<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292</id><updated>2011-12-05T14:05:07.060+05:00</updated><category term='ART: THE BANG'/><category term='Info'/><category term='Untrue'/><title type='text'>ZiNgMeNoT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-2973196007524328782</id><published>2010-10-27T19:26:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:33:53.438+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st pic of my child - (from the womb)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/TMg3wD-3ogI/AAAAAAAAAGU/huJIPNohuD0/s1600/1st+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/TMg3wD-3ogI/AAAAAAAAAGU/huJIPNohuD0/s320/1st+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532733441066902018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-2973196007524328782?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/2973196007524328782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=2973196007524328782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2973196007524328782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2973196007524328782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-pic-of-my-child-from-womb.html' title='The 1st pic of my child - (from the womb)'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/TMg3wD-3ogI/AAAAAAAAAGU/huJIPNohuD0/s72-c/1st+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-2954187109526406022</id><published>2009-11-15T11:38:00.010+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:22:52.040+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ART: THE BANG'/><title type='text'>Some stuff that i have been working on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These paintings are done digitally on PHOTOSHOP CS3 and CS4.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a tablet and started to do what i know best and what you know&lt;br /&gt;i think the results are good eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-jvoAWUHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PJChd-zb19k/s1600-h/color1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-jvoAWUHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PJChd-zb19k/s320/color1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404218116455944306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first coloring. this took me about 5 days 5 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-ixvcoBdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0JA5gxNU8yY/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-ixvcoBdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0JA5gxNU8yY/s320/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404217053301704146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just drew the girl and would next start with the background.&lt;br /&gt;This took me about 10 hrs to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-lbdSnXYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JU9Tow-DiYc/s1600-h/kurehun+final+touch+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-lbdSnXYI/AAAAAAAAAGE/JU9Tow-DiYc/s320/kurehun+final+touch+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404219969005641090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some detail has been left intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;This took me about 5 to 7 days to complete.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-2954187109526406022?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/2954187109526406022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=2954187109526406022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2954187109526406022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2954187109526406022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-stuff-that-i-have-been-working-on.html' title='Some stuff that i have been working on'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Sv-jvoAWUHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PJChd-zb19k/s72-c/color1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-588358977878061707</id><published>2007-11-24T16:41:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:14:24.135+05:00</updated><title type='text'>A story that ends with death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="style2"&gt;The Wheel of Time™ Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;             &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="style2" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.  Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.  In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose....  The wind was not the beginning.  There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time.&lt;br /&gt;          But it was a beginning."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="style2" align="center"&gt;With this phrase, millions of readers have entered a world strikingly real, rich in detail and complexity—the world of Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="style2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since i first heard of the book till today i have read all the books of Wheel of Time series. But i never thought that it would end like this. The book ends taking the life of the author himself  taking him to the world beyond. Late ROBERT JORDAN has been an artist who has inspired the men and women all around the globe, to go in to the world of fantasy. Times that i felt down and bored and going crazy, his books gave me light in my darkest hours and in dire times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="style2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His journey to world beyond was 17th of September 2007. And to say that i am a fan is embarrassing because i just knew about his death when i was googling for the new books and updates of WHEEL OF TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="style2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes he is one great man who gave light to the world when him self was fighting the shadow to the death. A brave man ,  an inspiring author. May he find shade and water as the aile would say. The world has lost yet another great author.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-588358977878061707?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/588358977878061707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=588358977878061707&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/588358977878061707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/588358977878061707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-that-ends-with-story.html' title='A story that ends with death.'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-5932171008043208444</id><published>2007-07-16T14:12:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:10:24.714+05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why can’t you just love me for who I am and ..............?"</title><content type='html'>Well Fellow friends and animals. keke sorry just too excited today. Anyways the thing is i Found this article &lt;a href="http://www.ofuzi.com/2007/05/28/no-sex-tonight/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Sex Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . As unbelievable as it sounds, its the truth. Well we men would agree to it but women they just say it with nothing in their mind. We men, we need sex and its a must for survival. And so is sex a necessity. Women tend to manipulate men to get the hard earned cash to be spent for just nothing important to anyone. And thus the men get laid because they spent enough cash for the woman to be happy for JUST ONE NIGHT. Now i stress the point one night because its a routine and it goes on and on. Till we men die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have your female partner treated you to coffee. Well if you put Math in it, it would go something like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;@ ratio 20 : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinario&lt;/span&gt;. u know i am right too but thnx for the coffees i got from you. ( Do not think i would get any more from her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point would be more visible to the naked eye when you open your brains and look deep in to the merciless hearts of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See the fact and you all will believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SEX TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_hrFVgqI/AAAAAAAAADY/0VBhDGK4SYE/s1600-h/23276966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_hrFVgqI/AAAAAAAAADY/0VBhDGK4SYE/s320/23276966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087730051778445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting intobed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_h7FVgrI/AAAAAAAAADg/omEMUpWUqcc/s1600-h/22612373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_h7FVgrI/AAAAAAAAADg/omEMUpWUqcc/s320/22612373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087730056073413298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says “I don’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like it, I just want you to hold me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I said “WHAT??!! What was that?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to satisfy your physical needs as a man.” She responded to my puzzled look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by saying, “Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the bedroom?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_h7FVgsI/AAAAAAAAADo/_1Zu4AkGqyQ/s1600-h/deewar+look+ma+no+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_h7FVgsI/AAAAAAAAADo/_1Zu4AkGqyQ/s320/deewar+look+ma+no+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087730056073413314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;take so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;earrings. Let me tell you…she was so excited. She must have thought I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I threw her for a loop when I said, “That’s fine, honey.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, “I think this is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dear, let’s go to the cashier.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, “No honey, I don’t feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I then said “honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;your shopping needs as a woman.” And just when she had this look like she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was going to kill me, I added, “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not for the things I buy you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-5932171008043208444?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/5932171008043208444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=5932171008043208444&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/5932171008043208444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/5932171008043208444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-cant-you-just-love-me-for-who-i-am.html' title='&quot;Why can’t you just love me for who I am and ..............?&quot;'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rps_hrFVgqI/AAAAAAAAADY/0VBhDGK4SYE/s72-c/23276966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-6168824366427636073</id><published>2007-06-08T16:21:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:56:35.344+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fully Healed: Up n about......................</title><content type='html'>Well i am happy to say that i am totally healed and now ready to post new things. I have seen and heard so many things that i am so confused on what i should share with ya all first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is something that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one morning , late as usual, got ready for work, and on road while enjoying my morning smoke and walking on a nice relaxing pace, i stumbled across a  gal. I was surprised at how splendid she was dressed and how stunningly beautiful she looked. But, i was more shocked to see her a ANHEN PARTEY. (Female who do drugs and is intoxicated by it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Ey madu kohbaaa................&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Ey dhee baa 20/- rufiyaa cigeret fohteh gannan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: keeh kuran madheyn vee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Kaley buni kameh koh dheynan, Buni thaakah Dhaanan. hama 20/- ruifiyaa dheyn jeheynee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Magey athuga eba huri laari ekamu vakin neh 20/- rufiyaa eh nei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Alhe heyo nuvaane mashah fegeh dheebala ehen veeru.&lt;br /&gt;I gave the one i was smoking and started to walk and she also started to walk the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew that was close i thought. i was not 10 steps away when sudenly i was turned around by some one forcefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Ey kaley geyah hingaa bala. varah hees lavai ganegen miulhenee. gayah levidhaane.&lt;br /&gt;i told her my home is not near by which was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhen partey: Dhen kihineh hadhaanee...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SHOCKED FACE TURNED RED WITH FEAR...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took her pants down and sat near the road and just peed there. I saw almost everything. I was more shocked to even be disgusted by what she did. She finished her business and some of the ppl who saw what she was doing came to check what was going on. Who came to look were females and old women and men. They asked me what was going on and i explained in brief.They started scolding her and saying abusive things to her. I knew i had to do something before she gets in more trouble in the state that she was. FYI she also returned the comments with mostly garbage talk. Anyways i took her hand and took her to majeedhee magu and then i found a friend of mine who was on a bike so i told him what happened and he took her to some place that gal said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i never saw her again. Well i never did give her the 20/- she wanted not even offered her to use the toilet in my home. That incident led me to think that i did the wrong thing not offering her to use the toilet. I have come to think that PARTEY's  and these drug lords in male' create innocent ppl into monsters for their benefit. And then these Victims do things that they are not aware that they are doing in the community which makes them the target of abusive words from us. Telling a partey to correct him self or her self wont change anything. But if we offer them our hand to hold when they want to be change then they would change. Of course we would have to eliminate the Drug Lords also. But lets not our friends and family turn in to monsters help them to help them selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DRUG ADDICTION IS NOT A DISEASE THAT CANT BE CURED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-6168824366427636073?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6168824366427636073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=6168824366427636073&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6168824366427636073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6168824366427636073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/06/fully-healed-up-n-about.html' title='Fully Healed: Up n about......................'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-3128493797245708927</id><published>2007-05-27T15:15:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:06:41.977+05:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaahhhhhh healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STILL HEALING&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wounds heal, but takes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/armpit.swf" quality="high" align="middle" height="300" width="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well most of the pics i took of the wound looked something like a stretched butt hole so these pics is the best that i can show u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My armpit abscess which was “&lt;b&gt;ABSTRACTED&lt;/b&gt;” (operated on and removed surgically) made a very large wound inside the armpit. Every day I have to go to the hospital to change the medication on the wound. Well the funny part is each day it’s a new nurse and they say the same thing “another two days its gona heal, its gona take about three more dressings” and what am I, a fool that has no brain and no self consciousness of what’s going around. (ke ke ke that’s too far) anyways do they think I am stupid coz its been about 2 weeks now that I am going there every day and still they say the same old bullshit. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways I have learnt to be tolerant and to be EXTRA polite so I just keep my big mouth shut. Seriously these nurses and docs think after they get their certificates and diplomas us the illiterate (no idea of medical world) is dumb and fool enough to believe what ever they say. For example I found an article in the newspaper of male’ I think it was MIADHU DAILY paper. The headline said “AANMUKOH T.V BALAA MEEHUNGE HAKURU LEVEL THIRI NUKUREVE” Do u believe this shit? They say it and we believe it. Is that what we are? Anyways what I don’t understand is, what’s the connection between T.V. and DIABETES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-3128493797245708927?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/3128493797245708927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=3128493797245708927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3128493797245708927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3128493797245708927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaaahhhhhh-healing.html' title='aaaahhhhhh healing'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-3843407328864308884</id><published>2007-05-16T14:48:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:07:18.665+05:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!! SICK AS HELL</title><content type='html'>All my faithful readers would be having the same question in their mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where the F*@# is Zing?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways here is why i cant make any new posts for a while. ke kekke&lt;br /&gt;as i am sick with the thing on my armpit ( some sort of abscess ) i had to lift my right arm to avoid getting the thing squashed by my carelessness. Well yesterday the doctor said that he thinks its bad and he advised me to take it out. Was my first surgery and was scared but not that much but the anesthetics was really painful those injections are more painful then the real operation. Oh and it was not a big surgery a small one. Anyways i was on the table with the doc working on my arm and while he and i was chatting i felt tingling sensation then i felt pulling tearing slicing and u know all the things that you may feel while surgery. i had tears in my eyes because i was fighting against the pain. Well it really was painful even with the anesthetics. Anyways the surgery finished and i am alive and fine but still have to keep my right arm raised as it hurts when i bring it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to change the dressing of the area so went back to the hospital and i asked if its gona hurt well the reply was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"not as much as a mosquito bite". &lt;/span&gt;Can&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;u believe if i told you that it hurt more than getting circumcised . While they pulling the gauz out of the wound it was like i was nailed clubbed and whipped. seriously i have about 5 more days of this torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"GOD i say. Let me bear the pain.&lt;br /&gt;and let all the germs and infections be slain.&lt;br /&gt;help me to tolerate and have no damage to the brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wish me luck coz i may not return sniff sniff. if i do return i would bring you stuff which you'll be happy to see. Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-3843407328864308884?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/3843407328864308884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=3843407328864308884&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3843407328864308884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3843407328864308884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-sick-as-hell.html' title='SORRY!!! SICK AS HELL'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-8673218717695192441</id><published>2007-05-07T09:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T15:20:45.037+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Stuff i did: Idont own a camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are some pictures i took the other day. As i don't own a camera, these are taken by a mobile phone camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/l_fancytrans_r.swf" loop="false" quality="high" flashvars="logopath=http://flash.picturetrail.com/pflicks/ptlogo1.swf&amp;ptdim=50.10&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ptxy=400.16&amp;img1=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1544/8484096/15778347/250739468.jpg&amp;amp;img2=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1544/8484096/15778347/250739161.jpg&amp;img3=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1544/8484096/15778347/250739083.jpg&amp;amp;img4=http://pic30.picturetrail.com:80/VOL1544/8484096/15778347/250738971.jpg" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="photoFlick" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="302" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" height="30" valign="bottom" width="85"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4568989523208317292"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4568989523208317292"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And all of the pictures are Edited to avoid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinching&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biting&lt;/span&gt;. These pictures are edited to create an effect which i have learned through years of non-sweating hard work (worked in AC rooms). Anyways hope these pictures tell the story behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i thank the "MODELS" in the pictures for giving me the chance to capture the beauty behind what they are. The girl's picture was taken at her place. Me trying to seduce her to take her top of kke keke. (Wish she took it off now) anyways the other picture of a guy facing the other way was taken at a coffee in lily's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-8673218717695192441?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/8673218717695192441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=8673218717695192441&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/8673218717695192441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/8673218717695192441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-stuff-i-did-idont-own-camera.html' title='Some Stuff i did: Idont own a camera'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-1011115651160281447</id><published>2007-05-05T12:25:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:09:03.692+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Work: The "AD"</title><content type='html'>This is my first flash animation hopefully i would be able to make more. This one i made for HERBLINE SHOP. It took me sometime to complete this 10 second "AD". As i am a newbie to flash and animation ke ke ke ke. The Ad which is being aired on TVM contains Sound as well. This is without the sound as i have a player on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The content you see below is property of &lt;/span&gt;HERBLINE MALDIVES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ALL RIGHTS RESERVED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/TVad02.swf" quality="high" align="middle" height="300" width="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-1011115651160281447?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/1011115651160281447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=1011115651160281447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/1011115651160281447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/1011115651160281447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-art.html' title='My first Work: The &quot;AD&quot;'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-6398552537088356662</id><published>2007-05-02T18:01:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:31:01.201+05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCOVERY??? AWSOME NEWS GUYS......!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I found this while googling. Its the best one i found since my last post had so many readers so far. BTW this is just Opinions and Random research so i wouldnt worry if i was a girl with boobs. ke keke since i am not i am gona enjoy while it lasts. LIVE LONGER DUDES.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RjiMZk958OI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rIaLvgAlJI/s1600-h/breasts000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 674px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RjiMZk958OI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rIaLvgAlJI/s320/breasts000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059948552398696674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture you all see above to some text which i appologize for the quality for the picture. ahem was on NEW YORK TIMES. The gals standing showing the MOST HEAVENLY thing which we men like to be near is nothing compared to what you all would know from the article next to the picture. Below is a Blow up of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;FOR THOSE WHO STILL CANT READ U NEED MORE SCHOOLING: JUST READ THE TEXT BELOW THE PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RjiNX0958PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rx4-bGXHPnI/s1600-h/an_eyeful_a_day_keeps_the_doctor_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 564px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RjiNX0958PI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rx4-bGXHPnI/s320/an_eyeful_a_day_keeps_the_doctor_away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059949621845553394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;"&gt;An eyeful a day &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt;"&gt;Keeps the doctor away…………………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;By Jonathan Hayter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Staring at women’s breast is good for men’s health and makes them live longer, a new survey reveals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Researchers have discovered that a 10 minute ogle at women’s breasts is a healthy as half an hour in gym.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A five year study of 200 men found that those who enjoyed a longing look at busty beauties had lower blood pressure, less heart disease and slower pulse rates compared to those who did not get their daily eyeful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dr. Karen Weatherby, who carried out the German study, wrote in the NEW ENGLAND JOURNAL of medicine: “Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a well endowed female is roughly equivalent to a 30 minute workout.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sexual excitement gets the heart pumping and improves blood circulation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“There is no question that gazing at breast makes men healthier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Out study indicates that engaging in this activity a few minutes daily cuts the risk of a stroke and heart attack in half.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We believe that by doing so consistently, the average man can extend his life four to five years”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  ___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is an enjoyable and informative article for my dear readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: KEEP THE COMMENTS COMING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;ZiNgMeNoT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-6398552537088356662?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6398552537088356662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=6398552537088356662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6398552537088356662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6398552537088356662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/05/discovery-awsome-news-guys.html' title='DISCOVERY??? AWSOME NEWS GUYS......!!!!!'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RjiMZk958OI/AAAAAAAAADI/4rIaLvgAlJI/s72-c/breasts000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-2330019759700871803</id><published>2007-04-22T13:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T13:32:07.521+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>A Questioned asked by many women</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-55 0 -55 21564 21600 21564 21600 0 -55 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graphics\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" title="breasts"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does Breast Size Really Matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Questioned asked by many women.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RisbMH_5bDI/AAAAAAAAACI/zJMNV7SY3ok/s1600-h/Breasts-073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RisbMH_5bDI/AAAAAAAAACI/zJMNV7SY3ok/s320/Breasts-073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056164901772946482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you know when men are cat-whipped? Because these are the same men who prioritized the whole Big Breast Search while they were single. Now, all we hear from is that breast size doesn't matter, as long as you care for the person (whappau! whappau! Hear the whip?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, when we breaks up with our girlfriend, "poof", big breasts matter again. You see that hanging out with a woman for too long does to a man? &lt;b&gt;This is why a non-single guy should go out with his buddies more often...his friends keep him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; grounded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;The secret rules&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;margin-left:4in;margin-top:51.35pt;width:140.3pt;" wrapcoords="-105 0 -105 21500 21600 21500 21600 0 -105 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graphics\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image005.jpg" title="delilah_breasts"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Seriously, most men pretend to care more about women's breast size around their friends than they really do. But in reality, we really don't care. Most of the time, we joke around more than anything. Inside our mind we know what they really are...a pair of nice shaped, and reasonably sized breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Rules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RiscTn_5bGI/AAAAAAAAACg/op8B7Yhk1Pg/s1600-h/delilah_breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RiscTn_5bGI/AAAAAAAAACg/op8B7Yhk1Pg/s320/delilah_breasts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056166130133593186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like big breasts, but I like small breasts as well. I have never encountered a breast that I didn't like. There are only two things I require from a woman's breast:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nipples&lt;br /&gt;2. Accessibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if her breasts are small, if a woman’s breasts meet these two requirements I'm all theirs. You see, in a relationship (especially a serious one), breast size doesn't matter at all (I can't believe I'm writing this, but its true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a woman has a guy who loves her for who she is, she has no reason to worry about her breast size, so she can forget about breast implants or the bust creams or blah blahs on the market. If a man can't appreciate a woman for what she has to offer, believe me, he won't respect the rest of her either (of course on bed we try to be nicer than usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Risb1H_5bFI/AAAAAAAAACY/zoiYqXt2nHg/s1600-h/ridiculously_large_breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Risb1H_5bFI/AAAAAAAAACY/zoiYqXt2nHg/s320/ridiculously_large_breasts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056165606147583058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1029" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="-38 0 -38 21572 21600 21572 21600 0 -38 0"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graphics\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image007.jpg" title="ridiculously_large_breasts"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="tight"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RisbfX_5bEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IkEVL4D61Fs/s1600-h/breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RisbfX_5bEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IkEVL4D61Fs/s320/breasts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056165232485428290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have come to learn that &lt;b&gt;a woman should never &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;get breast enlarged to please a man&lt;/b&gt;. She'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. If she does want implants, I hope that she'd be getting them for herself and no one else. Because it’s a known fact that it’s a 50/50 chance that u might get diseases and stuff beyond our imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little advice to the women who do want bigger breasts...don't spend your money on them. You could always find a sucker out there who'll happily pay for them. Just be your self and let the guy handle you nicely. And let him go all the way.&lt;/p&gt;All in all to conclude this article i would like to make a note that men and women both are most welcome to make any comments they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 Questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the Female opinion about this?&lt;br /&gt;Does men really want boobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-2330019759700871803?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/2330019759700871803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=2330019759700871803&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2330019759700871803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/2330019759700871803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/04/questioned-asked-by-many-women.html' title='A Questioned asked by many women'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RisbMH_5bDI/AAAAAAAAACI/zJMNV7SY3ok/s72-c/Breasts-073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-8370700512464106703</id><published>2007-04-16T17:20:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:36:49.983+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Untrue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Deoderant testing</title><content type='html'>On my search on the internet for extra ordinary things around the world, i found out that in the olden days scientists and pharmacologists, tested the deodorants  that we now use very closely.  They have been doing it for centuries till the found out that technology can be used to test em. Like i said earlier they tested the product very closely. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RiNsGKiUHtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VI7XY0pkhk/s1600-h/prod_938_29507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RiNsGKiUHtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VI7XY0pkhk/s320/prod_938_29507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054002060003122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I managed to find a picture which was taken a long time back showing how they tested the products for better smelling fragrances and long lasting ones. Well i even figured out that these people who tested the testers were paid more than the amount which would be given to any EXECUTIVE in any company. These are not just work its dirty work and these people loved doing that. Now the techonology has brought the new computers which could tell the smell of the plant or a flower just by scaning it is available, these people have no jobs left and they are now dentists or doctors or some other useless jobs which they can get hold of. The deodorants which was produced in the old days was effective and no fakes was available.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-8370700512464106703?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/8370700512464106703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=8370700512464106703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/8370700512464106703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/8370700512464106703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/04/deoderant-testing.html' title='Deoderant testing'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RiNsGKiUHtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9VI7XY0pkhk/s72-c/prod_938_29507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-6231104287971962977</id><published>2007-04-06T14:47:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:16:37.841+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RhYcu5Q0RKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mUKYG--SSTQ/s1600-h/668px-DCNG-levrette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RhYcu5Q0RKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mUKYG--SSTQ/s320/668px-DCNG-levrette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050255624113505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Doggy style&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doggy style&lt;/b&gt; is a sex position. This name refers to the initial position assumed by dogs when mating (see &lt;i&gt;canine copulation&lt;/i&gt;). It is also known as &lt;i&gt;kitty style&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;retrocopulation&lt;/i&gt;, or simply &lt;i&gt;rear entry&lt;/i&gt;, or by its Latin name, &lt;i&gt;coitus more ferarum&lt;/i&gt; ("sex like beasts do it").&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This position has been used since antiquity. It is described in the &lt;b&gt;Kama Sutra&lt;/b&gt; as &lt;b&gt;"the congress of a cow"&lt;/b&gt; and is listed in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Perfumed Garden&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In this position, the receiving partner crouches on all fours with the legs slightly spread, while the penetrating partner penetrates the receiver vaginally or anally from behind with their penis or strap-on dildo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In biology, &lt;b&gt;mating&lt;/b&gt; is the pairing of opposite-sex or hermaphroditic internal fertilization animals for copulation and, in social animals, also to raise their offspring. Mating methods include random mating, disassortative mating, assortative mating, or a mating pool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways here are some pictures of different types of species mating doggy style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Question is &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHY DO WE CALL IT DOGGY STYLE????????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RhYdWZQ0RMI/AAAAAAAAABg/t8DiTmQZV6g/s1600-h/COLL+DOGSTYLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 497px; height: 554px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RhYdWZQ0RMI/AAAAAAAAABg/t8DiTmQZV6g/s320/COLL+DOGSTYLE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050256302718338242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-6231104287971962977?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6231104287971962977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=6231104287971962977&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6231104287971962977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6231104287971962977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/04/doggy-style-doggy-style-is-sex-position.html' title=''/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RhYcu5Q0RKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/mUKYG--SSTQ/s72-c/668px-DCNG-levrette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-3711794095223483508</id><published>2007-03-31T11:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:24:50.398+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Releif</title><content type='html'>We maldivians are simply busy ppl as we all know, and sometimes we dont get enough time to even think about our own helth. Or relax laydown and just let the tesion on our joints and muscles go away. Its sad that we are consumed in the life we so dearly tried to avoid since childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am proud to annouce that i have found a solution through intense research, and btw its hilarious. Well this idea came to me while riding a Wave 125. with a Female frnd. That day i got realy busy at work so my muscles and joints hurt alot. Eventualy i asked my collegue if she get back pains just by sitting in front of a PC and doing work for 8 hrs a day. She said "NO" and asked me what i was talking about, i explained her that my back was hurting and its kinda cramped like, imediately she started to massage my back. (She Does have sensitive hands, she knows what she was doing. FYI not a &lt;strong&gt;MASSEUSE&lt;/strong&gt;). Well i dint get to enjoy it much because of my damn big mouth. ke ke ke kek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rg4LgN_bi7I/AAAAAAAAABI/0acOmyypOeI/s1600-h/11111_cambofamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047984880468331442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rg4LgN_bi7I/AAAAAAAAABI/0acOmyypOeI/s320/11111_cambofamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways my idea is this. When ever you want a quick releif you go to a massage therapist, well we do order food and other stuff on phone and get it dilivered to our door. Think about this you call a number and they send a masseuse to the place you are at a time you go from a place to another (this theory works only with ppl who has motor bikes) place. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rg4Jwd_bi5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZBYnLQN9_kg/s1600-h/11111_cambofamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you get on your motor bike the masseuse gets on the back of your bike and imediately starts giving you a quick massage. and when you reach your destination the masseuse gets off and you pay to the masseuse. Or rather if u like it can be deducted from your bank account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-3711794095223483508?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/3711794095223483508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=3711794095223483508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3711794095223483508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/3711794095223483508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-releif.html' title='Quick Releif'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/Rg4LgN_bi7I/AAAAAAAAABI/0acOmyypOeI/s72-c/11111_cambofamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-1224823091980656661</id><published>2007-03-30T14:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:00:22.212+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>The amazing Cockroaches</title><content type='html'>Most females as we all know hate the thing. they just freak out. i took a picture of a roach one night and mms'd it to a gal i know. well she was sleeping when she received it but later early morning when she got up to pee she checked her phone and guess what happened. Well i wish she peed her self my self ppl but she could not go back to sleep after she she saw it. Her actual words were ( MY WORST ENEMY ) i would have given anything to see her face ke ke ke ke ke ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i Googled a bit for roach info and got this. Article below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cockroaches&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.cockroach-pictures.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockroach (order: Dictyoptera, sub-order: Blattaria, meaning "to shun the light") is probably one of the most infamous and hated of all insects. It is associated with filth and unhygienic conditions. The cockroach descends from an ancient lineage of insects which have inhabited our planet for around 100 times longer than humans. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RgzdQ9_bi4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/G1oJpmNSAuI/s1600-h/cockroaches.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RgzdQ9_bi4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/G1oJpmNSAuI/s320/cockroaches.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047652565963737986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;About 4,000 species are known today, only about 12-14 are commonly associated with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches have been found to carry the pathogens that cause tuberculosis, cholera, leprosy, dysentery, and typhoid, as well as over 40 other bacteria (like salmonella) or viruses that can cause disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches are related to termites (Isoptera) which some authorities believe arose 100 to 50 million years ago as an offshoot (or possibly 2 offshoots) of the cockroach lineage of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cockroach-pictures.com/images/cockroach-picture-1.gif" alt="Cockroach picture 1" border="0" height="150" width="135" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cockroach-pictures.com/images/cockroach-picture-2.gif" alt="Cockroach picture 2" border="0" height="150" width="134" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cockroach-pictures.com/images/cockroach-picture-3.gif" alt="Cockroach picture 3" border="0" height="150" width="146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockroach has an &lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Publish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oval somewhat flattened head partially concealed by the pronotum and with the mouth pointing backwards between the fore coxa. The antennae are long and thin and inserted below the middle of the eyes, the mouthparts are adapted for biting, chewing and licking while the compound eyes are usually large and irregularly hemispherical being wider near the vertex (the top of the front of the head). The forewings (tegmina) are usually hardened and often opaque, the hind wings are membranous (in cockroaches, except very small ones, the wings, in those species which have them overlap in the middle of the abdomen whereas the wings of beetles never overlap at all). The legs are almost equal in length and depressed beneath the body. The abdomen has ten segments but only 7 or 8 visible from above while from beneath 9 plates (sternites) are visible in the male but only 7 in the female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-1224823091980656661?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/1224823091980656661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=1224823091980656661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/1224823091980656661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/1224823091980656661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/03/amazing-cockroaches.html' title='The amazing Cockroaches'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U0iA4K-YeI4/RgzdQ9_bi4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/G1oJpmNSAuI/s72-c/cockroaches.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568989523208317292.post-6070061924595003825</id><published>2007-03-26T17:16:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:04:19.196+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iyas bday Bash</title><content type='html'>So honestly i think it was one of the funniest nights of my life. i have never seen iya so happy. Jumanji and Yoope made him the happiest man in earth that night. Ofcoz i can not dare forget Thihkalhey, he managed a lot more than i should have expected out of him. Well it was a wonder iya dint puke that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4568989523208317292-6070061924595003825?l=zingmenot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/feeds/6070061924595003825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4568989523208317292&amp;postID=6070061924595003825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6070061924595003825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4568989523208317292/posts/default/6070061924595003825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zingmenot.blogspot.com/2007/03/iyas-bday-bash.html' title='Iyas bday Bash'/><author><name>ZINGMENOT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00004145531390547834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u272/zingmenot/MEEE.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
