tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87847897789227158662024-02-22T14:22:40.022+08:00The ramblings of an intricate mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-83314074420189703962010-03-10T16:22:00.000+08:002010-03-10T16:28:42.792+08:00Free icons for downloadIf you like my previous post on the free graphics, here's another website you'll surely love. Free icons yours for download, check it out! <a href="http://www.freeiconsweb.com/">FREE ICONS</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-86481154341780999392009-08-16T00:23:00.000+08:002009-08-16T00:32:13.226+08:00Graphics Collection, free PSD templates and allJust want to share this website i found recently. They have cool graphics collections from different artists. They also have PSD templates which you can download and use for free, but only for personal purposes. You can check it <a href="http://sharegraphic.com/">HERE</a>.<br /><br />Have fun y'all!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-20307723572288738202009-01-30T19:38:00.000+08:002009-01-30T19:56:16.949+08:00The funny side of print advertising Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeRbqdq7py9qy0xU7Or80ELLGm9r2N0O7f1Gw66IavpUAcKnBxsNHEAKuh6hOoK5v8sASpkrlViXfZ5nGW82vo_SNjai8cUCjEf6_hEFUFmhnSDH1OZ2zW-NiGTIIUTP8nhZyEGP0hgWV/s1600-h/wonderwoman-aids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeRbqdq7py9qy0xU7Or80ELLGm9r2N0O7f1Gw66IavpUAcKnBxsNHEAKuh6hOoK5v8sASpkrlViXfZ5nGW82vo_SNjai8cUCjEf6_hEFUFmhnSDH1OZ2zW-NiGTIIUTP8nhZyEGP0hgWV/s400/wonderwoman-aids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297053079903698098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYLUUUY3ewbv4MtYuKwK3cou7phVeLJG22lr8D-G_3blm88io_F2cEX7JHMNzdT5lbij-rSjc-3BdXFoQWFheguTKauhcbtoA4LDfgiJhBwYtDtxG9-IaonAhMoBsLSvQHVB_93FmGvRz/s1600-h/wonderbra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqZw78T0IWhRCXYGGL6qEsYcf3zH-6DYiLQ3mHQ2ZY91YyJX5l304vD14SzCVYrD-cj7Jd9ScHIPa9ZhhsBfXIyn2tmwjkJod2-d4Xz5EWoaJZpjeIYM_p_DRIxUVZMa0DglfnI2wYCZx/s400/bajaj-fans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297052381719326706" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-53557776335445091472008-09-23T10:58:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:29:43.828+08:00Chrysler to Sell Electric Cars in U.S. as Early as 2010<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://gas2.org/files/2008/09/ecovoyager1.jpg"><img style="width: 411px; height: 318px;" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-974" src="http://gas2.org/files/2008/09/ecovoyager1.jpg" alt="" /></a><strong><br /></strong></p><p><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Chrysler has announced that it is working on an electric powered version of its Voyager MPV, which could be put into commercial production as early as 2010. The model will most likely be based on the ecoVoyager concept (pictured), first seen at this years Detroit Motor Show. Details are limited at this stage, but it seems that the zero-emission car will have a 300-mile range - pretty impressive for an MPV capable of carrying an entire family and their luggage. </span><a href="http://gas2.org/2008/09/22/chrysler-to-sell-electric-cars-in-us-as-early-as-2010/"><span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Read full article.</span></a><br /><br /></strong></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-28615075427087889942008-09-20T01:54:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:30:42.404+08:00Kawasaki Reveals The Fastest Bullet Train in Japan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY32WdWm0w74rGK-YPxDcFuWjz8yZeAyS1GVRo103Z50g7KVNYYez5KrI4xFv9yKG1E7uKwHJdYA85z0JmPd9GKmFKHvIm0hjda86RJ80QVgY-B5MK_96Lgs9TFqUZ26LRUPxeIVFOEbPN/s1600-h/kawasakiefset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY32WdWm0w74rGK-YPxDcFuWjz8yZeAyS1GVRo103Z50g7KVNYYez5KrI4xFv9yKG1E7uKwHJdYA85z0JmPd9GKmFKHvIm0hjda86RJ80QVgY-B5MK_96Lgs9TFqUZ26LRUPxeIVFOEbPN/s400/kawasakiefset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247792728010724066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Japan’s Kawasaki Heavy Industries Ltd. recently announced that it is developing the country’s fastest high speed train! Named the “Environmentally Friendly Super Express Train” (efSET), the modern marvel will propel passengers along at 217 miles per hour, besting the record-holding Shinkansen’s 186mph. The streamlined design also promises to be less noisy, more energy efficient, and will feature a state-of-the-art electrical control system.</span></p> <p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="more-14473"></span></span></p> <p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The introduction of Kawasaki’s new high-speed train stands to improve upon Japan’s standing rail system, already considered to be one of the most efficient in the world. The efSET will feature an extremely lightweight and aerodynamic profile in addition to a regenerative braking system that will recycle the kinetic energy generated by its movement.</span></p> <p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Kawasaki plans to finalize the design by March 2010, and the company has already announced that it plans to prepare the efSET for international release. They estimate that 10,000 km of high-speed railways will be deployed over the next 20 years - lets hope some of those lines fall within the United States!</span></p><p style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >article source: http://www.inhabitat.com/2008/09/18/kawasaki-environnmentally-friendly-super-express-train/?=rssfeed</span><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-55484616190734495512008-09-11T15:10:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:31:39.813+08:00Handicap-Accessible Cars: Empowering the Mobility-Challenged<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizi1REuEye5sYA8x9N2wwct9hdp3MZsC7cg_tTJrH_HkwLnIl4gko8gQeBbr2RxSzofH0jDA8VxsMDm3XjWelx_iDxFHCyNbywKzyfsoL-SpgvZm6kv9e8RAwgUZWboJQ9z9ZzsH13Saw/s1600-h/Guile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizi1REuEye5sYA8x9N2wwct9hdp3MZsC7cg_tTJrH_HkwLnIl4gko8gQeBbr2RxSzofH0jDA8VxsMDm3XjWelx_iDxFHCyNbywKzyfsoL-SpgvZm6kv9e8RAwgUZWboJQ9z9ZzsH13Saw/s200/Guile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244658361704977234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">by Guile Canencia</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We have certainly come a long way when it comes to empowering mobility-challenged people, which includes the wheel-chair bound, paraplegics and the elderly. Indeed, modern technology has provided new ways in which the physically handicapped can lead lives less encumbered by their limitations. And in the case of handicap-accessible vehicles, there have been some significant improvements in the last decade.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Through the years, we have seen numerous types of handicap vans, which are also called wheelchair vans or wheelchair conversion vans. They usually come with all kinds of modifications, depending on the user’s specific needs.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Handicap vans can be generally classified into three types. The first type is what we call the Up Front type. This allows the disabled person to occupy the vehicle’s front seat, just beside the driver. The second is the Rear Access type. As its name implies, this kind of vehicle allows the disabled person to occupy the back or rear end of the vehicle. Cars of this type usually feature a bigger space in the rear area to allow easy entry and exit.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The third is the Independent or Drive From type, which is specially designed to allow the handicapped to drive the vehicle themselves. Naturally, since it is designed to give more freedom, this kind usually features more elaborate customizations. For instance, some models feature wheelchair lift capabilities. A few even have easy-to-use permanent (or portable) hand controls. Traditional foot controls may be replaced with specialized switch systems or joysticks. Popular auto manufacturers like Chrysler, Ford, Honda and Toyota have already introduced handicap-accessible vans in selected markets.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For those whose preferences are not limited to handicap vans, they can choose another car model and have it converted. There are plenty of vehicle-conversion shops that are widely available in the US and in the UK. These shops can convert pick-up trucks, SUVs and other multi-purpose vehicles. Depending on the extent of the conversion, it may take a month or a few weeks. It is always best to discuss the specific needs with the conversion shop in order to get maximum results.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Another option is to rent. One can find many organizations in the US and Europe that offer handicapped-friendly vehicles that can be leased for a specific duration of time. Some of these organizations even offer repair services, reconditioning and maintenance for these kinds of vehicles.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, with all these diverse choices of vehicles for the mobility-challenged, the key is to choose which car works best for the handicapped person. Naturally, costs should be considered before buying one as well as the cost of maintenance for that vehicle. But the most important factors are the ones that directly involve the experience of the disabled. How easy is it to operate the car? Does it provide comfort? Is it safe? How user-friendly is the car? Ease of entry and exit should be considered. With wheelchair users, space is essential. And depending on the climate, ventilation systems must be properly in place, too. Chairs should be structurally secure while other fixtures and accessories mustn’t hinder the person’s movement.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And lastly, it’d be nice if the car looks good, too. Besides, what good is a ride if you can’t show it around town?<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >About the Author:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Guile Canencia is a writer and researcher for the IBC Japan Team, a company specializes in exporting </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">used cars from Japan</a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. He is an avid blogger and likes to play soccer on weekends.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-20187575851980419482008-08-28T17:42:00.001+08:002008-09-23T11:33:17.764+08:00The Basics of Insuring a Used Car<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">by C.B. Villares<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Car insurance protects owners from liability and financial problems in the event of an accident or theft. In both cases, getting a car insured follows basic guidelines. If you intend to insure a used car, you may want to narrow down your options. Since used cars are less valuable, you should carefully consider what type of insurance and how much coverage you should get.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Here’s a list of the basic insurance options available for car owners.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Bodily Injury and Personal Property Liability<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These are mandatory in most countries. These two components insure and provide financial protection for the policyholder. In the event of an accident resulting in injuries or damage to the property of other parties, the policy enables the at-fault driver to pay for the damage. Most countries and states require a minimum level of coverage. If you’re willing to pay more, you can opt to get a liability coverage which exceeds minimum requirements. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br />Medical Payments and Uninsured Motorist<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Unlike the liability coverage, medical payment coverage is not required in some countries. Since it pays for medical expenses of the policyholder and his passengers injured in a vehicular accident, drivers with adequate health insurance may not need this. The Uninsured Motorist covers injuries and damage incurred from accidents where the at-fault motorist does not have any car insurance. If buying these types of insurance is optional in your country, consider your needs and existing financial commitments.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br /><br />Collision and Comprehensive<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Collision and Comprehensive policies are usually taken on brand new vehicles because of their higher values. For used cars, you should still consider them.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Comprehensive and collision covers the cost of repair or replacement of your vehicle due to collision or other accidents and even theft. The cost of damage incurred through vehicle or object collision is paid through Collision coverage, while Comprehensive pays for the damage caused by an accident other than collision such as theft, vandalism, or fire.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The car’s value is important in assessing the need for this coverage. You should evaluate your car’s total worth compared to what you will have to pay out of your pocket for the premiums.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Identify the insurance that works best by understanding your needs. Determining the value of your vehicle can help you choose the most cost-effective coverage, saving you real money while protecting you from liability at the same time. </span><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-55118643584885404552008-08-28T17:23:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:33:51.017+08:00A Teacher-Student Conversation<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam was having trouble with one of her students the teacher asked, "Boy, what is your problem?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam had enough. She took Boy to the principal's office.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While Boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave. She agreed.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: "9".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: "36".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Neelam and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the third-grade."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can I ask him ?" The principal and Boy both agree.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy, after a moment "Legs."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: "Pockets."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Coconut</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy was taking charge.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Bubblegum</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Boy: Shake hands</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Yep.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Tent<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Wedding Ring</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Nose</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Arrow<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Firetruck<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' & if u don’t get it u have to use your hand.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: Fork</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: SURNAME</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ms. Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, & is responsible for making love?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boy: HEART.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, "Send this Boy to the University, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!" </span><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-87614128219175920132008-08-28T16:54:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:34:42.909+08:00The Husband Store!<span style="font-size:100%;">A store that sells husbands has just opened in New York City, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates. You may visit the store ONLY ONCE !<br /><br />There are six floors and the attributes of the men increase as the shopper ascends the flights. There is, however, a catch ....you may choose any man from a particular floor, or you may choose to go up a floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband...<br /><br />On the first floor the sign on the door reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 1</span> - These men have jobs and love the Lord.<br /><br />The second floor sign reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 2</span> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, and love kids.<br /><br />The third floor sign reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 3</span> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, and are extremely good looking.<br /><br />"Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going. She goes to the fourth floor and sign reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 4</span> - These men have jobs, love the ! Lord, love kids, are drop- dead good looking and help with the housework.<br /><br />"Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!" Still, she goes to the fifth floor and sign reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 5</span> - These men have jobs, love the Lord, love kids, are drop- dead gorgeous, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak.<br /><br />She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the sixth floor and the sign reads:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Floor 6</span> - You are visitor 4,363,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.<br /><br />Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store. Watch your step as you exit the building, and have a nice day!<br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-53270773135989359932008-08-07T20:10:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:36:16.875+08:00Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NgJOz7_IWChbBZdhHIeqCXHyc4PkJ00fQbDgK98fXkoVbxfu29qjzYA7MSP4EJjKZWlFDBFKcJFlgzViKwOw52w7UYRF3wVxAixxffYto67qt-TFHMHSw6rCAOas3VxDqxnqrPEzzp_F/s1600-h/A+Fine+Frenzy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5NgJOz7_IWChbBZdhHIeqCXHyc4PkJ00fQbDgK98fXkoVbxfu29qjzYA7MSP4EJjKZWlFDBFKcJFlgzViKwOw52w7UYRF3wVxAixxffYto67qt-TFHMHSw6rCAOas3VxDqxnqrPEzzp_F/s200/A+Fine+Frenzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231748901685550306" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Almost Lover </span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Your fingertips across my skin</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The palm trees swaying in the wind</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Images</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >You sang me Spanish lullabies</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >The sweetest sadness in your eyes</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Clever trick</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Well I never want to see you unhappy</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I thought you'd want the same for me</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >[Chorus]</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my almost lover</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my hopeless dream</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'm trying not to think about you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Can't you just let me be?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So long, my luckless romance</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >My back is turned on you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Should've known you'd bring me heartache</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Almost lovers always do</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >We walked along a crowded street</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >You took my hand and danced with me</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Images</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And when you left, you kissed my lips</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >You told me you would never, never forget</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >These images</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Well I never want to see you unhappy</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I thought you'd want the same for me</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >[Chorus]</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my almost lover</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my hopeless dream</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'm trying not to think about you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Can't you just let me be?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So long, my luckless romance</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >My back is turned on you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Should've known you'd bring me heartache</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Almost lovers always do</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I cannot go to the ocean</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I cannot drive the streets at night</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I cannot wake up in the morning</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Without you on my mind</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So you're gone and I'm haunted</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >And I bet you are just fine</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Did I make it that</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Easy to walk right in and out</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Of my life?</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >[Chorus]</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my almost lover</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Goodbye, my hopeless dream</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'm trying not to think about you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Can't you just let me be?</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >So long, my luckless romance</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >My back is turned on you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Should've known you'd bring me heartache</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Almost lovers always do</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-60779012504608837012008-08-05T17:36:00.000+08:002013-08-17T03:45:12.820+08:00A Short Story<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm not sure where i got this story. Its been sitting in my hard drive for years now. I guess this is one of the forwarded emails i got from my cousin. I love reading his emails, so after reading them, i saved a copy and compiled them, made it looked like a small book, a compilations of forwarded emails from friends and families.<br /><br /></span></span><a href="http://sillydad.com/silly/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/angryman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://sillydad.com/silly/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/angryman.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Prostitute</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;">The daughter had not been to the house for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cussed her out: "W</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;">here have you been all this time, you ingrate! Why didn't you write us, not even a line to let us know how you were doing? Why didn't you call? You little tramp! Don't you know what you put your Mom through??!!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><br />The girl, c</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;">rying: "Sniff, sniff... Dad... I became a prostitute..."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;">"WHAT? Out of here, you shameless harlot, sinner, you're a disgrace to this family - I don't ever want to see you again!"<br /><br />"OK, Dad - as you wish. I just came back to give Mom this fur coat and title to a mansion, a savings account certificate of $5 million for my little brother, and for you, Daddy, this gold Rolex, the spanking new BMW that's parked outside and a lifetime membership to the Country Club...an invitation for you all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and .."<br /><br />"Now what was it you said you had become?"<br /><br />Girl, crying again: Sniff, sniff "A prostitute Dad!" ... Sniff, sniff .<br /><br />"Oh! Gee - you scared me half to death, girl! I thought you said "a protestant” Come give your old man a hug..”<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-27021016721176180742008-07-10T17:46:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:38:21.170+08:00Better Features for the New IBC Japan Website<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:10;">IBC Japan launched its improved website last June 16, designed to make searching and navigation easier for used car importers. With its simple layout and functional features, the new site allows you to search and import used cars with less difficulty. <o:p><br /><br /></o:p>Here’s a brief overview on what the new website has got to offer. </span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:10;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:10;"><a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/"></a><o:p></o:p></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYGo9PzJaqpLyQ5jc9Vh-DVZ-6P8pVkyA4e3FAOEUyLHgFJlO0RLd2BXlK-nSu-gI9pNOzsXy0B3nmGrToJ-xVduoAsuHcPVnhDeUOfMB-mBWeReWg4GA60DornZWxuCnkmjx9Q3O4iUu/s400/used-cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221321467067718290" border="0" /></a><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Easier Access and Vehicle Search</span><o:p><br /></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><span style=""></span>The new IBC Japan site has less overloading with banners and flash content, thus faster user verification and vehicle search. After a quick log-in, you can go straight to business and search for used cars from auctions in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>, online auctions and our inventory through the site’s Vehicles menu or quick links. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><span style=""></span>You can now also enjoy a search field powered by Google, an added feature for faster content searches.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p><br />Improved Chat Function<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p><span style=""> </span></span><span style=";font-size:10;" ><span style=""></span>With the permanent chat window, you can now chat with any available CSC representative even without logging in. You also have the option to manage your preferred contacts as favorites upon log in. With IBC Japan’s Favorite Contacts, you can chat with your favored CSC representatives whenever you need Live Help. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-size:10;" ><o:p></o:p><span style=""></span></span><span style=";font-size:10;" >IBC Japan serves customers worldwide. <span style="">Visit the new and improved IBC Japan website at </span><a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp</a></span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-71660252967337131392008-07-09T14:19:00.000+08:002013-08-17T03:49:05.462+08:00Self-esteem assessment<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I read an article about self-esteem and couldn't help to reevaluate mine. Self-esteem, as defined by Wiki, is the person's overall self-appraisal of his/her own worth. It can be shaped up by various factors such as your experiences, the people around you, illnesses, injuries, your culture, religion and your own insights and beliefs. Of all these, your own beliefs and thoughts play the leading role in building your self-esteem. Self-esteem can be extremely high, negative and the best of all, healthy self-esteem.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">People with very high self-esteem believe they are more worthy than others. They can be overconfident, proud and egoistic with impractical views of who and what they are. They think of themselves as superior, who can do better and think better than the rest of the human species.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Negative self-esteem on the other hand could be upsetting too. People with low self-esteem think of themselves as failure (or shall I say a perfectionist who’s anxious to fail), that whatever they do is not good enough. They dwell much on negative feedbacks and even deny positive comments and refuse to acknowledge the compliments they get. They easily feel down, doubt their capabilities, achievement and appearance. They even make pitiless remarks for themselves than to anybody else. There’s also one thing I couldn’t believe it’s a sign of having low self-esteem because, I for sure is guilty of doing such, its apologizing frequently. I didn’t realize that ‘til now.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Now you can absolutely get the idea of what healthy self-esteem is. By having one, you are less prone to suffer depression, guilt and shame or save yourself from mental health disorders for that matter. You can have a strong and honest relationship with people around you rather than being despised. You won’t be walking around hesitantly minding what people think about your hair or your outfit. Or worst, go to a meeting looking completely dumb because you’re too unsure of the things you’re saying even if you had read your speech a hundred times (or even memorize it). Coyness is a product of low self-esteem, you know. On a contrary, a ballooning ego of one’s self is enough to annihilate a tribe of allies. You don’t want to live your life with people thinking you’re a self-centered jerk from planet bitch or a lame altruistic being who ascended from the dead, do you?</span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-21371521301578510062008-07-07T14:26:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:40:56.209+08:004 Ques When Buying a Used Car<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=""><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">When shopping for a used car, “Indispensables” should be looked at first to ensure that you’re really buying your money’s worth and not riding a regret in the long run.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Watch out for that lemon</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- Probably the danger in buying </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">used cars</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> is when you don’t know much about the history of repairs and cranks of the vehicle you got, without proper vehicle inspection, probably you’ll end up stuck on the road and spending hundreds or perhaps thousands of dollars on repairs. If you bought a lemon, your car’s better off at a local junkyard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">2. </span><a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/ois_services.asp?id=Philippines">Odometer Readings</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> – Be on the lookout for Odometer tampering. You might get a thought that you'll chose your used car based on it's odometer readings- as you thought that the lower its reading, the better the chances that you’re getting a good car! tsk tsk... well, a bummer for you then, for tampering abounds.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">3. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Vehicle Ownership history</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- This one has got to be the worst. Suppose you got a cool car, figured its the best in its class and you thought maybe you'd take it for a drive around town, meet with friends for a show; Suddenly you get pulled over and worst case- cuffed by the cops! Too late you found out that the cool car you’re driving is a “hot” one!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">It’s much better that before you buy the car of your choice, you should be acquainted with its qualities in or out, accompanied with necessary documents such as ownership history, that way you’re assured of worry- free driving!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">4. </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >Purchase only from reliable dealers with Inspection services</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">- The best part of them all, is buying your car from a reliable dealer. You see, a good dealer will always see to it that the best service is given as much as possible according to the satisfaction of his customer in order to protect his name and reputation plus, you're assured that your car has passed stringent inspection requirements before it has been set on display !</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">With a thousand dealers to choose from nowadays, seeing this part through may come as quite a burden. But with used car dealers like IBCJapan together with distribution partner AutoTerminal.Com, you can worry no more as their vehicles has passed the most stringent of inspection services plus more, to make sure that you’re getting your money’s worth and to your satisfaction.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Browse their website now and avail of their services: </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">IBCJapan</a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> and </span><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.autoterminal.com/">AutoTerminal.Com</a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Article source: <a href="http://jam-jovir.blogspot.com/">http://jam-jovir.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-77256430388939361912008-07-04T19:35:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:42:11.788+08:001st Marketing Mini Olympics<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We just had our first ever Marketing Mini Olympics in the office this morning. With a tag line "Creativity in Advertising", we had given a chance to show how creative we could be as far as advertising is concern. It was a great event. We had lots of fun. We had pizza after the activity. Winners received a plaque. Losers took care of the bill, and uhm.. we're one of them. hehe</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Here are some of the studies we've presented.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8o7327CSiMzA9pXUiArd1_f9D1fIdF9S2Oyn1FIl2BUELjVzkf1xAhgd90XNWKnLVbRcfQMbA4-ASOHZMh5anM2tFNwzidPUyTPwIeXYwNlE4Z0s-hcEJmVmfzY4mw1li6pnt5kkEzfDs/s1600-h/print+ad_9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8o7327CSiMzA9pXUiArd1_f9D1fIdF9S2Oyn1FIl2BUELjVzkf1xAhgd90XNWKnLVbRcfQMbA4-ASOHZMh5anM2tFNwzidPUyTPwIeXYwNlE4Z0s-hcEJmVmfzY4mw1li6pnt5kkEzfDs/s400/print+ad_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219130441264825442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiAs0R6lz89D8Og2pek3dLDGxx1xqKQ0mDLc8qE3Ks2mjJKDh2zy6CT0tDTqg3lrEneM-xVKmYDXHhvlUmBSc_8aGu-4mJk9HwZV49NwuOcXvT8VkqsJtjVT02daUaKmE3wCsnR3WfzD4j/s1600-h/print+ad_4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Such prints are bounded with humor and style..</span><br /><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDSDzpRVCa_vsXJ73u9miFtvaGH36GWR2Z1wMpvXLvIyo1O20iijj9EgUl-PrUD_Sb0ZNte9IctKCgqIHut2Jj5Hfiv-xYHQcPMxRP6CbaHRq54LMZOOhqyr55CBTY32g2mmus8eYYacA/s1600-h/horseshit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQDSDzpRVCa_vsXJ73u9miFtvaGH36GWR2Z1wMpvXLvIyo1O20iijj9EgUl-PrUD_Sb0ZNte9IctKCgqIHut2Jj5Hfiv-xYHQcPMxRP6CbaHRq54LMZOOhqyr55CBTY32g2mmus8eYYacA/s400/horseshit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219112775560229458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk-zDdFVilJSidoW-KEpVz-2K3H4Tu_oGJMfKGsqXUjDScN_n7geFByhurTg_vu-uW5AbNJqLU-oLy-NSJsle2IbrSnbGuNwCohJrvwo5XJc732Uy6c-Do0n8R7TCbRurnPIsFXn9xMF1/s1600-h/Mono_pasta.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpk-zDdFVilJSidoW-KEpVz-2K3H4Tu_oGJMfKGsqXUjDScN_n7geFByhurTg_vu-uW5AbNJqLU-oLy-NSJsle2IbrSnbGuNwCohJrvwo5XJc732Uy6c-Do0n8R7TCbRurnPIsFXn9xMF1/s400/Mono_pasta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219112779966401410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoa5Gwm7MNKPSfDn757Uvz8ZGooDUblGa32k45Ke8OXLyBml_CmSE0Th7UTO2f6lj5aC5Io4wuFGCXc3FK3rjD1mt5g6ZzqZbI7Huh7Esrt6R4h1UihpdYsOSwcy3kBgyyMon1j_EfbT6/s1600-h/octaedro.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLoa5Gwm7MNKPSfDn757Uvz8ZGooDUblGa32k45Ke8OXLyBml_CmSE0Th7UTO2f6lj5aC5Io4wuFGCXc3FK3rjD1mt5g6ZzqZbI7Huh7Esrt6R4h1UihpdYsOSwcy3kBgyyMon1j_EfbT6/s400/octaedro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219112781114360306" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw1STGGVwT617jpmjH2jvYODDfgrREnswBlhIjjItcdLnRdtyXgteSSK3oG-ehnReLZbtmKYmK_X_CkUgKs4VIDANKbCdu2hoIsL7Yb9ZeSoLfX4Rxk8YhpCn05hyphenhyphenjTy55epGmatEEjwbX/s1600-h/axe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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This isn't mine. I took this from our school publication, won the first prize for the creative writing contest. I so damn liked this essay (read it a hundred times, actually) that i couldn't help but cut it from the paper and posted in my scrap book. And now here in my blog. Hope the real author won't mind. hehehe.. Wherever you may be today, hat's off to you. You totally rock!</span><br /><br /><br /> Water drips from my hair. I clutch my towel tight. Life sucks. Curling in my room's corner, i heard this fuckin' song in the radio and i have no idea why i suddenly get upset. It's starting to get into my nerves. Me, the drama queen. I Just discovered this talent underneath my bitchy facade. It embarrasses me whenever I unintentionally exhibit my waterworks in front of my friends. I stand and look myself in the mirror. Tada! Holy shit, I've been looking like a goldfish these days. My eyes are swollen, inflated like it's about to burst. And it feels heavy and sore. I am the perfect picture of a boxer who just had a rough fight in the ring. Only, I have no bruises, just a battered heart.<br /><br /> I have always thought that i was made of tougher stuff than he rest of the female species. Being the black sheep of the family, getting the highest number of beatings and the never-ending troubles i get myself into, not to mention the other outrageous follies, certainly qualifies me for the title 'most stubborn'. I thought I could handle anything and everything without making so much fuss; it never occurred to me that I'm as capable as anyone else to make such splendid mess of myself and of my life.<br /><br /> I'm tough, they say. And true enough, I've remained as bratty as can be. But although I'm innately mean, I can also tremble from certain pains. I have enough courage to admit some things could actually twist me this much.<br /><br /> I went to class that day. I dreaded the moment. I walked past many faces. I am hurt. I flinch through moist eyes. People didn't notice. They never felt anything. I sat and stared at the chair in front. The names stared back at me, the Marks and the Ryans. Like me, perhaps they too wanted to have a place in this world. They write anywhere, hoping someone would care.<br /><br /> I found myself writing Mrs. Von Tyler. This is me. I wonder how many other dummies are doing exactly what I'm doing. I know all this scribbling are simply letters written hopelessly and out of frustrations. And it frustrates me more, for i know it will remain engraved in that slab of wood, forever unread and unheard.<br /><br /> A small unknown drop of liquid blotted the ink of my precious Mrs. Von Tyler. Hell, I was actually crying in the classroom! Am i nuts? My eyes felt heavier each minute. My head longed to rest on my desk but i kept scribbling the silly Mrs. Von Tyler thing to keep me from drowning to nowhere. I waited achingly for the goddamn bell to ring; the waiting seems endless. I'm not really fond of crying, never been a big fan 'til now. I tried hard to be nonchalant at everything but this time, i failed. Since the tragic ending of my so-called fairy tale, I've been a little soft. It took me a lot of willpower to laugh those days. My face felt like cement. It cracks every time i try to smile. But then it hit me after some time. I'm a bitch and feeling sorry for myself won't do my beautiful fangs any good. People miss my evil grins. They miss my snide wisecracks.<br /><br /> You see, we bitches don't cry. We refuse to conform with the norms. But this goddamn thing called love, so much like a rose, sweet and lovely, beckons to me. I cannot resist even its thorns and its pain.<br /><br />That is why I'm afraid I'm losing my touch. Whenever some asshole decides to tell me the famous "I love you" line, i usually say "I love you, my ass!" And they all stay out of my hair. I guess Mr. Von Tyler was the sole exemption. He was somehow a different story. He knew I was bitchy and came to love the lousy darn life I had. Then, he realized one morning that he is actually in love with somebody else. It doesn't get any crazier than that.<br /><br />You see, the world is crazy. And so am I. But at least I'm beautiful. I keep telling myself this until I'm brain dead. Bitches don't cry. But that month, I did.<br /><br />Hey, there are always e</span>xemptions. TCUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-83620519879017609622008-07-02T19:56:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:44:29.793+08:00Poem from the heart Part 2<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nothing much. Just feeling a little emo..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Sweet Denial<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >hiding from the shadow of my sweet denial<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and feeling the guilt of my betrayal.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i'm always in the world of make believe,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >dreaming of things i could have received.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i've known you for so long,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >but still i'm in anxiety to where i belong.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >am i destined to be loved?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and receive the bounty from up above?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i couldn't wait any longer<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >'coz this feelings keep on getting stronger.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i want to reveal what's deep within<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >and give my best of what's given.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >my conscience keeps hunting me;<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >why do i keep on hiding this feeling?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >maybe i'm waiting for a glance,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >for faith will prove that it's a sign of my chance.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >time will bind us as one,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >after the faults have already been done.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >foolishness! my rule in me,<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >but i'll still reveal my sweet denial, you'll see!<br /><br /><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-73574500153835009832008-06-30T18:45:00.000+08:002013-08-19T23:13:08.168+08:00Poem from the heart.<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This is only one of the poems I found while cleaning my closet last night, written ages ago. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">If I'm not mistaken,</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> i gave this poem to somebody... :D</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Dust Be Our Destiny</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">we know it is but a stolen bliss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">t</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">he sweet joys that we share</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">but the thrill in every kiss</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">is ecstasy beyond compare.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">first love is sweet.. 'tis hard to forget</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br />but true love is hard to find</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">sometimes we sigh a deep regret</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">when we learn that love is blind.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">really, I've tried to let you go... to give you up</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">but its easier to think than to do this stuff</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">realizing at the end, what's there to give up and what's there to do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">when i don't actually have you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">more often i think, is it true love that you offer?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">or just emotions of lust?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">tell me the truth or rather</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">let me be a part of dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">i know you won't care forever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">much as you care now for me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">when that loves become a dying ember</span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">let.. DUST BE OUR DESTINY.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-17244238251434984042008-06-30T13:31:00.000+08:002013-08-19T23:13:35.003+08:00A poem from a dear friend<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">My bestfriend back home wrote me a letter one day during my college days. We've been best buddies since elementary. We seldom see each other then since I was studying in Cebu and she's in Davao. In her letter enclosed a poem which I kept for years. I sorted my things last night and found the letter in a box. Here's what the poem says...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I'll Remember</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">when you put yourself to sleep tonight</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">in a slumber where it is fluffy and right.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">with pillow so soft to hug and caress</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">and a blanket to cover even your inner self.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">please think of me and pray to Him</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to take care of you and your family.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">kneel your knees down to the floor</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">talk to Him like all the time is yours.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">remember me then as your friend</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i'm always here if you need a shoulder</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to cry on when you feel all alone.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i'll laugh with you on your happy days</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i'll cry with you on your saddest dreams.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">even if we're miles apart</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">your presence will always in my heart.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">your voice i know i will miss</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">but knowing you're alright is a relief.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">when you walk up and feel so weary</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the morning is cold like a winter breeze.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">just close your eyes and think of something</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to wash away those unwanted feelings.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i care for you like you are a treasure</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">that i could never show just to anybody.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i know it'll be a mistake not to care</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to my friend who's with me through the years..</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Thanks for this heart-warming poem. I miss you friend.. =)<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-87594021776867433472008-06-26T20:28:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:45:46.964+08:00All in a day's work<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >We had this writing exercise one day. One will start with a few sentences, the second will add anything he/she wants.. so on and so forth creating a crazy story in a funny-out-of-this-world way. It started with...<br /><br /></span>It was the eyes – your eyes that captured my attention. Like hot, intense burning orbs, they made me feel as if I was being absorbed into the depths of your soul. I couldn’t look away from those mesmerizing eyes. I knew I had found a prize and mustn’t lose sight of it. I reached out my hand and grabbed – nothing.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You are just a mirage — this I knew of long before this moment, but something inside me makes me, compels me, to believe that you are more than just an imaginary visitor in my prison cell. Something passionately primal . . .<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I reach out again.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The flesh of my dirty, callused fingers feel a soft, flowing fabric; like a silk cape blowing in the wind. Strange, wind could never penetrate the granite walls of this blasted prison! My hands, the cursed instruments of a thousand unspeakable crimes, now lies engulfed in a heavenly state of caress.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I open my eyes.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Standing before me is that beautiful mirage again, clad in flowing silk, and nothing more — but this time, I could feel her physical presence. Her silken robe was that heavenly thing that touched my hand!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Prysmos”, she said, the burning orbs of her head gradually dimming. “You know my name!?” I answered.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Of course I know you’re name! Insolent swine!” said the goddess beauty.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I have come to make you an offer”.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Who are you?” I sheepishly ask.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“It matters not who I am; what matters is what I can do for you”, answered the mysterious beauty.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“What do you want?”, I asked again, my surprise now gone, inexplicably replaced with hope.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I want you to give me a son”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“What?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“You act surprised. Don’t be” said the woman. “You are a criminal, yes. But you are also a man of great strength and courage; a man who can tear a fellow man limb from limb. If the great Achilles fought you, you probably would’ve killed him.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“But enough talk, let’s get our business started . . .” said the woman “My kingdom needs a strong heir”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before I could say another word, the incredible beauty has shed her clothes and presented her naked body in front of me. I have made love to a thousand maidens but never have I seen a woman more beautiful than this woman in front of me.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She kneels toward me and softly says “Come now Prysmos . . . we’d make a lovely child”.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She kisses me, and I kissed her back. Her hand reached through my filthy loincloth and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing manhood. Gently, she stroked it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Prysmos stops his mind from asking if this moment is real or just simply a dream that he always have the dream of being with someone close. He feels very excited and afraid what will happen if this moment will pass, he holds this woman’s body, kiss her like his queen. Surprised what made him deserve this unexpected prize.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Prysmos try to stretch the time longer and also thinking what this woman wants. Having facing the walls all these years and suddenly this imagination is in his hands to feel, He start to feel like a strong man, like a king but he must escape from this walls, he must take this woman.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Indulgence…passion….my mind drips desire…burning lines between the velvet scarring that ensues….blurring…the feeling kaleidoscopes …sensuality screams…no, it gropes…I am helpless…I neither speak nor bat an eyelash for fear of her eternal essence escaping the rapture of this very moment…my lips follow hers…tracing the outline of her movements with mine….running, overtired…this fleeting portrait of twisted devotion sets her heart aflutter...deeper…further…racing….those eyes….illuminating….captivating…orchestrating with surgical precision my yearning for the same...the vertex of pleasure… taken…given…riveting…I’ve now fallen victim to discourse…words fall short where feelings and emotions preside… hence, I’ve now lost myself in her…just her…only her…it was then that I understood…it was not her touch nor her smell that engrossed me…no…for I was drowning in the pools of lust and solitude that were her eyes.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Tok! Tok! Tok!” a silent knock breaks down all the lustful.. captivating.. illuminating.. blurring.. burning.. orchestrating.. orgasmic.. feeling inside me. Those four granite walls seem to disappear and begin to have a life on its own. The place was not as dark, as cold, and gray as it used to be. It seems I’ve taken all the sorrows in this place and placed it somewhere else, the shed of afternoon sun lights a part of me and gave this captivating silhouette. Sitting, I was thinking how the thought of that goddess beauty has stained my innocence to a world of lust and passion.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Tok! Tok! Tok!” again…. The deafening silence was shattered by a soft knock at the door and a silent whisper behind it…!@#%$%&$^*^&……again………..and again. I tried to summon all my strength to pull this weightless body of my bed to fulfill the question…who is it? Is it her? My goddess beauty for real…behind that door. I stood up… walked slowly towards the door taking each step with a question in my head. The next thing I knew, I was at the door. Standing. Waiting. Wondering. With a cheap smile on my face……..it seems all feeling have visited me this day……..this is it…….someone behind this door is my life…….my passion…………my forever…as my finger slowly grip the cold knob, twisted and slowly pull the door opened. A loud torturous scream echoed through my body……. and said<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Kuya naghubo man ka pagilis pud uy kai mangaon nata”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He opens his eyes and saw his younger brother taking pictures at him.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Kuya, I’ll upload this to multiply.com so that all our friends can see!” said the little brat.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The moment his younger brother turned around to go down for supper, his hand had already grabbed the phone. Both brothers tried to pull the phone off each other’s gripping hands until such time that he realized that it was just a 5110 model from Nokia.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To a shock, he let go of the phone catapulting his brother downstairs. To his relief, the little rascal just stood up and laughed so hard saying, “Ha-ha! You forgot that I don’t have a camera phone you idiot!”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Both siblings were laughing their hearts out when a knock on their living door silencing the brothers’ laughter. A young woman was behind the door, she was supposed to give cookies that her grandma baked but she ran like hell when the door opened. The girl’s cheeks were so blushed after seeing a naked guy answering the door.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">While running from the house a big bus hit her head on while she was crossing the street still running like hell. She woke up and found herself in hell having Satan greet her on her arrival. The girl wondered on her thoughts, “Why am I sent to hell?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Devil voluntarily answered the question without hearing her verbally asking, “Because you were a sinner my dear, the last sin you did was lusting on that naked guy who answered the door before you died.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her cheeks went blushing again after remembering the incident. Satan escorted her to her room in hell where she would stay. To her surprise hell had air-conditioning, escalators, elevators, surround sound system playing Bossa Nova music.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She wondered again in her mind, “I this really hell?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Again Satan voluntarily answered, “Yes dear, you are in hell, and this is your room here, you have a roommate she will be with you in a while, I asked her some errands earlier. She’s an engineer in charge of our ventilation system”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The girls entered her room and it was like a 5-star hotel room, even better. Once inside, Satan answered a phone call, the girl, so curious, eavesdropped on the conversation.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Hello, the devil here!”, Satan answered.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Bro! this is Mike” a minute voice from the cellular phone was overheard.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Michael? THE St. Michael?”, asked the Devil.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Yup! My Boss told me that you’ve been reconstructing hell. He told me that it looks like a ‘super mall/hotel’ now.” Said Mike.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Uhhm, and why would that be a concern?” asked Satan.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“BECAUSE NO ONE WOULD WANT TO GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU JUST DID” an echoing voice from an extension line interrupted, obviously from God (duh!).<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Oh hello, God, how nice to hear from You, why’d you always want to compete with me?” Asked Satan, sarcastically…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Enough chit chat Satan, Turn hell back to Normal at once or I’ll…”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“You’ll what?” Satan eagerly asked…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I’ll sue you for not following the agreement on the balance between good and evil. If all people on earth know that hell is now comfortable, they would live their life in sin!” said God.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Well, ‘God’, hell was too hot for me, so I asked my engineers here to build an air-conditioning system, and while their at it, make it a more luxurious place. I don’t want the old hell anymore. So do as you please. If you want to sue me then bring it on!” Explained Satan.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Very well, see you tomorrow in Court. I’ll bring my finest lawyers!” Said God, confidently.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Ha-ha! I don’t think there are any good Lawyers up there!” answered Satan, with confident giggles.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The girl, forgotten by all, sits forlornly on the bed. Dismayed, confused, and feeling utterly alone, she falls into a trance.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hours after, she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room. Gone was the 5-star accommodations. Even the ventilation was gone, and the girl suffocated on the seemingly non-existent air. Gasping and choking, she crawls, one arm stretched in front of her – searching, hoping - for a way out. She see’s light.. a pinprick.. and moves toward it, her heart filling with hope. Slowly, she gets nearer and nearer; and the light appears bigger and brighter, and she is filled with an ecstasy such as she has never felt before. She thinks, “So this is God…” and feels a moment of rapture so intense that tears stream down her face… and then she falls over the edge, into darkness – everlasting darkness – once again.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">… she snaps out of her trance, and finds herself in a pitch dark room …<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As the room was filled with darkness, there was no sight of hope in reaching her only chance of everlasting peace and love. She held her arms around her and began to ponder upon lines and phrases that her love once imparted. It started as:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Gamble<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She was so beautiful, I was just me,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We walked in the garden, with such sights to see.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I gave her a look, she gave me a sigh,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I knew how she felt, it showed in her eyes.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She wanted me more, than I could believe,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I needed her more, than she could conceive.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I glanced at her once, she looked at me twice,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I gave her my hand, a touch would suffice.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I did feel her warmth, as I held her near,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She saw my passion, she felt my cheer.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Though I was trembling, I kissed her soft lips,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was playing my cards, and I bet all my chips.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Though I was gambling, I needed this chance,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To taste what I'm missing, to have my last dance.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I want just to love her, and her just the same,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Though it is not real, I'm tired of these games.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was very close, to filling my void,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But I blew the chance, my passion destroyed,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Because of the pain, I felt in my mind,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That comes from a woman, or one of her kind.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So now I move on, I lost out this time,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But someday that woman, will be only mine.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Tears tracked her soft rosy cheeks, tears that felt like snow, tears that fell like a waterfall<br />from Toledo. But none of it does matter, since the light started to become BRIGHTER.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And brighter it had became…the light restrained her voice and no words could come out of her mouth. There was feeling flowing out, like the ebb tide moving away from shore and going to the vast ocean. A feeling in which the source could not be explained neither could it be defined. And from the bright light, there appeared a shadow.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A shadow made her seemed trapped in this labyrinth. Tears flow with its surf but the glow of happiness was felt. Left undecided with its course, she went outside for a walk and tried searching for lost answers.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her skin felt the prick of the Florida heat and hear the inviting tides of the ocean. “Could I hear the answers from this solitude?” she said to herself.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lost in the trance of her solitary thoughts…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Her thoughts, which she thought were her own, propelled her to move towards the ocean. Someone or something was telling her to touch the cool water . . . and so she did --- but she regretted it . . .because the moment she felt the waves, a strange feeling enwrapped her. She felt so cold – a chilling and goose bumping coldness – and then she realized why.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The beautiful ocean turned into an 18th century cemetery, and the sandy shore became a crater filled with fresh cadavers. Panic and fear enveloped her. She tried to run – to escape – but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to the ground, entangled by the century-old roots and vines – how can she get away from this hideous place?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She became even more terrified when floating white “objects” started to approach and encircle her.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She shut her eyes closed and shouted ------------------<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Yuck! Gross! Direk, cut please! Can we have a Take 2? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The vines are so itchy and it's scratching my new stockings! Gosh! Can we have fake vines and roots here instead of real plants?"<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And the director says, "OK! Cut! Take a break everyone! Be back after 30 mins."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So the props men approached her to replace the vines and roots but....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But she seems to be moving to obstruct the props men. The props men who seems anxious asked where she is going yet no words came out from her mouth… she didn’t utter a thing… then slowly went back to her spot. Her face looks so gloomy and bland. Her stillness bents her aloof from the rest of the lousy-mannered individuals. The inner self is in a throng of questions. The whys are countless, hows are enormous., whens keep on haunting her mind, whats are immeasurable and the whos always bothers her stillness. Then Suddenly…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then Suddenly… She asked everyone, “Do You Really Want To Know?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Do Your Really Want to Know?” she kept on repeating.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Know what?” asked the director.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">With a glee in her face, she suddenly sang to the tune of:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Do you really want to know what’s in a bag of NIPS?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What goes on before they touch my lips?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It makes a rainbow (chocolate nips)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A choco rainbow (chocolate nips)</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And then they color all the flowers and they paint the trees…”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Before she could continue, she was interrupted by her co-star, Mr. Libido.<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Stop!!!” he said.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I didn’t know you can sing… Can you sing Total Eclipse From the Heart with me?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She replied…“I’m sorry, I never heard of that song. You got any lyrics with you?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“I think I have it…” Libido said, searching his pockets.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">After sitting down together, the director asks her “So you could sing. Tell me, if ever you studied in a musical school, who was your teacher?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Fenix, Kevin Fenix. He’s from Ireland and many members of his family were musicians,” she replied as she looks at her co-star struggling to find the lyrics she asked for.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Damn! It’s not with me! I’ll just sing it to you instead. Is this fine with you?” Libido asked…<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Get it on!” she answered, reaching her pack of cigarette.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Holding his abs, he started singing with a great enthusiasm, “Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming around. Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears…”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This time he started dancing. Doing his undying funny stunts, he sings again.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by. Turn around, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes. Turn around bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart. Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and then I fall apart…”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He continuously sings at the top of his lungs, his face turned tomato red, trying with all his might to bring out the highest pitch possible.<br /><br />Then suddenly, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Pffffrrrrblurrpfffrt!.............pfffrrrrblurrrptttrt!...... pffroot!.. pfroot!”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The crew stopped the moment they heard that unusual sound, grabbing anything to cover their noses, forcing themselves not to laugh.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mr. Libido went out a timid laugh as everybody stared at him. Seconds later, they cackled in unison. They laughed hard, they’ve gone wild, others mimicking Mr. Libido’s moves just right before he let out an explosion. They laughed, and laughed and laughed… Their merrymaking seemed endless.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Few meters away, two men in a speeding motorcycle snatched their attentions. They froze. Panicked…..watching in terror as the men with guns in their hands were coming their way.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!! Ratatatatatatatatatatatattttt!!!”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A deafening silence covered the entire area as the men rushed away from the scene. There. Rested in the ground were the helpless bodies of the whole crew. All dead.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">An hour later, the area was filled with media, Police cars and emergency response vehicles. Police tape where in the scene to prevent the crowd from spoiling the evidences. A team of CSI arrived at the crime scene. Gil Grissom -- wearing sunglasses, his usual CSI work jacket, and latex gloves. Also in a CSI work jacket and donning the latex gloves, Didder Dee, as Catherine Willows, crouches with a camera. Didder's taking a photo of the murder victims directly in front of them. Numbered markers are positioned at points of evidence: shrapnel of bullets, pieces of equipment nearby and positioning of the dead bodies.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Hmmm...It seems this is the work of a vigilante" said Grissom while inspecting the bullet wound from a dead girl. “Possible...some of our witnesses says that the suspects are riding in a Yamaha motorcycle.” Willows added.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Yo! Look what I found!" shouted Warrick Brown crouching from a darker part of the scene snapping photos. Grissom walks towards Brown.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"What is it?" ask Grissom looking at the object.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Looks like a test tube with a blue liquid in it." answered Brown while picking it up.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Look! more of this blue liquid are spilled everywhere in the area" said Brown.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Put that in the bag and bring it to the laboratory for more examination. " commanded Grissom.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suddenly, they heard people screaming. Police where firing crazy with their gun.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"What the f!@#k is going on?!" ask Brown in a frantic tone.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I don't know! C'mon let's go!!" shouted Grissom.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And at that precise moment of his dream, a loud crash outside his room woke up Drake. He was having unusual dreams lately, a kaleidoscopic fusion of images, sounds, memories, and stories that seemed to be set in the surreal landscape of a Salvador Dali painting. Sometimes though, it had a haunting quality, almost as if they were quasi-messages that were trying to tell him something. But what?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Must be just stress, he muttered. He had recently transferred to New York City from relatively laid back Nebraska and was getting a high-paying (albeit high-pressure) job in Wall Street. He had broken up with his girlfriend who opted to stay behind – he still grimaced remembering that tearful scene in the airport – but sometimes, it is just the case that people move on. <span style="font-style: italic;">C’est la vie.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He massaged his aching temples and flicked on his bedside lamp. Just then, he heard a clatter in the kitchen outside his room. He realized that something woke him up – yes, a loud sound, like something metallic hitting the floor. But who, or what, was making the noise?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drake got up to open his bedroom door.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drake hesitated opening his bedroom door. He didn’t know what was on the other side, making that weird metallic noise. Drake pinched himself on his right arm to make sure he was awake and realized that he really was after hearing himself grunt in pain. Reassured that he wasn’t dreaming anymore, he twisted the door knob and slowly opened it.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drake found himself standing in front of a big-ass clitoris and when I mean ‘big-ass’, I mean steroid-taking-porn-star size. He stood there, half-amazed, half-confused. <span style="font-style: italic;">What in the world is a humungous clitoris doing in my house?!?</span> He noticed that the clitoris had been pierced through and that the weird metallic noise was actually coming from the ball bearing hitting the floor because of the clitoris’ erratic throbbing.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“You look surprised.” Drake turned around searching for the source of the voice he had just heard.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Who is that?” he asked. “Is that you Macho Man?”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Macho Man?!? It’s me! The clit, asshole!” the giant appendage responded. “I hate it when people associate my voice with Macho Man.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Okay… a giant clit who sounds like a wrestler. Now, I’ve seen everything.” Drake told himself.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“No, you haven’t. Wait until you meet my cousins. Twins. D-sized boobs with dog-faced nipples.” touchéd the clit.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Drake still couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. <span style="font-style: italic;">I really should cut down on the cinnamon apple weed.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All of a sudden, something started growing out on the front of the clit. <span style="font-style: italic;">An appendage on an appendage?</span> Now this is starting to get fucking weird! Drake noticed that what was growing was also starting to form a face. Slowly, the face’s features became clearer and clearer. Drake squinted his eyes, excited but at the same time, afraid of whose face it would turn out to be.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“Tito?!?” Drake shouted.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic;">What in the world is Tito’s face doing on a clit?</span> “Hiya, Drake! It’s actually Clito” the thing greeted while bobbing up and down in rhythmic unison with the clit’s throbbing.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And that was when Drake’s eyes got nearly blinded by the light of the shining armor. Yes, the thing dangling in the thing is actually an armor that is shining so bright that made the eyes so big and wide.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And Drake said, “Mama, I have not seen an armor so shining like that one dangling attached on a thing”.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then Mama said, “Wake up you little Drako, you are just dreaming. Stop staring my adam’s apple with your eyes closed.”<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So there you go. The “Clit” is actually the adams apple of Drake’s Mom. After realizing everything, Drake tried to catch the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dogs. But wait, there’s more…continue reading and you’ll get an extra wasted second. So that is why the quick brown jumps over the lazy fox dog. And they live happily ever after.</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-42359847854056339292008-06-24T19:18:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:47:18.027+08:00Buying Cars Through Online Auctions: Worth It or Not?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">by C.B. Villares<br /><br /></span>Online car auctions have given used automobiles a second chance to an infinite number of consumers worldwide. Over a million of cars are sold every year, reaching customers across borders—minus the hassle plus excellent service and satisfaction. With just a simple click, you may choose from a vast number of used cars that suit both your wants and needs which are cheaper than usual; you dictate the price! Auto auctions online may just be on top of the ranks in efficiently delivering your choice of pre-owned vehicles worth every penny.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />But where exactly could you find <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">used cars</a> that are still reliable, economical, and good in quality and condition?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />Japan’s used vehicle exporting is a global business that steps up to answer and meet the expectations of the rising number of car buyers online. Almost good as new, pre-owned vehicles exported from Japan are no more than six years old with less than 100,000 kilometers of covered mileage. Why so?</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />High depreciation rates and meticulous road tests of Japanese vehicles make its value decline after only several years. Although vehicle disposal is available for devalued cars, it is rather expensive for average car owners. This situation gave rise to online car auctions and export business—a profitable and beneficial option for pre-owners and a practical, cheaper alternative for car buyers.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />It is important to note, however, that a growing number of Japanese used car dealers and exporters online offer practical and cheaper alternatives. Most of these car dealers have grown to become worldwide exporters while others are single entrepreneurs who run their own business. Established car dealers may give you secure and reliable business deals while small dealers have relatively smaller overheads which translates to less dealer fees. But trust is always yours to give, and companies could only earn that trust through reliable and quality service.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />One company that has earned the trust of customers on over 80 countries on six continents is IBC Japan. A world leader in the vehicle export industry, IBC Japan offers a variety of online export services of the best pre-owned car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA. Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. Search results come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now back to the question in hand, “Is it worth to buy used cars through online auctions?” Well it is, but only if you are dealing with the right dealer.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-15141825471616872442008-06-23T13:50:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:49:10.337+08:00Guide to Buying Japanese Used Cars<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >If you have chosen to purchase a Japanese used vehicle from a Japanese used vehicle importer, distributor, or exporter, you have already made an intelligent move. You will be able to obtain a vehicle that is almost as good as new, sans the depreciation that affects new car buyers as soon as they pay for the car. Japanese <a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">used cars</span></a> — even those that are only one year old -- are 20 to 30 percent cheaper than new cars. But there are other good reasons to buy a used Japanese vehicle:<br /></span><ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Buying a used car gives you luxury so you can afford a model which is “loaded” or has more accessories.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Some used vehicles bought already include <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/services_maritime.asp?id=middle%20east%20other">insurance</a>.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Bigger bargains are possible for the smart shopper.<br /></span></li></ol><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br />The reasons to avoid used cars — lack of reliability and the expense of repairs —are not issues anymore. Consider these advantages:<br /><br /></span><ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Japanese used cars are the most reliable compared to other makes.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Some Japanese used cars that are bought from Japanese used car exporters are still under the factory warranty.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Most new vehicle makers now sell certified used cars, which include warranties.</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">The history of a Japanese used car can easily be traced using the Vehicle Identification Number (VIN number).</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Buying Japanese used cars is now very convenient; in fact, you can even get one easily by buying online from a reliable and reputable Japanese vehicle exporter like IBC Japan.<br /></span></li></ol><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" >Everyone looking to buy a used Japanese vehicle will first consider price, then <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/inventory_qualitycontrol.asp?id=middle%20east%20other">quality</a>, buying convenience, and reliable customer service. With these in mind, buyers are most certainly assured to enjoy all these by buying online from a used Japanese vehicle exporter like IBC Japan.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">IBC Japan</span> offers some of the best Japanese used car makes such as Toyota, Nissan, Mazda, Mitsubishi, Honda, Nissan, Mitsubishi, Isuzu, Daihatsu, and Subaru. Aside from this, European and US car makes are also available from inventory, along with original left-hand drive vehicles straight from the USA, Singapore, Thailand, and Korea: all these at very competitive and reasonable prices.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" >IBC Japan’s interactive website is also very flexible and allows customers to conveniently search specific criteria of Japanese used cars such as make, model, and price range. <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/quicksearch.asp?id=middle%20east%20other">Search results</a> come in a thumbnail format complete with vehicle specs, description, and grading. More importantly, IBC Japan has a customer service center that serves customers 24 hours a day, seven days a week to answer any inquiries and attend to concerns.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-64986392715256817012008-06-20T15:58:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:49:52.534+08:00Can you Trust your Online Used Car Dealer?<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Do not settle for mediocre service from unscrupulous <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">used car</a> dealers. Even though there are plenty of fraudulent dealers on the net, there are a few used car dealers with proven track records. One such car dealer site I suggest is IBC Japan. I have compiled a few of the important points they offer. Give them a try; hopefully, it will shorten your search for the one you can trust.<br /><br />The company offers the widest selection of Japanese <a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">used cars</span></a> to customers in America, Africa, Middle East, Europe, and <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/">Asia</a>. Whether you are a local buyer or from far-off region, IBC Japan can reach you through its regional distribution centers located in <a href="http://australia.ibcjapan.co.jp/">Australia</a>, <a href="http://newzealand.ibcjapan.co.jp/">New Zealand</a>, <a href="http://europe.ibcjapan.co.jp/">United Kingdom</a>, <a href="http://southamerica.ibcjapan.co.jp/">South America</a>, <a href="http://africa.ibcjapan.co.jp/">Africa</a>, and <a href="http://theamericas.ibcjapan.co.jp/">Florida</a>.<br /><br />All <a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/quicksearch.asp?id=Philippines">used vehicles</a> are sourced directly from Japan, so whatever you are looking for – be it sedans, trucks, sports cars, or SUVs – you get access to lots of choices, all with complete details.<br /><br />Free membership <a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/landing.asp?ic=8">sign up</a> allows you to access vehicles from various sources – stocks from IBC Japan Inventory, stocks held in Japan auctions, or IBC Japan’s own <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/inventory_idirect_quicktour.asp?id=Philippines">online auctions</a>. You can even specify the vehicle you want and IBC will find it for you. IBC Japan has pool of Customer Service Representatives to answer your inquiries 24/7 via email, IBC Chat, <a href="http://asia.ibcjapan.co.jp/about_contact_us_skype.asp?id=Philippines">Skype</a>, or phone. They have comprehensive vehicle appraisals. All cars pass stringent vehicle checks and inspections, and are graded for your guidance.<br /><br />While the Internet makes searches for </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">used car</a> dealers easy and convenient, the unrestrained emergence of fraud teaches us to take better precautions. It is wise to be vigilant in choosing only those with proven track records. Going through dealer’s vehicle appraisal systems and terms of trade, reading reviews and feedbacks are just some of the ways to scrutinize a dealer’s reliability. So choose carefully.<br /><br />Visit IBC Japan at <a href="http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp/">http://www.ibcjapan.co.jp</a> for more details.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8784789778922715866.post-24790809057770876862008-06-20T09:39:00.000+08:002008-09-23T11:50:12.186+08:00not my lucky day..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQFXBGBVMFg4wuguxqJaZhQ6MR3NthHJg9ziiU9jSIzreIw_CuB9OrzXRJW3ZKpIr0kR7nJMahYo1fprQyWsEqpI57uAzaVr0x3C3Zl7_Xwtu5tiDhIgD0umS4iHGYWt94gxLBs2kVUnd/s1600-h/unlucky.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQFXBGBVMFg4wuguxqJaZhQ6MR3NthHJg9ziiU9jSIzreIw_CuB9OrzXRJW3ZKpIr0kR7nJMahYo1fprQyWsEqpI57uAzaVr0x3C3Zl7_Xwtu5tiDhIgD0umS4iHGYWt94gxLBs2kVUnd/s320/unlucky.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213783005781406482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My alarm went out at 6AM sharp. My conscious mind keeps telling my lazy body to get up and get ready for work. But my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, keep turning my alarm off every time it rings. At 6:30 my head feels heavy. My entire body aches. I have difficulty swallowing. And I'm feeling slightly hot. So, I had another doze or two. 7:30... 8:00.. 8:30 and finally decided to take a half day off.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">1:25PM and I'm off to work. I took a cab and along the way it rained, cats and dogs. Too bad I didn't bring my umbrella or a sweater. I was just hoping it would stop when I arrive, or at least slows down... but unfortunately, it didn't. I got out of the cab, ran as fast as I could towards the entrance of the building. But it's no use.. I'm soaked. Rain waters dripping from my wet hair to my already wet shirt. My body's felt heavier and heavier. I'm starting to feel warm... Shit! I'm having fever again. I sat down in my chair, feeling dizzy and cold. I asked my colleague if I could borrow her sweater and said yes. So I took off my shirt and put the sweater on. Everything’s good now, well I thought it would…</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />3:30PM and still not feeling well. I went to the pantry, filled my mug with hot choco and put it in the microwave to make it more hot. While on my way to my seat, I stopped to have a chitchat with a friend and all of a sudden one of my officemates accidentally bumped me, leaving my super-duper-hot choco thrown all over me. Unlucky me, huh?! I rushed to the women’s room to wash it away at least.</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br />Haaay life.. I should have taken the rest of the day off and STAYED HOME.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0