.&lt;br /&gt;66. You e-mail your Chinese friends at work, even though you only 10 feet apart.&lt;br /&gt;67. You use a face cloth.&lt;br /&gt;68. You starve yourself before going to all you can eat places.&lt;br /&gt;69. You know someone who can get you a good deal on jewelry or electronics.&lt;br /&gt;70. You save your old Coke bottle glasses even though you're never going to use them again.&lt;br /&gt;71. You own your own meat cleaver and sharpen it.&lt;br /&gt;72. Your toothpaste tubes are all squeezed paper-thin.&lt;br /&gt;73. You know what moon cakes are.&lt;br /&gt;74. When there is a sale on toilet paper, you buy 100 rolls and store them in your closet or in the bedroom of an adult child who has moved out.&lt;br /&gt;75. Your parents know how to launch nasal projectiles.&lt;br /&gt;76. You iron your own shirts.&lt;br /&gt;77. You play a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;78. Even if you're totally full, if someone says they're going to throw away the leftovers on the table, you'll finish them.&lt;br /&gt;79. You've eaten a red bean popsicle.&lt;br /&gt;80. You bring oranges (or other produce) with you as a gift when you visit people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;81. You fight over who pays the dinner bill.&lt;br /&gt;82. You majored in something practical like engineering, medicine or law.&lt;br /&gt;83. You live with your parents and you are 30 years old (and they prefer it that way). Or if you're married and 30 years old, you live in the apartment next door to your parents, or at least in the same neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;84. You don't tip more than 10% at a restaurant, and if you do, you tip Chinese delivery guys/waiters more.&lt;br /&gt;85. You have acquired a taste for bitter melon.&lt;br /&gt;86. You eat every last grain of rice in your bowl, but don't eat the last piece of food on the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2475480406614357128?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?s=ebe4411caecbca9f1ee17d3f3cbff093&amp;t=158514&amp;page=2' title='86 Ways to Know If You&apos;re Chinese'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2475480406614357128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2475480406614357128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2475480406614357128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2475480406614357128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/86-ways-to-know-if-youre-chinese.html' title='86 Ways to Know If You&apos;re Chinese'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3320033242111612770</id><published>2007-11-16T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:13:49.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bank</title><content type='html'>Some not too smart gangsters decide to rob a bank.&lt;br /&gt;After several days of planning they agree on the best plan. The next day they get to work and are able to get into the bank relatively easy thanks to their planning.&lt;br /&gt;Once inside the main vault they discover one wall is full of safety deposit boxes and start to work on them immediately.&lt;br /&gt;They drill and pry open the first box only to find a small container of vanilla pudding inside.&lt;br /&gt;The Head Gangster says:"Okay, well, at least we can eat it."&lt;br /&gt;So they eat the pudding.&lt;br /&gt;They drill and pry open up the second Safety deposit box and there sits another pudding.&lt;br /&gt;They decide to devour it too. Determined to find the goods, the process continues for the rest of the night until all the safety deposit boxes have been opened.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't find any money or jewelry in any of the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed the head gangster said:"Well, at least they left something for us to eat"&lt;br /&gt;The next day, while listening to the news they hear: "Yesterday the largest sp-erm bank in the USA was robbed by an unknown group of people."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3320033242111612770?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=158514' title='bank'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3320033242111612770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3320033242111612770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3320033242111612770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3320033242111612770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/bank.html' title='bank'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4910238654607517035</id><published>2007-11-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:10:30.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wan family</title><content type='html'>Caller: Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan? (anyone)&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No, I want to speak to Annie Wan!&lt;br /&gt;Operator: You are talking to someone! Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm Sam Wan (someone) And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone! But what'sthis urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noel Wan ( no one ) wasinvolved in an accident. Noel Wan got injured and now Noel Wan is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan is on his way to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Look if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have time for this!&lt;br /&gt;Caller: You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'm Saw Lee. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4910238654607517035?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=158514' title='Wan family'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4910238654607517035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4910238654607517035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4910238654607517035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4910238654607517035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/wan-family.html' title='Wan family'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4643035645537672849</id><published>2007-11-15T23:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:06:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p3 promoting test</title><content type='html'>A Primary School teacher was having trouble with one of her students.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Harry, what is your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the Primary 1. My sister is in Primary 3and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in Primary 3 too!"&lt;br /&gt;The teacher took Harry to the principal's office. While Harry waited in theouter office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was.&lt;br /&gt;The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failedto answer any of his questions he was to go back to the Primary 1, andbehave. The teacher agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Harry was brought in. The conditions were explained, and Harry agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "9"&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "36"&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a Primary 1student should know. The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to Primary 3."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked the principal, "May I ask him some tougher questions?"&lt;br /&gt;The principal and Harry both agree.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a cow have four of that I have only two?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Legs."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"&lt;br /&gt; (Theprincipal wondered, why does she ask such a question!)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pockets."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a dog do when a man steps in?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pants."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What starts with a C and ends with a T, and it is hairy, oval,delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?"&lt;br /&gt;(The principal's eyes openreally wide and before he could stop the answer...)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Coconut."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What goes in hard ! and pink then comes out soft and sticky?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Bubblegum."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down anddog doon three legs?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Shake hands."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Now I will ask some 'Who am I' sort of questions, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up.I get wet before you do." Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Tent."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. Thebest man always has me first." What am I?&lt;br /&gt;(Principal was looking restlessand a bit tense)&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Wedding Ring."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blowme, I feel good." What am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "A Nose."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with aquiver." What am I?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "An Arrow."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lotof excitement?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Firetruck."&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put this*** in Primary 6! I got the last 10 questions all wrong myself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4643035645537672849?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=158514' title='p3 promoting test'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4643035645537672849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4643035645537672849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4643035645537672849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4643035645537672849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/p3-promoting-test.html' title='p3 promoting test'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3614202026166992243</id><published>2007-11-15T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:58:52.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in Japan</title><content type='html'>A Japanese man was in a hurry to go to the KLIA airport, so he took a Proton taxi.&lt;br /&gt;The taxi driver took his sweet time driving within the speed limit but the Jap was getting impatient.&lt;br /&gt;The following is their conversation on the way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;A Toyota Camry overtook t he taxi.....zoom....&lt;br /&gt;Jap: Look ...look ...Toyota!! ...very fast!!!.... made in Japan! Proton...no good.... made in Malaysia .&lt;br /&gt;Driver: yah....&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes a Nissan overtook the taxi....zoom.&lt;br /&gt;Jap: look.... look.... Nissan!!!..... very good!! very fast! made in Japan! Proton.... no good.... made in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Driver: yah....yah...&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes a Honda overtook the taxi...zooom. !&lt;br /&gt;Jap: look.... look... Honda!!.... very GOOD!!....very fast!!....made in Japan! Proton...no good...made in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Driver: yah...yah...yah....!&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the airport,the Jap is about to pay the taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;Jap: How much?&lt;br /&gt;Driver: RM150/-&lt;br /&gt;Jap: Oh... very expensive..... you overcharge ! !&lt;br /&gt;Driver: Noooo .... look .... look .... Sony meter!!....very good!!.... very fast!.... Made in Japan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3614202026166992243?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=158514' title='Made in Japan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3614202026166992243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3614202026166992243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3614202026166992243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3614202026166992243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/made-in-japan.html' title='Made in Japan'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7658671191389474167</id><published>2007-11-15T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:54:54.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is in charge?</title><content type='html'>The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge.&lt;br /&gt;Each organ took a turn to speak up:&lt;br /&gt;Brain........ I should be in charge because I run all body functions.&lt;br /&gt;Blood........ I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Stomach... I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Legs......... I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes......... I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;Arsehole.....I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.&lt;br /&gt;All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the arsehole very mad. To prove his point, the arsehole immediately slammed tightly closed and stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - The other organs agreed to let the arse be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE ARSEHOLE THAT IS IN CHARGE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7658671191389474167?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.playpark.net/showthread.php?t=158514' title='who is in charge?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7658671191389474167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7658671191389474167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7658671191389474167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7658671191389474167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-is-in-charge.html' title='who is in charge?'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6257212486708240278</id><published>2007-11-15T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:51:39.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is marketing?</title><content type='html'>You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;br /&gt;You go up to her and say,"I am very rich. Marry me!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's Direct Marketing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.One of your friends goesup to her and pointing at you says,He's very rich. Marry him."&lt;br /&gt;"That's Advertising."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and get her telephone number.The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me."&lt;br /&gt;"That's Telemarketing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink.You open the door for her,pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say,"By the way, I'm very rich "Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's Public Relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.She walks up to you and says, "You are very rich, I want to marry you."&lt;br /&gt; "That's Brand Recognition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.You go up to her and say,"I'm rich. Marry me"&lt;br /&gt;She gives you a nice hard slap on your face."That's Customer Feedback."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6257212486708240278?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6257212486708240278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6257212486708240278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6257212486708240278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6257212486708240278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-marketing.html' title='what is marketing?'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1431666172069800446</id><published>2007-10-02T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:57:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH5YRHcLkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dTsjeBss1TI/s1600-h/DSC00401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116644846976380482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH5YRHcLkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dTsjeBss1TI/s320/DSC00401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH5NBHcLjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uWAE0Uvm5KY/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116644653702852146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH5NBHcLjI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uWAE0Uvm5KY/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss my stupid dog......I will forever remember you....SO please remember me as well. Dont forget me............please..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1431666172069800446?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1431666172069800446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1431666172069800446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1431666172069800446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1431666172069800446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-miss-my-dog.html' title='i miss my dog'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH5YRHcLkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dTsjeBss1TI/s72-c/DSC00401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5058438486647694857</id><published>2007-10-02T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:42:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite COmmic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH18xHcLhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-aaFOBfobEo/s1600-h/o1494110609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116641075995094546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH18xHcLhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-aaFOBfobEo/s320/o1494110609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5058438486647694857?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.wretch.cc/blog/cwwany&amp;article_id=15875944' title='My Favourite COmmic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5058438486647694857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5058438486647694857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5058438486647694857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5058438486647694857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-favourite-commic.html' title='My Favourite COmmic'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RwH18xHcLhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-aaFOBfobEo/s72-c/o1494110609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4128838294828846414</id><published>2007-10-02T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:25:02.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dollar for the lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A little girl asked her mother for a dollar to give to an old lady in the park. Her mother was touched by the child's kindness, and gave her the required sum."There you are, my dear," said the mother. "But, tell me, isn't the lady able to work any more?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oh yes," came the reply. "She sells candy."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4128838294828846414?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/short%20humor%20jokes' title='dollar for the lady'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4128838294828846414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4128838294828846414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4128838294828846414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4128838294828846414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/dollar-for-lady.html' title='dollar for the lady'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-396084848851251876</id><published>2007-10-02T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:23:43.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother-in-law joke</title><content type='html'>A married couple was in a terrible accident where the man's face was severely burned.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from his body because he was too skinny. So the wife offered to donate some of her own skin.&lt;br /&gt;However, the only skin on her body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from her buttocks.&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the Skin came from, and they requested that the doctor also honor their secret.&lt;br /&gt;After all, this was a very delicate matter. After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the man's new face. He looked more handsome than he ever had before! All his friends and relatives just went on and on about his youthful beauty!&lt;br /&gt;One day, he was alone with his wife, and he was overcome with emotion at her sacrifice. He said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. How can I possibly repay you?"&lt;br /&gt;My darling," she replied, "I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-396084848851251876?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/Mother-in-law%20jokes' title='mother-in-law joke'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/396084848851251876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=396084848851251876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/396084848851251876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/396084848851251876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/mother-in-law-joke.html' title='mother-in-law joke'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1450086297085443698</id><published>2007-10-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:18:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sniffer</title><content type='html'>A man had just settled into his seat next to the window on the plane when another man sat down in the aisle seat and put his black Labrador Retriever in the middle seat next to the man.&lt;br /&gt;The first man looks very quizzically at the dog and asks why the dog is allowed on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;The second man explained that he is a DEA agent and the dog is a "sniffing dog". His name is Sniffer and he's the best there is. I'll show you once we get airborne, when I put him to work."&lt;br /&gt;The plane takes off, and once it has leveled out, the agent says "Watch this. He tells Sniffer to "search". Sniffer jumps down, walks along the aisle, and finally sits very purposefully next to a woman for a several seconds. Sniffer then returns to its seat and puts one paw on the agent's arm. The agent says, "Good boy", and he turns to the man and says: That woman is in possession of marijuana, so I 'm making a note of her seat number and the authorities will apprehend her when we land."&lt;br /&gt;"Say, that's pretty neat" replies the first man.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the agent sends Sniffer to search the aisles. The Lab sniffs about, sits down beside a man for a few seconds, returns to its seat, and this time, he places TWO paws on the agent's arm. The agent says, "That man is carrying cocaine, so again, I m making a note of his seat number for the police."&lt;br /&gt;"I like it!" says his seat mate.&lt;br /&gt;The agent then told Sniffer to "search" again. Sniffer walked up and down the aisles for a little while,sat down for a moment, and then came racing back to the agent, jumped into the middle seat and proceeded to poop all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;The first man is really grossed out by this behavior and can't figure out how or why a well-trained dog would act like that, so he asks the agent,"What's going on?"The agent nervously replied,"He just found a bomb!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1450086297085443698?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/animal%20jokes' title='sniffer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1450086297085443698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1450086297085443698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1450086297085443698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1450086297085443698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/sniffer.html' title='sniffer'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-410427023939676418</id><published>2007-10-02T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:16:46.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs prayer?</title><content type='html'>A lady approaches a priest and tells him, "Father, I have a problem . I have these two talking female parrots, but they only know how to say one thing. They keep saying "Hi, we're hot. Do you want a date?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed. "But I do have a solution to your problem. Bring your two parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots to whom I have taught to pray and read the bible.My parrots will then teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase, and your female parrots will learn to pray and worship."&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, the lady brings her female parrots to the priest's house.&lt;br /&gt;The priest's two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her female talking parrots in with the male alking Parrots, and the female parrots say, " Hi, we're hot. Do you want a date?"&lt;br /&gt;One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and screams, " Put your Bible away Idiot, our prayers have been answered!!!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-410427023939676418?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/animal%20jokes' title='Who needs prayer?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/410427023939676418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=410427023939676418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/410427023939676418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/410427023939676418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/who-needs-prayer.html' title='Who needs prayer?'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8222146895840538035</id><published>2007-10-02T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:14:11.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magician and parrot</title><content type='html'>There was this magician who had a job on a cruise liner, entertaining the passengers with a nightly show. He was very successful in his job and there was always a full house at all his performances. Life was sweet. The money was rolling in, he had one of the best cabins, ate the best food, mixed with the best people. All was fine until one day the captain bought a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the parrot's day was going along to see the magician in action in the evening. During the magician's performances, the parrot would watch him very carefully during each trick, and immediately after the magician had completed the trick the parrot would call out in a loud squark, " It's up his sleeve, it's up his sleeve," or, " It's down his trousers, it's down his trousers," each time ruining the magician's trick.Well life was no longer as sweet and the magician started to struggle to satisfy the passengers. The magician naturally got very tired of the parrot and longed to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;Then one night in the middle of the magician's performances, the ship hit an iceberg and sank. Everyone was killed except for the magician and the parrot. The magician managed to swim to a piece of wreckage, climbed aboard and collapsed. The parrot flew towards the magician and perched on the edge of the raft and stared at the magician.&lt;br /&gt;For a whole day the magician was unconscious, and all this time the parrot did not take his eyes off him. Eventually the magician started to stir, and looked up not really knowing where he was or what had happened. He eventually found enough energy to sit up. He then noticed the parrot, who had not stopped focusing his eyes on him all this time.&lt;br /&gt;"All right I give up..." chirped the parrot, ". What have you done with the ship?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8222146895840538035?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/animal%20jokes' title='Magician and parrot'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8222146895840538035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8222146895840538035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8222146895840538035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8222146895840538035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/magician-and-parrot.html' title='Magician and parrot'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1647463628220886199</id><published>2007-10-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:11:10.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Late</title><content type='html'>Tom was in his early 50s, retired and started a second career.&lt;br /&gt;However, he just couldn't seem to get to work on time. Every day, he was five, 10, 15 minutes late.But, he was a good worker and real sharp, so the boss was in a quandary about how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one day he called Tom into his office for a talk."Tom, I have to tell you, I like your work ethic. You do a bang- up job, but your being late so often is quite bothersome."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know boss and I am working on it."&lt;br /&gt;"Well good, you are a team player. That's what I like to hear. It's odd though, your coming in late. I know you're retired from the Air Force. What did they say if you came in late there?"&lt;br /&gt;"They said, 'Good morning, General."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1647463628220886199?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/Office%20jokes' title='Always Late'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1647463628220886199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1647463628220886199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1647463628220886199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1647463628220886199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/always-late.html' title='Always Late'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8876985949915162808</id><published>2007-10-01T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:07:41.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boss</title><content type='html'>A guy phones up his Boss, but gets the bosses' wife instead:"I'm afraid he died last week. " she explains.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the man calls again and asks for the boss."I told you" the wife replies, "he died last week."&lt;br /&gt;The next day he calls again and once more asks to speak to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts:&lt;br /&gt;"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING?"&lt;br /&gt;" Coz . . ." he replied laughing, "I just love hearing it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8876985949915162808?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://funnyjokes4me.blogspot.com/search/label/Office%20jokes' title='The Boss'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8876985949915162808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8876985949915162808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8876985949915162808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8876985949915162808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/10/boss.html' title='The Boss'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5694379994601006526</id><published>2007-09-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T09:52:16.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u r my love=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i can find someone better than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will refuse to become better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i want to hold your hand and remain the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even heart pain can be cured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so do others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so our love will remain the same or even better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i can find someone better than you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will not leave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because i am used to treat you nice and being protected by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the old clock still functions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our love also continue moving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;who is the person you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;i have no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;but i know you are the one to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;even time changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;it will still be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5694379994601006526?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5694379994601006526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5694379994601006526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5694379994601006526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5694379994601006526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-r-my-love.html' title='u r my love=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7371722328937148998</id><published>2007-09-27T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:01:12.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My plan for my holi=)</title><content type='html'>3rd Nov to 11th Nov, i will find one day free to go malaysia=)&lt;br /&gt;15th Dec to 6th Jan, i shall go taiwan one week&lt;br /&gt;2nd February to 9th April, i will start working. Maybe i shld fly to Jeju or ToKyo during the cny...so i wont be so lonely here=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7371722328937148998?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7371722328937148998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7371722328937148998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7371722328937148998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7371722328937148998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-plan-for-my-holi.html' title='My plan for my holi=)'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5879632088879790537</id><published>2007-09-19T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T00:39:43.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to turn men down?</title><content type='html'>HIM: Can I buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Actually I'd rather have the money.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours&lt;br /&gt;HER: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice .&lt;br /&gt;HIM: How did you get to be so beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;HER: I must've been given your share.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Will you go out with me this Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Your face must turn a few heads.&lt;br /&gt;HER: And your face must turn a few stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out.&lt;br /&gt;HER: Okay, get out.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: I think I could make you very happy.&lt;br /&gt;HER: Why? Are you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Can I have your name?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Why? Don't you already have one?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Shall we go see a movie?&lt;br /&gt;SHE: I've already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Haven't I seen you some place before?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Is this seat empty?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Yes and this one will be if you sit down.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Hey baby what's your sign?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Do not enter.&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Your body is like a temple.&lt;br /&gt;HER: Sorry, there are no services today .&lt;br /&gt;HIM: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.&lt;br /&gt;HER: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Where have you been all my life?&lt;br /&gt;HER: Where I'll be the rest of your life - in your wildest dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5879632088879790537?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5879632088879790537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5879632088879790537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5879632088879790537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5879632088879790537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-turn-men-down.html' title='How to turn men down?'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2519587255257285937</id><published>2007-09-18T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:26:42.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because of love</title><content type='html'>Because you love the person that's why you're afraid to lose him&lt;br /&gt;Because you love the person you keep wondering&lt;br /&gt;Because you love the person you do things without using your brain&lt;br /&gt;No wonder people say love makes two idiots.&lt;br /&gt;but it's better to have two rather than being the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2519587255257285937?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2519587255257285937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2519587255257285937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2519587255257285937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2519587255257285937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-of-love.html' title='because of love'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5873311853821701789</id><published>2007-08-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:03:36.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dear</title><content type='html'>dear, we are together almost two months liao. Though it is not long period of time, i feel i have been together with u for very long already. To meet u, i use up all my lucks. I dont care whether i will have bad luck in the rest of my life. I just want to be together with u for one more day. I'm willing to use all my luck to change so that i can be together with u as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;dear, i changed alot anf i understand alot as well. really, i'm a different person now. I very selfish now. I just want to treasure every single moments of my happiness. I dont care about how other people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;dear, thanks for loving me. thanks for being with me. thanks for all the happiness.&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5873311853821701789?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5873311853821701789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5873311853821701789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5873311853821701789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5873311853821701789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-my-dear.html' title='to my dear'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1511904931377438606</id><published>2007-07-24T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T01:32:35.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God, The President and The Thieves</title><content type='html'>Little Johnnie wanted $100 very badly; his mother told him to pray to God for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prayed for two weeks but nothing turned up. Then he decided perhaps he should write God a letter requesting the $100. When the post office received the letter addressed to God, they opened it and decided to send it to the President. The President was so impressed, touched and amused that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy $5. He thought this would appear to be a lot of money to a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little Johnnie was delighted with the $5 and sat down to write a thank-you letter, which read as follows :&lt;br /&gt;" Dear God, Thank you very much for sending me the money. I noticed that you had to send it through Washington . As usual, those thieving bastards deducted $95. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1511904931377438606?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1511904931377438606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1511904931377438606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1511904931377438606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1511904931377438606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/god-president-and-thieves.html' title='The God, The President and The Thieves'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-7997057718862826696</id><published>2007-07-23T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T22:20:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame joke part II</title><content type='html'>Child : Dad, where did I come from?&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Okay, we had to have this conversation some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mom met in a chat room on the net. I set up a meeting with your mom and we landed in the bathroom at the Cyber Café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mom did some downloads from dad's memory stick and when dad was ready to upload, we discovered that there was no firewall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that it was a bit too late to cancel, I just carried on doing the upload. Nine months later, the damn virus appeared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7997057718862826696?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/7997057718862826696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=7997057718862826696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7997057718862826696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/7997057718862826696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/lame-joke-part-ii.html' title='lame joke part II'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1439325974762705341</id><published>2007-07-23T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:31:44.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>language joke</title><content type='html'>There was this family of 3.&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion, the boy's parents were watching a show. The boy heard a dialogue in the TV involving the words 'bestards n beeches' and asked his parents for the definition. Fearing their son would learn vulgarities, they told him it meant 'Ladies n Gentlemen'.&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, the father was shaving in the toliet when she suddenly cut himself and shouted:"Oh Sh*t" The boy heard him and asked wad was 'sh*t'. His father told him that it meant 'shaving'.&lt;br /&gt;In the next occasion, the mother was stuffing a chicken in the kitchen when her hand got stuck and screamed: 'F***!' The boy heard it and asked his mum. She told him that 'F***' stood for 'stuffing'.&lt;br /&gt;And so, it was thanksgiving day. The father was gussying himself up in the toliet and the mother was in the kitchen stuffing the turkey.&lt;br /&gt;When the guests came, his parents told him to welcome them. And this was how he welcomed them: "Welcome Bestards n beeches, Dad is in the tolieting sh*ting his mouth and Mum is in the kitchen F***ing the turkey."&lt;br /&gt;The guests were dumbfounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1439325974762705341?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1439325974762705341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1439325974762705341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1439325974762705341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1439325974762705341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/language-joke.html' title='language joke'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-494706350029699690</id><published>2007-07-22T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:35:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>*If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door,&lt;br /&gt;who do you let in first ?&lt;br /&gt;The Dog of course .......&lt;br /&gt;at least it will shut up after you let him in!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A couple had three children.&lt;br /&gt;Two of them were bright, smart, and handsome&lt;br /&gt;but the third child was dull, ugly, and backward.&lt;br /&gt; One day the hubby got suspicious and asked : " Tell me the truth, dear. Is this third child really mine ? "&lt;br /&gt;" Yes, dear, " replied the wife, " ...... but the other two are not. "*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When a bachelor marries, his wife has three qualities -----&lt;br /&gt;She is an economist in the kitchen, an aristocrat in the living room and a devil in bed.&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, sure enough the three qualities remain, but not in the same order anymore. She becomes an aristocrat in the kitchen,a devil in the living room and an economist in bed.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *A couple came upon a wishing well.&lt;br /&gt;The husband leaned over, made a wish and threw in a penny.&lt;br /&gt;The wife decided to make a wish too.&lt;br /&gt;But she leaned over too much, fell into the well, and drowned immediately.&lt;br /&gt;The husband was stunned for a while but then smiled and said : " Gosh ! It really works! "*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The man told his doctor that he wasn't able to do all the things around the house that he used to do.&lt;br /&gt;When the examination was complete,&lt;br /&gt;he said, " Now, Doc, I can take it. Tell me in plain English ---- what is wrong with me ? "&lt;br /&gt;" Well, in plain English ", the doctor replied, " you're just lazy. "&lt;br /&gt; " Okay, " said the man.&lt;br /&gt;" Now give me the really complicated medical term so that I can tell my wife. "*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I asked my wife : " Where do you want to go on our anniversary ? "&lt;br /&gt;She said : " Oh ! Somewhere I have never been before ! "&lt;br /&gt;I told her : " How about the kitchen ? " *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How do most men define marriage?&lt;br /&gt;An expensive way to get laundry done for free.&lt;br /&gt;Happiest Hour During their silver anniversary,&lt;br /&gt; a wife reminded her husband, " Do you remember when you proposed to me, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't talk for an hour? "&lt;br /&gt;The hubby replied : " Yes, honey, that was indeed the happiest hour of my married life. " Holding Hands We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-494706350029699690?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/494706350029699690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=494706350029699690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/494706350029699690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/494706350029699690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3715402554940077183</id><published>2007-07-22T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:04:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dear</title><content type='html'>dear, i hope you wont let me feel the same feeling and i will also never make you feel the same as well...&lt;br /&gt;very happie to be together wif u=)&lt;br /&gt;how much i wish it could stop at dis sweetest moment^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3715402554940077183?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3715402554940077183/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>Never let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is the lyrics of the song called * Never Let You Go *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is sang by a HK singer called Janice Wei Lan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love her song very much and she also have the cantonese version of this song which is called * Da Ge*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The rain just never seems to bring the joy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I feel the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everlasting pain of my loss remains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My heart can't seem to learn to part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The hold you left your mark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;All that I dreamed of now it seem so stark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Though I told myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;won't hold my breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A part of me was dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There is nothing left for me to do now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but give in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*ChorusIf you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And you know I'd never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The way you left me on the train,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I remember everything of that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I can't believe we'd never dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just need one more chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To share the sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our one last romance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Though I told myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;won't hold my breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A part of me was dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There is nothing left for me to do now but give in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,And you know I'd never let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would sing to you and tell you I won't live my life without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you gave me one chance to tell you how I was feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And you know I'd never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5640875712802713334?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://20six.co.uk/daviskoh/art/592119' title='Never let you go'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8566323635019487566</id><published>2007-07-20T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:45:32.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everydae</title><content type='html'>everydae i can see differen people walking pass by me...&lt;br /&gt;everydae i can sense a small change around me&lt;br /&gt;everydae i can talk to different people so i wont feel very sian abt my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something that remains the same everydae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my love towards you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear... alot alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan2 be glue on u and stickwit u&lt;br /&gt;i wan2 be the your bed sheet and can feel ur *hotness* all the tine&lt;br /&gt;i wan2 be tat ur 4ever little gal under the protection of u&lt;br /&gt;i wan2 mark on u to tell the whole world i'm yours and you are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u dear=) muaks**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8566323635019487566?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8566323635019487566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8566323635019487566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8566323635019487566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8566323635019487566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/everydae.html' 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dear</title><content type='html'>thank you dear for loving me....u taught me the true meaning of relationship....in the past, i never consider the meaning of relationship...i juz follow my feeling n do watever i wan2 do....but u taught me wat is relationship...u taught me to tink abt it seriously...now i tink i noe the meaning liao...n i will be veri serious towards dis relationship....&lt;br /&gt;dear...tnk you for accompanying me all the time. when i feel lonely, u r always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;dear...thanks for telling me wat kind of friends should treasure and who i shld treasure...&lt;br /&gt;thank god for meeting you...w/o u, i wont find my direction..w/o u, i wont noe the true meaning of happiness...w/o u, my world will oni be black &amp;amp; white...&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-7839412006872197420?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-6242955858416766016</id><published>2007-07-16T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:12:29.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where shld i go??</title><content type='html'>where should i go during my holi???&lt;br /&gt;hehe...i tink abt this qn for very long alr....my holi is coming soon...but i hv no plan yet...actually i feel like going overseas for a while... not becuz of holi...i juz wan2 go to some places tat no one noes me...i dunno y i hv such strong feeling tat i wan2 go overseas to travel...maybe i'm really tired abt this crowd...&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm trying to find a reason for me to stay... i tink i found it... n i hope i'm not wrong...i hope he can really be the reason... i dunno wat is going on in my life in the future... but at least at dis point of time, i'm happie being together wif him...i'm happie to be his gal...&lt;br /&gt;hehe...i wan2 go overseas wif my boy...but he cant go... but nvm...i can take photos n show him when i'm back....hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-6242955858416766016?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/6242955858416766016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=6242955858416766016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6242955858416766016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/6242955858416766016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-shld-i-go.html' title='where shld i go??'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4222495969858948823</id><published>2007-07-12T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T02:25:48.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my cookings...heehee</title><content type='html'>most of my frenz noe i cant cook...but actually i can cook some simple food de o...&lt;br /&gt;heehee...it's my top secret...hee=P&lt;br /&gt;erm...erm...i noe how to make sandwich...becuz everidae i eat...so i went to learn....but....but...my materials used all delivery one...wahaha...last time i ordered KFC and use the chicken to make the sandwich...put the coleslaw in and put the chicken in and put the source in....hee....my fren said i crazy...where got ppl order delivery to make sandwich one...hoho...but it's a gd try...&lt;br /&gt;erm...i oso know how to cook chicken wings...hee...i bought the source and put the source in the pot...den put the chicken wings in the source...den cook...hee...i actually quite smart=P&lt;br /&gt;but now i shall learn proper cooking...at least i wont eat delivery everytime when i 'm at hm....hehe...somemore i can show of my "cooking skills"..hee&lt;br /&gt;aza^^&lt;br /&gt;i can do it=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4222495969858948823?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4222495969858948823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"ME, MYSELF AND I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THAT'S ALL I GOT IN THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THAT'S WHAT I FOUND OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AND IT AINT NO NEED TO CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I TOOK A VOW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THAT FROM NOW ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'M GON'NA BE MY OWN BEST FRIEND"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;This is the lyrics i like the most so far...no one can be my 4ever fren except myself... Seriously, at the end of our lives, who will be still wif us? who will be 4ever wif us? it's ourselves. Maybe one day i'm going to lose everything, but i will be still here accompanying myself. Even if i die, it is just my soul leave my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;I like crying but i shall stop crying...crying just make my eyes swollen, just make my mood being very bad...but if i will cry for someone that deserve my tears, why not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;i'm really a very random person. No one can actually understand me...No one can predict my next step...Actually i also dont know. I just follow my feelings. My feelings will not cheat me...My feelings will lead me to correct train and choose the righr person in my life......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1533944634531401604?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1533944634531401604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1533944634531401604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1533944634531401604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1533944634531401604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-myself-and-i.html' title='me, myself and i'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5526312193615200196</id><published>2007-07-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:04:48.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meaning of life</title><content type='html'>what will happen if i die?&lt;br /&gt;who will be the first person i see after i die?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of world i'm going to?&lt;br /&gt;Am i going to a place called Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;or i'm going to a place called Hell?&lt;br /&gt;or i'm going to die ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read abt dis when i was watching a korean movie. I felt very shocked when i read abt dis. i nv tink abt this, and wat i believe there will be oni two destinations after we die. but izit true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the meaning of us living in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel i'm a very fortunate person. hv a gd family and got ample of frenz care abt me...watevert i wan2 do my parents will allow me to do now...but i juz hvnt found the meaning of me living in thsi world. i really nid to find a way to make myself happie...and i shall start to understand the meaning of me living in this world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5526312193615200196?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5526312193615200196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5526312193615200196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5526312193615200196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5526312193615200196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/meaning-of-life.html' title='meaning of life'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-1820576148929157134</id><published>2007-07-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:45:40.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RoxayCn7kjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c6kyWVdg5qo/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083537895138759218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RoxayCn7kjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c6kyWVdg5qo/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/Roxagyn7kiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a_eT5SpFW3U/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083537598786015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/Roxagyn7kiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a_eT5SpFW3U/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are my gd frenz....sara and gene r so sweet lor...make me jealous...i will never ever swim wif these two ppl...ignore me and flirt in front of me...hee=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lerrick is my cute boy boy...but something bad happened to him...feel very sad for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-1820576148929157134?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/1820576148929157134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=1820576148929157134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1820576148929157134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/1820576148929157134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/those-are-my-gd-frenz.html' title=''/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RoxayCn7kjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/c6kyWVdg5qo/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8915977243430825480</id><published>2007-07-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:10:33.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my secret gift to daddy</title><content type='html'>hehe...daddy bdae coming in 4-month time. Jason did a painting for his father...so i will try something else..hehe...i'm going to design a suit for daddy. He's going 45 dis yr and i wan2 give him the best gift i can give to him..&lt;br /&gt;i feel very sry to daddy...i always quarrel wif him and told him i wont 4give him 4ever...i even told him i dun wan2 be his daughter...haiz...i feel i'm so bad...i noe he's sad as well but juz he nv sae...haiz...dunno how to express my sry to him...&lt;br /&gt;daddy, i luv u=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8915977243430825480?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8915977243430825480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8915977243430825480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because you first love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I live &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because what you give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;show me how to live&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your mercy taught me to forgive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and pour yourself so free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wash away my shame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can live again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm more of you and less of me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;froever you will be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are the life in me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my first joy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the world can never take from me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my convernant with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2198198009951910068?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2198198009951910068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=2198198009951910068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2198198009951910068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/2198198009951910068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-love.html' title='first love'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3043978215384437465</id><published>2007-06-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:12:41.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite song</title><content type='html'>i'm a super korean fan and i listen english songs most of my time. But my favourite song is a Chinese song which is called 'shi zong' by Lin Yilian...the reason for me to like this old song is very simple. becuz the gal that is described in the song is a copy of me. Her life is so similar to mine...i was very amazed when i first listened to dis song...It was like listening to my own life stories...i keep repeating this kind of stories and i'm still doing it... i feel very sad...but no one can help...becuz it's my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3043978215384437465?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3043978215384437465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3043978215384437465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3043978215384437465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3043978215384437465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-favourite-song.html' title='my favourite song'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-2908434740801627898</id><published>2007-06-20T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:02:03.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incomplete</title><content type='html'>Whoo Ooh　&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah ListenBright lights Fancy restaurants&lt;br /&gt;Everything in this world that a man could want&lt;br /&gt;Got a bank account bigger than the law should allow&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lonely nowPretty faces from the covers of the magazines&lt;br /&gt;From their covers to my covers wanna lay with me&lt;br /&gt;Fame and fortune still can't find&lt;br /&gt;Just a grown man runnin out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊Even though it seems I have everything　&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be a lonely fool　&lt;br /&gt;All of the woman All the expensive cars　&lt;br /&gt;All of the money don't amount to you　&lt;br /&gt;So I can make believe I have everything　&lt;br /&gt;But I can't pretend that I don't see　&lt;br /&gt;That without you girl my life is incompletewithout you girl ahh　&lt;br /&gt;ListenYour perfume&lt;br /&gt;Your sexy lingerieGirl&lt;br /&gt;I remember it just like it was on yesterday&lt;br /&gt;A Thursday you told me you had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure that I was&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year&lt;br /&gt;Winter summer spring and fall&lt;br /&gt;But bein without you just ain't livin ain't nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;If I could travel back in time&lt;br /&gt;I'd relive the days you were mineRepeat ＊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you girl ahhI just can't help lovin you&lt;br /&gt;But I loved you much too late&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything And everying&lt;br /&gt;To hear you sayThat you'll stayRepeat ＊,&lt;br /&gt;＊Without you girl&lt;br /&gt;Without you girl my life&lt;br /&gt;Without you girl hoo　&lt;br /&gt;My life my life is incomplete&lt;br /&gt;without you girl my life is incomplete　&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;without you girl my life is incomplete　&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-2908434740801627898?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://so61.com/song/data/72/1027872TH.htm' title='incomplete'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/2908434740801627898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3827133419071550561?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3827133419071550561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3827133419071550561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3827133419071550561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3827133419071550561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/cute-catty.html' title='cute catty'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RlVMYSWa-1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/A_9lJKm5Iv4/s72-c/U1739P54T3D39022F59DT20070523100932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5360959709977006826</id><published>2007-05-24T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:15:10.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute lisa</title><content type='html'>hehe...i'm very super happie todae...we r okay now...happie....i tink like this kind of relationship is the best for two of us. Neither of us wan2 be tied up and we both nid freedom..so maybe like this will really be very great^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5360959709977006826?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5360959709977006826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5360959709977006826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5360959709977006826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5360959709977006826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/cute-lisa.html' title='cute lisa'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5205004494126394999</id><published>2007-05-21T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:10:29.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>i dunno i should quit him or should be still together wif him...i juz cant give him up...he's so sweet...but...haiz....i dunno lah...i scare i will luv him...i hope better not...but if we r reallt together, problem comes back again...he wont wan2 get stable de...he will juz make me even sad...i...i luv him...can he be rude to me...so i can quit dis feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5205004494126394999?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5205004494126394999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5205004494126394999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5205004494126394999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5205004494126394999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-3157857531768208852</id><published>2007-05-10T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:53:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPLTH5BxgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dc17UP-drX4/s1600-h/U1739P54T3D37977F59DT20070418115924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063113935490762242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPLTH5BxgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dc17UP-drX4/s320/U1739P54T3D37977F59DT20070418115924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPK5X5BxfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HXx1AaMYx0E/s1600-h/U1739P54T3D37978F59DT20070418115928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063113493109130738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPK5X5BxfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HXx1AaMYx0E/s320/U1739P54T3D37978F59DT20070418115928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPKgX5BxeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iVxGPDzs6B8/s1600-h/U1739P54T3D37981F59DT20070418115937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063113063612401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPKgX5BxeI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iVxGPDzs6B8/s320/U1739P54T3D37981F59DT20070418115937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lonely...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the word i describe myself all the time...i used to dis kind of life being living alone n i used to live up myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i was young, i already used to dis feeling. everydae i oni can c my father in the morning becuz he very busy...n i always had dinner at hm alone...hehe...but it trained me to be independent...now i can do things without depending on others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm strong now...but i still feel very lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-3157857531768208852?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/3157857531768208852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=3157857531768208852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3157857531768208852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/3157857531768208852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/lonely.html' title='lonely~~'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPLTH5BxgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Dc17UP-drX4/s72-c/U1739P54T3D37977F59DT20070418115924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-8822895791713591270</id><published>2007-05-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:42:29.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cute dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPIY35BxdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kVHnFxjiOJE/s1600-h/4aa9e07b0103kla3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063110735740126674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPIY35BxdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kVHnFxjiOJE/s320/4aa9e07b0103kla3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dis dog is so cute...hehe..i oso wan a cute dog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the dog i like is either brown or black in colour...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-8822895791713591270?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/8822895791713591270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=8822895791713591270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8822895791713591270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/8822895791713591270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/cute-dog.html' title='cute dog'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkPIY35BxdI/AAAAAAAAAEw/kVHnFxjiOJE/s72-c/4aa9e07b0103kla3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-61902249322609676</id><published>2007-05-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T10:48:35.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team1 for computing^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNa6n5BxcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIByd2wSHnA/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062990369281656258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNa6n5BxcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIByd2wSHnA/s320/DSC01850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNZ5X5BxbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GAoPY4Q_orU/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062989248295191986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNZ5X5BxbI/AAAAAAAAAEg/GAoPY4Q_orU/s320/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNZrH5BxaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kUUlKiY3i3E/s1600-h/DSC01843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062989003482056098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNZrH5BxaI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kUUlKiY3i3E/s320/DSC01843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-61902249322609676?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/61902249322609676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=61902249322609676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/61902249322609676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/61902249322609676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/team1-for-computing.html' title='team1 for computing^^'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkNa6n5BxcI/AAAAAAAAAEo/iIByd2wSHnA/s72-c/DSC01850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-5531866356347388680</id><published>2007-05-08T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:54:03.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team 4 rocks^^ ( science day )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsgX5BxZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WAQU66TkZvQ/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062094915845080466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsgX5BxZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WAQU66TkZvQ/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsa35BxYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HlneTBHpRp0/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062094821355799938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsa35BxYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/HlneTBHpRp0/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsXH5BxXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oi7Gyqx7PKc/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062094756931290482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsXH5BxXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oi7Gyqx7PKc/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsQH5BxWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oBmeBJfWODQ/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062094636672206178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsQH5BxWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oBmeBJfWODQ/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsKn5BxVI/AAAAAAAAADw/edcdsXXSkKw/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062094542182925650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsKn5BxVI/AAAAAAAAADw/edcdsXXSkKw/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sweetest and cutest team members=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-5531866356347388680?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/5531866356347388680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=5531866356347388680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5531866356347388680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/5531866356347388680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/team-4-rocks-science-day.html' title='team 4 rocks^^ ( science day )'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAsgX5BxZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WAQU66TkZvQ/s72-c/DSC00135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711172060586096816.post-4042337545250281113</id><published>2007-05-08T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:51:10.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daniel n samuel's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnvn5BxTI/AAAAAAAAADg/RmB_CcJFrD0/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062089680279946546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnvn5BxTI/AAAAAAAAADg/RmB_CcJFrD0/s320/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnqX5BxSI/AAAAAAAAADY/eqpMpyCepO4/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062089590085633314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnqX5BxSI/AAAAAAAAADY/eqpMpyCepO4/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkApB35BxUI/AAAAAAAAADo/NVZId9lES9g/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062091093324186946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkApB35BxUI/AAAAAAAAADo/NVZId9lES9g/s320/DSC00130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnU35BxQI/AAAAAAAAADI/Hcq9Hygmrp0/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnMH5BxPI/AAAAAAAAADA/9lXEDg92qdM/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062089070394590450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnMH5BxPI/AAAAAAAAADA/9lXEDg92qdM/s320/DSC00131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnbn5BxRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cDRrMoB1T1I/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062089336682562834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnbn5BxRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cDRrMoB1T1I/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAm3H5BxOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ANXc6ufSqSA/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062088709617337570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAm3H5BxOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ANXc6ufSqSA/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nOw let me share a story about my classmates, samuel and daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel and daniel met each other this year. They are studying in the same class and somemore in the same group most of the time. When they met on the 1st day school started, they had a very special feeling in their hearts. They can feel their hearts beat very fast and their faces turned into red when they were next to each other... After one week, they finally attached...they enjoyed the sweet moment of being together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, one day, samuel found out that daniel is not faithful to him... he has someone else outside.. Samuel was very angry, they had a very unpleasant conversation..."y?...y?..." they kept asking themselves...they were very sad but they dont know what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pls help them.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juz a joke...dun take it seriously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice photos...i took in class...cheers, my great teammates...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/711172060586096816-4042337545250281113?l=lisapangls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/feeds/4042337545250281113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=711172060586096816&amp;postID=4042337545250281113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4042337545250281113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711172060586096816/posts/default/4042337545250281113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapangls.blogspot.com/2007/05/daniel-n-samuels-story.html' title='daniel n samuel&apos;s story'/><author><name>LiSa PaNg</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sh2yyiuIImk/RkAnvn5BxTI/AAAAAAAAADg/RmB_CcJFrD0/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
