<?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-5978187268522544734</id><updated>2012-02-12T00:56:56.748-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>the witch's broo</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's a bitch. And damn! Life's too short. You gotta love life. And you gotta love your life. Because no one else will. Be good to others. But be better to yourself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-173997441157269653</id><published>2012-01-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:51:57.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up With Dignity</title><content type='html'>(By Christian Adi, The Jakarta Globe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, when a women loses attraction to her committed partner  and is attracted to someone else, while comparing you with the other  guy on how good he is in every way you’re not, then it’s time for you to  leave her better than you found her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the top three reasons why you should leave her better than you found her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You’ll come off trying too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you try to be the person that she wanted, it won’t work because she  already knows you and isn’t attracted to you anymore, so if you suddenly  change she might laugh at you because it may be unnatural for her.  Therefore, she will less likely appreciate you. Let’s face the fact that  perhaps the guy that she likes right now can fill the unsatisfied part  in your relationship. Plus, the next candidate might have more  experience and potential than you in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It’s damaging for your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,  you don’t want someone to compare you every time or even sometimes,  especially to another guy who is better in her eyes. In fact, the  stupidest thing that you can do is to try catch up with this guy’s  experience whilst your core competencies may not be at his level  (business experience, local knowledge, and how to treat women).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  You will have no value in her eyes and may come off as a needy loser  with mental problems if you’re still yearning for her after the break up  phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we have already fallen for her, clearly  knowing that she drives us crazy, we still try everything we can to  reconnect. Sadly, sometimes the way she acts and talks to you may be  asking for a bitch slap because one of us needs to learn to shut up. But  nonetheless, at this point you know that she will never feel wrong, and  if she feels guilty about herself, then she’ll run away or feel shame  because the faith has been broken. There won’t be any mutual trust  anymore, and the next great line you will hear from her may well be “If  you love someone, you gotta let go.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-173997441157269653?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/173997441157269653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=173997441157269653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/173997441157269653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/173997441157269653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2012/01/breaking-up-with-dignity.html' title='Breaking Up With Dignity'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1720644330368752734</id><published>2012-01-09T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T03:08:44.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR4Z-7vRhCo/TwrKtlEKobI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wcWwqJE43bk/s1600/fat_lady_sings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR4Z-7vRhCo/TwrKtlEKobI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wcWwqJE43bk/s400/fat_lady_sings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695587563155923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when it's over and until the fat lady sings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no commentator of anything -- social or political issues. But, the Sodomy 11 trial of Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim was beginning to wear me real thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what I think -- whether HE really did it. I wouldn't know, and neither would you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I were to be presiding over the case and forced to make a conclusion, I'd have to say that there was sex. I mean...you know. Can anyone really make up that kind of story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, I'm no judge.  I'm not Justice Mohamad Zabidin Mohd Diah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose you must convince the court and prove "beyond reasonable doubt" or something...&lt;br /&gt;And because you can't take Saiful's word for it -- heck, there's no case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you have Anwar's supporters saying that the case shouldn't have gone to court in the first plac. What? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all say the Prime Minister is the one controlling the court.&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;Oour Malaysian courts are kangaroo courts, or didn't you know that?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when these people label our courts as kangaroo courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a judge, I'd sue them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because "orang tersayang kamu" was on trial, doesn't mean that the courts are unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1720644330368752734?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1720644330368752734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1720644330368752734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1720644330368752734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1720644330368752734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over..'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pR4Z-7vRhCo/TwrKtlEKobI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wcWwqJE43bk/s72-c/fat_lady_sings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4326626785974121523</id><published>2012-01-01T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T07:54:54.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2012!</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that I have not been blogging for months and it's already 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I been blogging? This time, simple: no mood. Life's good. But no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's 2012, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all your wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4326626785974121523?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4326626785974121523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4326626785974121523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4326626785974121523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4326626785974121523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012.html' title='HAPPY 2012!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5032507376663049349</id><published>2011-09-28T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:26:48.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Cheers! To A Blissful Marriage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdcME8rSs8/ToPJUqMfOdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4YvVzsPHgeg/s1600/marriagePIX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdcME8rSs8/ToPJUqMfOdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4YvVzsPHgeg/s400/marriagePIX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657586913668708818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder never ceases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again, you get these things in the newspapers and magazines. In the internet, it's all over the place. Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get experts tell you how to keep your man. Always this would have to lead to sex, sex and sex. Pleasing your man is a major factor in this scheme of things. So if you know how to please your man,  he's yours for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this marriage thing. How to have a long blissful marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take all the advice with a sackful of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading The Star this morning,  and &lt;a href="http://clovetwo.com/articles/story.asp?file=/2011/9/27/lovensex/20110927104824&amp;amp;sec=lovensex"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;10 tips for a blissful relationship.&lt;/h1&gt;I'll republish it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See whether the tips are familiar and whether they're easier said than done.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Learn the gentle art of cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Related to wanting to be right, competition in a marriage is corrosive - it eats away at all the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.If you are going to compete, compete together to have the very best marriage you can have.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Talk about the important stuff.&lt;/b&gt; Most couples spend more  time planning a vacation than they do planning for their relationship.  Create a relationship vision by asking: "If we could have it exactly  like we want, how would it be?" Build from there. If you get stuck, ask  or hire someone to help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Forgive as much or more than you would like to be forgiven.&lt;/b&gt;  Sometimes forgiveness is a gift you give yourself, especially when you  do not feel like it. Forgiveness can release you from the pain of the  offense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Celebrate what you want to see more of.&lt;/b&gt; Appreciation can go a long way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Don't be a Darren Stevens.&lt;/b&gt; In the old sitcom "Bewitched,"  Samantha merely had to wiggle her nose to make incredible things happen.  Darren was always trying to get her to stop using her magical powers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even as a little kid, I thought the guy was nuts. He could have had  anything he wanted. Instead he tried to get Sam to stifle her gifts.  Encourage your partner in her gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Check out your communication.&lt;/b&gt; While it's easy for two  people to talk to each other, sometimes it is more difficult to really  communicate with each other. Practice these two sentences: "What I think  you're saying is . . . did I miss anything?" and "Please, tell me what  you think I just said."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Take responsibility for your contributions to the struggle. &lt;/b&gt;We've  yet to see a relationship problem that didn't have two sets of  fingerprints all over it. Yet, we tend to focus on what the other person  is doing. "If only you would . . . .,then everything would be OK."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the quickest paths to frustration and failure is to try to  change someone else. Take responsibility to change your contribution to  the problem, whether it's what you are doing and/or how you respond to  what your partner is doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Don't assume that just because you are married, you know how to be married.&lt;/b&gt;  Pay attention to what works for other couples. Read all you can. Go to  seminars. Everybody needs a coach. Find one. It's a lot less expensive  than divorce, financially and emotionally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know... when you think about, these tips definitely are helpful. Then again, it's not something you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that we go through life without thinking in our heads "ok, I'll do this because this will make my marriage work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Whatever. Maybe one day, I'll come out with my own manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5032507376663049349?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5032507376663049349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5032507376663049349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5032507376663049349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5032507376663049349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2011/09/cheers-to-blissful-marriage.html' title='Cheers! To A Blissful Marriage...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lcdcME8rSs8/ToPJUqMfOdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4YvVzsPHgeg/s72-c/marriagePIX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2265963150305285576</id><published>2011-09-24T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T03:26:59.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The F****!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Read This report (NST, Friday, Sept 23 2011).&lt;br /&gt;KOTA BARU:&lt;/b&gt; An 18-year-old student who gave birth out of wedlock  at her religious school  in Tumpat last month will be charged at the   Syariah Court here. &lt;p&gt;  Kelantan Syariah prosecution chief Che Hashim Derahman said the student was expected to be charged next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She is expected to be charged under Section 16 of the Syariah Criminal Code 1985 of the Kelantan Syariah Enactment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The enactment  states that it is an offence for Muslims to get pregnant out of marriage  in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;   The decision to charge her was taken after an investigation into her case was completed last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "I have already sent the investigation papers for further action.  This was done after taking statements from the student and her   partner," said Tumpat religious officer Naim Mohd Ghazali.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naim said under the enactment, those found guilty could face a fine of RM3,000 or a jail term of up to two years, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It was reported that the student, from Pasir Pekan near here, gave  birth to a baby boy at her school toilet after complaining of stomach  ache about 10am on Aug 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The girl and her newborn baby were later sent for observation at  Raja Perempuan Zainab II Hospital here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Following the incident, the school principal lodged a police report.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Kelantanese. Neither am I with the Kelantan government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dismayed by the girl's predicament. Is there no humanity in these Muslims?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. Fire me with the "In Islam...." argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I repeat -- is there no kindness? No compassion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next question: WHAT ABOUT THE FATHER OF THE CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Syariah doesn't deal with that? Or not yet....&lt;br /&gt;&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/5978187268522544734-2265963150305285576?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2265963150305285576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2265963150305285576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2265963150305285576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2265963150305285576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-f.html' title='What The F****!!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3389789433006869952</id><published>2011-03-03T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T05:04:42.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible "Toddlers&amp;Tiaras"...</title><content type='html'>Watching "Toddlers &amp;amp; Tiaras" makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't, by design, tune into the program. Only sometimes that I hit the channel. I watch for just a few minutes. The few minutes that I have caught it, have turned my belly cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that I think their moms are really bad bad parents by any standards, and the kids are seriously spoilt,  I think it is disgusting to get little girls all made up looking so tarty and so "adult".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sickening. It is not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the creators of the series are thinking. I don't know what the program is supposed to impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it has any intelligent agenda or design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one of the most terrible things to see on TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3389789433006869952?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3389789433006869952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3389789433006869952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3389789433006869952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3389789433006869952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2011/03/terrible-toddlers.html' title='Terrible &quot;Toddlers&amp;Tiaras&quot;...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-600528604843616167</id><published>2011-02-16T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:59:01.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia's Billionaires...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how they list all these billionaires, here or anywhere else. Didn't it use to be "millionaires"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember, the mega rich bracket in this country has always been dominated by the Chinese and a few Indians. The Malays only came into the picture after the NEP. Don't count the royals. They're a different category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime, foreigners who think they know more about Malaysia than I do,  tell me that the Chinese and the Indians are second-class citizens, I tell them that they should go f... a spider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. The richest people, the tycoons  in Malaysia have always been Chinamen. Robert Kuok, Genting Highlands owner and his family, the bank owners, the car (toyota, honda whatever) companies' owners and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came, Ananda Krishna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Melayu.... very very few. And the Malays are not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those big houses in upscale housing areas...go count. Ninety percent belong to rich Malaysian Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Businesses in Lot 10, Gardens, Pavilion, Suria KLCC, Bangsar Village, Eastern Mall...?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of our billionaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't tell a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the billionaires' story. (from the NST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;A Malaysian Business (Feb 16 issue) survey reveals the band of Malaysia's  40 richest tycoons. And yes, they live in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The magazine said the combined wealth of Malaysia's 40 richest tycoons has risen by more than 30 per cent, spurred by the bullish stock market and an expanding economy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They were worth RM206.27 billion as at Jan 21, compared with RM156.7 billion a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  It says there are more billionaires this year -- 27 of them, an increase of five from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Kuok, who returned to the sugar business last year, still tops the list at RM50.04 billion and telecommunications tycoon T. Ananda Krishnan remains in second place with RM45.78 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Public Bank's Tan Sri Teh Hong Piow moved to the third place with a fortune estimated at RM12.77 billion while fourth is IOI Corporation Bhd's Tan Sri Lee Shin Cheng who is worth RM12.74 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting Group's Tan Sri Lim Kok Thay, unchanged at No. 5, has RM10.89 billion while Hong Leong Group's Tan Sri Quek Leng Chan takes the sixth spot with RM10.75 billion, up from RM7.09 billion previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seventh place is Tan Sri Syed Mokhtar Albukhary of the Albukhary Foundation, whose flagship is the DRB-Hicom Group. He is valued at RM8.84 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Sri Lim Goh Tong's widow, Puan Sri Lee Kim Hua, unchanged at number eight, has RM7.43 billion while Tan Sri Tiong Hiew King of the Rimbunan Hijau Group returns at No. 9 with RM4.77 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore-domiciled Ong Beng Seng claims the 10th spot, with his wealth doubled to RM3.98 billion, going past Berjaya Group's Tan Sri Vincent Tan who drops two rungs to No. 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former prime minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad's son, Datuk Mokhzani Mahathir, of Kencana Petroleum, is ranked 19th with RM1.665 billion.- NST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-600528604843616167?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/600528604843616167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=600528604843616167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/600528604843616167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/600528604843616167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2011/02/malaysias-billionaires.html' title='Malaysia&apos;s Billionaires...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6597172045537937440</id><published>2010-12-16T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T02:22:05.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry, It's Not Alzheimer!</title><content type='html'>It's natural to feel a little uneasy when you forget something, knowing that Alzheimer's disease now afflicts 5.3 million Americans, many still in their 40s and 50s. It's scary, sure. But many bouts of memory loss are simply the result of much more benign situations. &lt;p&gt;How can you tell the difference? The following five situations point toward normal, age-related memory loss. The best rule of thumb: "If you're concerned, see a specialist," says psychiatrist Gary Small, director of the UCLA Center on Aging and author of several books about memory and cognition, including &lt;em&gt;The Naked Lady Who Stood on Her Head&lt;/em&gt;. An evaluation can rule out certain potential causes and often identify reversible ones. (See also &lt;a rapid_p="1" href="http://www.caring.com/articles/memory-worries"&gt;Worried About Memory Loss? 5 Signs It's Serious&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;It's probably not serious if: Lapses don't interfere with everyday life.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everybody forgets stuff. The movie title on the tip of your tongue. The name of the dad on the soccer field. The occasional appointment or lunch date. What the heck you just came in the room to get.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Slowed recall of information from time to time is normal, caused by the naturally aging brain and other lifestyle factors (like trying to cram too many tasks into one day). What's &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; normal: When memory impairment interferes with your ability to get through the day. Everyday activities tend to rely on many rote steps and require you to remember basic sequences -- which the healthy brain isn't apt to forget.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So it's a reassuring sign if, despite occasional lapses, you can still work, prepare meals, dress yourself, manage your checkbook, pursue hobbies, and read 900-page novels or pursue your other usual hobbies as well as ever without needing help.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;Brain training helps&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;It's probably not serious if: You see an improvement after "brain training."&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dozens of "brain fitness" products now exist, promising to strengthen our synapses and buffer our brainpower. Do they work? So far, there's no evidence that brain games or cognitive training can reverse the memory loss associated with Alzheimer's-related decline, according to a National Institutes of Health panel convened in 2010. But the jury is still out on whether there's a protective effect on healthy brains.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Our brains naturally compensate for memory loss, and we can help our brains compensate more by learning memory techniques and cognitive techniques," psychiatrist Gary Small says. "If you do some of these techniques and see an improvement, that's a good sign."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dementia is not so much a problem of retrieving old memories as it is an inability to form new ones. If you can still learn new things, you're forming new memories.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Among the available brain-strengtheners: Software you run on your home computer, classes offered by memory centers, cognitive therapy directed by trained therapists, and do-it-yourself books offering brain teasers and other games.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;You've got new meds&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;It's probably not serious if: You've just started a new medication.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's always a good idea to consider what else is going on in your life before you get too worried about a fuzzy brain. Drug side effects happen to be one of the more common, unexpected causes of memory trouble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, among older adults, who are often taking multiple prescriptions and then have an increased risk of dangerous interactions, the problem is so common that some geriatricians believe that any new symptom should be considered a medication side effect until proven otherwise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Medications known to cause short-term memory loss include antianxiety drugs and sedatives (Xanax, Valium, Ambien), heartburn drugs (Tagamet, Pepcid), incontinence drugs (Detrol or Ditropan), cholesterol drugs (Lipitor) and some statins for high cholesterol, and antidepressants. A complete list numbers in the high dozens; always check with your doctor or pharmacist, especially if you've recently started a new prescription or have had the dosage changed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;You're the only one who's worried&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;It's probably not serious if: Nobody else seems to notice anything's amiss.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's true that people might be noticing you're slipping but not saying anything to protect your feelings. But usually, there's a lot of family friction around memory loss that predates a diagnosis, says University of Wisconsin geriatric psychiatrist Ken Robbins. You find yourself in arguments over who neglected to do something, missed appointments, forgotten messages, or lost drivers. Family members may criticize or complain about mistakes before there's a diagnosis of something serious like dementia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eventually, this adds up to relatives often making a dementia diagnosis informally themselves, and being right. A 2010 study at the University of Washington School of Medicine in St. Louis found that family and friends tend to be able to spot the early warning signs of Alzheimer's disease even better than traditional screening tests and high-tech measures. They notice symptoms like repetitive stories or questions, social apathy, and changes in the person's ability to independently conduct everyday life (work, cooking, money management).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But if you're all still just teasing and joking over occasional slips -- think of Nora Ephron titling her new book &lt;em&gt;I Remember Nothing&lt;/em&gt; -- odds are good nobody's alarmed yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;You're stressed&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;h5&gt;It's probably not serious if: You're forgetful when stressed, sleep deprived, or multitasking.&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before you blame the worker (you), consider the workload. A stressed brain is not the same as a demented one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Doing two or more things at once taxes the brain. No surprise there. Neuroimaging studies have shown that you're not really attending to several things at once. You're switching your attention from one to another, which means when you're attending to one thing, you're not really attending to the others in bursts lasting milliseconds. Result: short-term memory loss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The challenge is especially hard if you're using the same part of the brain -- for example, using language centers to talk on the phone, read onscreen, and type at the same time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Insufficient sleep is another common brain stressor, because that's when the brain processes and organizes memories for later retrieval. General stress, too, affects memory when increased cortisol production temporarily interferes with normal brain cell communication&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;People with early dementia, on the other hand, tend to forget regardless of whether they're sleeping well or poorly, busy or slow at work, stressed or unstressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6597172045537937440?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6597172045537937440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6597172045537937440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6597172045537937440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6597172045537937440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-worry-its-not-alzheimer.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry, It&apos;s Not Alzheimer!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-28234080553151004</id><published>2010-10-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:10:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lady Rosmah. So What's The Problem?</title><content type='html'>First of all, I so apologize for not blogging. I've been such a twitfreak that I've forgotten I had a blog. Oh yez! I have a blog, haven't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to say that I've been so dying to blog about our PM's wife, Datin Seri Rosmah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know her, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only hear gossipy things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not an idiot. And let me tell you, that I can be a biatch, y'know! But I am a fair-minded biatch. I play fair. I don't bitch about people I no nothing of. Which means I may not knwo them but I know of their antics and exploits. So I am game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dear Rosmah. Sorry, I do not know her. All I know is that so many people dislike, despise, resent, are contemptuous of, her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Some of them don't even know her. And if they know her, well -- all I can say is that she has very nasty friends and acquaintances!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she has is a whole perception of her in the mind and psyche of Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever good she does, well, those who menyampah, her will say she's doing bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the Pakatan people are runnign her down so brutally, reminding all Malaysians that she had something to do with (Mongolian model/temptress and Razak Baginda's mistress/2nd wife) Altantuya's murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, we all know -- and I mean really know -- facts other than what's presented in court, then all I can say is that, they've got the killers, haven't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for as long as I can remember, people are jabbing her about being called "First Lady".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it deosn't matter to me. Tun Siti Hasmah and the late Tun Endon were called "First Lady".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I understand of the term "First Lady" is that it's not confined to wives of Presidents.  It is for the wife of teh chief executive of the country. For instance, in Malaysia -- technically, the Queen is the First Lady. But, the PM is the chief executive. So, his wife is the First Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose, if you hate someone so much, you'd flog the horse, even if it's already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's take a look. Why do people hate Rosmah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She's physically disproportionate to Najib's physique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She's not Najib's first wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She's powerful? (really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She's over made-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She loves designer over-the-top high-end stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  She gets to be called First Lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She gets to travel overseas with Najib?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to hate her....but I dunno....she's doing good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAH...perhaps, that's why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosmah is doing good stuff and she should NOT! She should walk 10 steps behind her husband and shut her mouth up. And....neither seen nor heard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-28234080553151004?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/28234080553151004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=28234080553151004' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/28234080553151004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/28234080553151004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-lady-rosmah-so-whats-problem.html' title='First Lady Rosmah. So What&apos;s The Problem?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8939043484190566608</id><published>2010-06-05T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:51:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Hot Babe For A Banker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/TAor1zkB3KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ufmTLVvnf60/s1600/hotbanker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/TAor1zkB3KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ufmTLVvnf60/s400/hotbanker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479240100024016034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/2010-06-01/news/is-this-woman-too-hot-to-work-in-a-bank/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear she's hotter than hot.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life ain't fair. This hot babe lost her job because she was, well..just too hot.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8939043484190566608?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8939043484190566608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8939043484190566608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8939043484190566608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8939043484190566608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-hot-babe-for-banker.html' title='What A Hot Babe For A Banker!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/TAor1zkB3KI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ufmTLVvnf60/s72-c/hotbanker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2678257397552830493</id><published>2010-05-20T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T02:56:07.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol : Lee Meets Crystal</title><content type='html'>I knew it! I mean everyone who has been following "American Idol" must have predicted that Lee DeWyze and Crystal Bowersox will be the top two in this competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Duuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean -- puhleeze -- they're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If good-lookin' Casey James had managed to get the cougars and babes on his side, then it would be a slaughter for him in the finals because, he'd be easy meat for either Lee or Crystal. By which time Casey's voters would have got some sense knocked into them -- it's about TALENT too, y'know!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I mean, Casey's so deliciously good-lookin' and all that but at the end of it, you want the Idol to be someone who deserves the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casey...well, Casey honey, go to the next Hollywood studio and try to arm-twist a beefy role in some TV series. Glee? How I Met Your Mother? CSI ...whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, you don't need to arm twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just show off that bod of yours and that flashing smile, and you'd get that juicy, er, I mean, plum role.  I swear.&lt;br /&gt;You oughta be a movie/TV star.&lt;br /&gt;Your guitar playin' and your okay singin' -- added advantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, folks, here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274336925_0"&gt;Crystal Bowersox&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274336925_1"&gt;Lee DeWyze&lt;/span&gt; will battle each other for the "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274336925_2"&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100520/en_nm/us_idol_2#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:#366388;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;American &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" title next week after guitarist Casey James was voted off by viewers on Wednesday.                 &lt;p&gt; Bowersox, a 24-year-old dreadlocked mom, had for months seemed certain to win the top-rated TV singing show. But DeWyze, 23, who worked as a paintshop clerk in Chicago before auditioning for the show last year, has gained steadily in confidence.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; His performance of Leonard Cohen's classic "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1274336925_3"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;" on Tuesday stunned the judges and brought the "Idol" &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted;" href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100520/en_nm/us_idol_2#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:#366388;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;studio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(54, 99, 136) ! important; font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;audience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to its feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100520/en_nm/us_idol_2"&gt;Click HERE for the rest of the story!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2678257397552830493?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2678257397552830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2678257397552830493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2678257397552830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2678257397552830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/american-idol-lee-meets-crystal.html' title='American Idol : Lee Meets Crystal'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5924585588349393438</id><published>2010-05-10T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T04:29:46.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelantan Palace Saga</title><content type='html'>Like everyone else, I am still trying to figure out what the hell is going on between the princes of the Kelantan palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guess. Power struggle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wants to be Ruler real fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great effort is being done to make sure the Sultan remains weak and not-in-control.&lt;br /&gt;Older son trying to fix the younger son who is trying to fix older son back. Accompanying plot invloves the Sultanah who is in cahoots with the younger son and then there is the council of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the second wife of the Sultan. Not to mention the  Pas government who is pretending not to be involevd but I bet it is very much involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are extras in this movie. Too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so ugly. Never have I witnessed anything like this involving the raja-raja Melayu in my life time, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very odd. But this is one sandiwara I do not look forward to seeing. I cringe everytime I think of what is going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5924585588349393438?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5924585588349393438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5924585588349393438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5924585588349393438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5924585588349393438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/05/kelantan-palace-saga.html' title='Kelantan Palace Saga'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1376429327248527593</id><published>2010-02-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:44:45.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh. Simon's getting Married or Not?</title><content type='html'>Let me be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people hate Simon Cowell. Well, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. At first, on the outset, he did come across as a stinger. You know, a brutal maniacal son-of-a-bitch when he dished out his harsh brand of criticisms of American Idol hopefuls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after that you realized that he was talling those contestants the Godawful truth about their lack of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come on...those who were lambasted were really no good. Most deserved Simon's brutal honesty! If only to save them from further embarrassment and hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times, since American Idol 3 (I kinda didn't follow the first 2), I had found myself agreeing with Simon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, those kids (with very very few exceptions)  who got through were really sweet American kids. No different from our kids here.  Polite and decent kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those whom Simon threw out were either stupid, arrogant, stupid or arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, as I find myself "liking" Simon for his in-your-face honesty, I realized something about this guy. He likes animals and children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That is one mega redeeming quality about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, you can win me over easily when you are kind and sweet to animals and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times, he showed his gentle side in AI auditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to know is -- is my man, Simon getting hitched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, it is still a rumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is it truemon Cowell's mum has said she wants to see her son get married and settle down.&lt;p&gt;It's been abuzz that Simon, 50, is going to wed his new girlfriend, make-up artist Mezhgan Hussainy, 36, and there have been rumours about them getting engaged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A UK newspaper reported that his mum Julie, 84, would like to see Simon "with the right woman".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told the Sun: 'I feel, as a mother, and like all parents do, that when their sons get to a certain age, particularly 50, we want to see them settled with a good woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I could never really see Simon being committed like he is now. I would never have imagined that he would get married.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.monstersandcritics.com/people/news/article_1534921.php/Simon-Cowell-s-mum-wants-to-see-her-son-get-married#ixzz0fyZ0pauD"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monstersandcritics.com/people/news/article_1534921.php/Simon-Cowell-s-mum-wants-to-see-her-son-get-married#ixzz0fyZ0pauD"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I'm happy for Simon if he is really getting married!&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/5978187268522544734-1376429327248527593?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1376429327248527593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1376429327248527593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1376429327248527593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1376429327248527593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/ooh-simons-getting-married-or-not.html' title='Ooh. Simon&apos;s getting Married or Not?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4730194842378222402</id><published>2010-02-05T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T00:59:56.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I F***k You?</title><content type='html'>This, I fear, is going to be evrybody's favourite pick-up line, if it is not one already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're blur, this was purportedly Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim's line to Saiful Bukhari Azlan in happier times when they (allegedly) had sexual relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the sordid details are in the on-going court case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to make of all this. Whatever it is, it is so unsavoury. So yukky to be following. Sure, some people can laugh and make a joke of it, but I somehow can't find humor in all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conspiracy theories aside -- here is a young man, (Saiful, 25 years old) who is saying that prime minister wannabe Anwar (62 years old)  had sexual relations. Rather, Anwar had been sodomising him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unpleasant details.  And the truth, whatever it is, is more unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Allah SWT, Anwar and Saiful know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is true that Anwar did do all those things to Saiful, then Anwar is not fit to be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is not true, it shows Saiful to be a liar. But why would he tell the world such lies, we'd be wondering. The truth of that may even be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever is the truth, it is ugly. Meanwhile, everyone's making a joke of "can I f...k you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God can save the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4730194842378222402?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4730194842378222402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4730194842378222402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4730194842378222402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4730194842378222402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-i-fk-you.html' title='Can I F***k You?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4492561777406614458</id><published>2010-01-06T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T01:11:45.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Allah! Ya Allah! Ya Allah!</title><content type='html'>Everyone's getting emotional over this -- Muslims and non-Muslims alike.&lt;br /&gt;Are we surprised?&lt;br /&gt;Aaaw...come one! You know this is going to be EXPLOSIVE, to borrow Datuk Seri Shahrizat Jalil's word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean when you insist on using the word "Allah" in your newsletter by taking the government to court, you think people are not going to be incensed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be so naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading this whole business in the newspapers and the blogs. Everyone's getting so emotional and regurgitating all the Quranic verses here there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get Marina Mahathir calling Muslims who are against the High Court decision to allow the Catholic Herald to use "Allah" in their publication, "idiots" and confused and whatever whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she should not be judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are smart, you WILL know that there are not-so-normal people among us with not-so-normal thinking. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not there are people who will be confused by non-Muslims, in this case, Christians, using the word "Allah", in bibles and their literature, remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For certain, there is unhappiness. And that will not ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cite the examples in the Arab countries and  in Sabah and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUH-LEEZ. Don't tell me you need to be told that in the Arab countries, they speak Arabic and a  person called "Muhammad" could be a Christian. They have used the word "Allah" for centuries -- so we have been told -- we, in Peninsular Malaysia, have not. And for good reason. Isn't it in our federal constitution that something like this should be avoided because of our peculiarly mixed ethnic and religious composition and the fact and reality that the Malays are Muslims (although this is changing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about peninsular peculiarity -- Did we all know that the Christians in Sabah and Sarawak call God "Allah"? No. At least not until 10 or 15 years ago when we began to be intimated with out brothers and sisters in Sabah and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the federal government of Malaysia had known Allah was/is being used, there's little that it can and should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, I think is the mantra. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in Sabah and Sarawak, the natives speak Malay.  The Iban and Dayak languages are very similar to Malay. So, if you want to convert the natives, you better know Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was what the Christian missionaries had to know, and so they learned Bahasa Melayu. . Yes. Malay. And this language was used to convert the natives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the Sabahans would tell you that Sunday classes and sermons there have been  conducted in Malay. But I doubt if it was or is being done all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while people claim that "Allah" has always been used in Sabah and Sarawak, I doubt it is being used all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that "Allah" was never used in sermons in KL, PJ or elsewhere in the peninsular.&lt;br /&gt;Hell...I think the word scares Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why in heaven's name does the Catholic Herald want to use it in its newsletter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo susssspicious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare blame me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4492561777406614458?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4492561777406614458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4492561777406614458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4492561777406614458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4492561777406614458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/ya-allah-ya-allah-ya-allah.html' title='Ya Allah! Ya Allah! Ya Allah!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-71293728304991119</id><published>2010-01-01T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:15:59.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 2010!</title><content type='html'>This will be an amazing year, I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great things will be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me wish everyone great and splenderful things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-71293728304991119?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/71293728304991119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=71293728304991119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/71293728304991119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/71293728304991119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-2010.html' title='HAPPY 2010!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1790118189217961186</id><published>2009-12-26T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:04:57.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger's Escapade To The Bahamas...Solo</title><content type='html'>Talk about remorse. Huh!&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about golfer and mega-sportsman Tiger Woods who, the world now knows, is a bloody serial cheater.&lt;br /&gt;He told the whole wide world, more or less, that he is very remorseful and wants to make things right with his wife to whom he had been such a bastard, and that he wants so dearly to be with his family whom he loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can I now puke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, his wife Elin, has been seen around without him and minus her wedding ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's talk that she wants to divorce him. Good for you, girl! Take him to the cleaners too, while you at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's the best part. The oh-so-very-Tiger idea of getting away from it all,  putting all that scandal behind him. Going away with his buddies to the Bahamas on his yacht. No wife, no kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prizes for guessing what's in store on that yacht and in the Bahamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is a pathological humper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that about a local politician years ago. Just put a skirt around a lamp post and he'd hump the lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say the same thing about Tiger. Just put a blonde wig on a lamp post and he'd hump the lamp post before you could say whamma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been tough for Tiger all through his marriage to keep up that image of a family man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all that while, he was screwing every damn babe and broad he laid his sleazy eyes on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1790118189217961186?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1790118189217961186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1790118189217961186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1790118189217961186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1790118189217961186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/tigers-escapade-to-bahamassolo.html' title='Tiger&apos;s Escapade To The Bahamas...Solo'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-934507344640924536</id><published>2009-12-10T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:39:02.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamak, Tok Guru!</title><content type='html'>Kelantan Menteri Besar Datuk Nik Abdul Aziz Nik Mat, I am convinced, is an honest man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has no agenda here. He is saying itas it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That if anyone should practice polygamy, it would be a man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who can do it better than a man of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. But the man of God must be really A MAN OF GOD. One who FEARS the ALMIGHTY and would therefore not want to incur His wrath, for a man of God fears no one but the Almighty. his creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the NST today that the Tok Guru encourages ulama to practise polygamy because they are model polygamous husbands.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The 76-year-old Pas spiritual leader said they would set good examples on what a true polygamous marriage was all about in Islam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/08cont/Article/index_html"&gt;The full report.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sigh, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this -- either the Tok Guru is truly a simpleton, down-to-earth, a shrewd politician who is trying to divert attention from the mess in PAS, or that he wants to tell everyone that if anyone who should be practicing polygamy, it is him. So, get ready everyone for an announcement soon. Wink, wink. Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-934507344640924536?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/934507344640924536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=934507344640924536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/934507344640924536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/934507344640924536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/12/alamak-tok-guru.html' title='Alamak, Tok Guru!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4100009079729537009</id><published>2009-11-28T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:41:31.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Married A ...(Gasp) MAN..</title><content type='html'>and he doesn't give a rat ass! He loves the guy - his wife  (the are legally married in the UK) - whom he met in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're in his home country -- the UK -- now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Young and his Malaysian wife, Fatine ( who was born Mohammed Fazdil Bin Min Bahari), were happy after they got married. His family and friends accepted her for what she was and is.&lt;br /&gt;But Fatine now faces deportation because of some immigration problems with regards to his, I mean, her passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if and when Fatine is forced ro return home to Malaysia, it won't be hunky-dory. Poor chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ian's story that was published in The Sun (of the UK).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="padding-bottom-7" style="font-size: 1.05em; line-height: 1.05em;"&gt; WHEN Ian Young sat down next to a beautiful woman in a packed cafe in Kuala  Lumpur, he had no idea they would one day be married.  &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Nor did he know that his pretty companion was a man.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; In just three years, Ian has gone from being a straight lad from Derby - who  was with his previous girlfriend for eight years - to being in a full-time  same-sex relationship.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Ian married 36-year-old Fatine, who is a pre-op transsexual, in a British  civil partnership ceremony in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; But now Fatine faces deportation back to Malaysia, where homosexuality is &lt;b&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; Ian, 30, who owns his own property maintenance company, says: "I know it is  hard for people to understand but I love Fatine. I feel lucky to have met  such a caring, wonderful person.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It doesn't matter to me that she is a transsexual - it's the person she is  inside that I care about and love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="article"&gt; "I can't contemplate the idea of us not being together. I look at her and see  a beautiful woman." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/woman/real_life/2747998/I-married-woman-of-my-dreams-even-when-I-found-out-she-was-a-man.html"&gt;READ THE FULL STORY HERE.&lt;/a&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/5978187268522544734-4100009079729537009?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4100009079729537009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4100009079729537009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4100009079729537009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4100009079729537009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-married-gasp-man.html' title='He Married A ...(Gasp) MAN..'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4329314844552307513</id><published>2009-11-25T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:44:10.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Moms Wooed By  Food Firms</title><content type='html'>And waddya know. You can make something out of blogging. I'll say!&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is happening, to some extent in Malaysia. Some foodie bloggers do get invited to "review" dishes in restaurants and cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the question of ethics comes in.&lt;br /&gt;But what ethics are blogger bound by? Journalists of traditional media have got their "rules" and&lt;br /&gt;honor code".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Los Angeles Times story about how food firms have found a shrewd marketing ploy by courting blogging moms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting from Los Angeles and Fort Wayne, Ind. - On most days, Andrea Deckard can be found in her home office, digging through stacks of coupons and grocery receipts for money saving tips and recipes that she can share with readers of her &lt;a href="http://mommysnacks.net/"&gt;Mommy Snacks blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, when the stay-at-home mom isn't being wined and dined by giant food companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, Frito-Lay flew her to Los Angeles to meet celebrities such as model Brooke Burke and the Spice Girls' Mel B, while pitching her on its latest snack ad campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, Nestle paid to put her and 16 other so-called "mommy bloggers" -- and one daddy blogger -- up at the posh Langham Huntington hotel in Pasadena, treated them to a private show at the Magic Castle in Hollywood and sent packages of frozen Omaha Steaks to their families to tide them over while the women were away learning all about the company's latest product lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, Deckard and her virtual sisterhood filed Twitter posts raving about Nestle's canned pumpkin, Wonka candy and Juicy Juice drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- P2P_LIVE_EDIT "content_item_dateline_preview" END --&gt;                                       &lt;!-- P2P_LIVE_EDIT "content_item_body_preview" START --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/world/la-fi-bloggers15-2009nov15,0,2081236.story"&gt;READ THE FULL STORY HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;But, bummer if we have to deal with the ethics issue!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4329314844552307513?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4329314844552307513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4329314844552307513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4329314844552307513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4329314844552307513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/blogging-moms-wooed-by-food-firms.html' title='Blogging Moms Wooed By  Food Firms'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3778125991402997323</id><published>2009-11-21T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T03:37:47.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting That Instant Attention From The Guys</title><content type='html'>I'm way past wanting to attract guys. Let's get that straight.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my Antonio and don't need no other -- period!&lt;br /&gt;Fidelity is my middle name, people. I shan't speak on his behalf. He is, after all from the planet of the male specie. They think using a different part of their brain and they breathe a different kind of air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I cannot resist telling everyone about things that I read -- man-woman stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;According to a new study, a person’s physical appearance allows others to form surprisingly accurate first impressions. So you may want to think twice about what kind of image you’re projecting with these traits dudes check out immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="What Guys Really Notice About Your Looks"&gt;Now find out 18 things that that he won't notice!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Your Smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does it seem sweet and genuine? Does it seem awkward and forced? Does it seem like you ate a sesame-seed and parsley salad for lunch based on what’s lodged between every single one of your teeth? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/hairstyles-beauty/how-to/glam-up-your-grin?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Glam Up Your Grin"&gt; Steal these tips to glam up your grin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/archive/hairstyles-beauty/hair-care/0/16?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Hair articles"&gt; Your Hair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guys have no idea what split ends are, and if you mention roots, they just think of the band. But they do look to see if your hair looks 1. soft and 2. as though it would smell good. So don’t request “The Gosselin” at the salon, and wash it every so often. That’s all guys ask. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/hairstyles-beauty/haircut-styles?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Ultimate Hair Makeover Tool"&gt; If it's time for a cut, our Ultimate Hair Makeover Tool will hook you up with ideas for a killer new style.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/archive/hairstyles-beauty/hair-care/0/16?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your Cleavage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newsflash: Dudes like to look at your chest. &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/cleavage-wars?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Cleavage Wars"&gt;They aren't the only ones who like to compare cleavage. We're addicted to this new game.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now, that’s not to say they think all women should unbutton their shirts to their bellybuttons a&lt;span&gt;t funerals. (Though really, who are guys to judge?) But they will notice how you’re showing off what you’ve got.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/fashion/get-sexy-cleavage?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Gte Sexy Cleavage"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Read our tips to make your cleavage even sexier.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/celebrity/fashion/get-sexy-cleavage?link=emb&amp;amp;dom=yah_life&amp;amp;src=syn&amp;amp;con=blog_cosmo&amp;amp;mag=cos" rel="nofollow" title="Gte Sexy Cleavage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;4. Your Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know that blemish you’ve been obsessing over all day because it’s so huge? Chances are guys won’t even notice. What will they notice? If you look like a jaundiced Oompa-Loompa because of overenthusiastic tanning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;Another reason to Practice Safe Sun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Now here's what I have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Okay. Run through that already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Isn't it amazing what these experts are tellling you. That guys are so goddam superficial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What a load of bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" title="Practice Safe Sun"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3778125991402997323?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3778125991402997323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3778125991402997323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3778125991402997323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3778125991402997323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-that-instant-attention-from.html' title='Getting That Instant Attention From The Guys'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4706859019639601757</id><published>2009-11-19T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:01:03.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Hang My Laundry Out To Dry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SwUrEV7SrNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7WsCY4vYoP0/s1600/laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SwUrEV7SrNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7WsCY4vYoP0/s400/laundry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405774281333451986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, this will happen to us in good old Malaysia -- when we cannot even hang our clothes out to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sheer madness and an infringement of our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the US of A, where not everything is of milk and honey, some house-owners are fighting to hang out their laundry under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ust imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this Reuters report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PERKASIE, Pennsylvania – Carin Froehlich pegs her laundry to three clotheslines strung between trees outside her 18th-century farmhouse, knowing that her actions annoy local officials who have asked her to stop.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; Froehlich is among the growing number of people across America fighting for the right to dry their laundry outside against a rising tide of &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1258563219_0"&gt;housing associations&lt;/span&gt; who oppose the practice despite its energy-saving green appeal.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; Although there are no formal laws in this southeast Pennsylvania town against drying laundry outside, a town official called Froehlich to ask her to stop drying clothes in the sun. And she received two anonymous notes from neighbors saying they did not want to see her underwear flapping about.&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; "They said it made the place look like trailer trash," she said, in her yard across the street from a row of neat, suburban houses. "They said they didn't want to look at my 'unmentionables.'"&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p&gt; Froehlich says she hangs her underwear inside. The effervescent 54-year-old is one of a growing number of Americans demanding the right to dry laundry on clotheslines despite local rules and a culture that frowns on it. &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20091118/us_nm/us_usa_laundry"&gt;READ THE FULL STORY....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Picture:From Reuters of Carin Froehlich with her granddaughter Ava hanging some laundry in the front yard of her residence in Perkasie, Pennsylvania, November 12, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4706859019639601757?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4706859019639601757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4706859019639601757' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4706859019639601757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4706859019639601757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-hang-my-laundry-out-to-dry.html' title='I Want To Hang My Laundry Out To Dry!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SwUrEV7SrNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7WsCY4vYoP0/s72-c/laundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2818522154689191427</id><published>2009-11-14T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:39:53.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Am I Glad My Partner's Not An Actor...</title><content type='html'>You betcha...&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that once again -- boy, am I glad my partner's not an actor... especially not one in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just imagine going through a relationship with a man who makes a living having to caress, kiss and kiss and kiss and smooch other women....even if it was acting, faking it all??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tha's how some actresses get hooked up and into a relationship with their leading men...and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not cool for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine myself as an actress, in Hollywood, of course, having to take on roles that require me to be physical with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as you can see, I'm so not into that mould. And so cannot understand the whole acting thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking things nearer to home, or back to home...still not for me. Nor for my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..you know.  All those dialogues must be said with feelings and emotions. Can get carried away to dangerous waters. Have been known to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, we're not actors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2818522154689191427?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2818522154689191427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2818522154689191427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2818522154689191427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2818522154689191427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-am-i-glad-my-partners-not-actor.html' title='Boy, Am I Glad My Partner&apos;s Not An Actor...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5891013384103403733</id><published>2009-09-26T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T01:13:27.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                 EID MUBARAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                      MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    KEPADA ANDA SEMUA YANG MEMBACA BLOG INI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5891013384103403733?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5891013384103403733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5891013384103403733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5891013384103403733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5891013384103403733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1790065267196379368</id><published>2009-08-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:51:26.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell Knows Fury Like A Woman Cheated And Scorned...</title><content type='html'>...and everything that goes along with her man's (even if he is soon-to-be her ex) shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this one in the Star and I laughed out loud. I was amused. But I felt no pity for the victim (the man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case occurred in Taman Selesa Jaya, Johor Baru early Monday morning. A woman allegedly splashed acid on her ex-husband - a 25-year-old police constable -- and his girlfriend at his (must have been their former marital) home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamaluddin Mat Isa and his wife were divorced in May and was scheduled to get the relevant court documents after &lt;i&gt;Hari Raya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earlier reports said that Jamaluddin and his girlfriend (also 25) were caught by his ex-wife, in a compromising position.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My guess is that Jamaluddin had been cheating on her while they were married and had been carrying on an affair with this girl. She never forgave him. Nor his mistress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, really, she must have pented up her emotions. I really really cannot blame her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Star interviewed this S.O.B. Of course, the poor ex-wife was arrested after the incident so no way could the Star interview her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamaluddin had the cheek, the bloody gall to say that he had always known that his ex-wife would not leave him alone after he divorced her but he did not expect her to scar him and his girlfriend for life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stupid fool. He should have expected the worst-lah.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here's the interview:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“We were downstairs for a while before we went upstairs to bed when I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;“When I turned around, I saw my ex-wife splashing a solution which burnt my chest and hands,” he said yesterday when met at the Sultan Aminah Hospital here where he was warded for severe acid burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His ex-wife also hurled abuses at his girlfriend and even waited in the house after the assault before police arrived and arrested her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamaluddin said his girlfriend was also injured on the face, chest and thigh in the attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“She must have been waiting in the house when my girlfriend and I returned home after supper at about 4am,” said Jamaluddin, who has been with the police force for three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;His married the woman last year but the union lasted only eight months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“We got married after being in love and having a long distance relationship for several years before I joined the police force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I never imagined that she would be such a possessive wife who never allowed me to go out alone anywhere except when I was working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Once she tried to commit suicide by leaping from the fourth floor of some flats opposite my home as she believed I was having an affair because I came home late from work,” he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamaluddin said that he wanted to take his ex-wife for psychiatric help but she always insisted that she was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asked whether he would forgive her for what she has done, he said: “I will lodge a report after I am well and I never want to see her again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamaluddin said he last met her in court in June, adding that he hoped that his ex-wife would be locked away and be given psychiatric help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nusajaya OCPD Supt Abd Aziz Ahmad said the suspect was under remand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If convicted of causing grevious hurt, she could face a maximum jail term of 20 years and a fine or whipping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Poor woman. Damn her cheating ex-husband. He must have driven her crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all can say - "oh..why? was it worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the lady but I'm sure she's laughing all the way to jail.&lt;br /&gt;Puas hati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, folks...that surely is life as it is. Meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1790065267196379368?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1790065267196379368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1790065267196379368' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1790065267196379368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1790065267196379368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/hell-knows-fury-like-woman-cheated-and.html' title='Hell Knows Fury Like A Woman Cheated And Scorned...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7415914860730647073</id><published>2009-08-17T22:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T01:02:49.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akhil Hayy And Waheeda :Lies And Deception</title><content type='html'>When I read about the alleged affair of "penceramah bebas"/singer Ustaz Hayy (Akhil Hayy) and (also singer) Waheeda some time in May, I knew there was a lot of smoke there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip like that don't just come out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that they must be having an affair and are just denying it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I wanted to puke. To wretch it all out. You know, I've heard this before. An affair explodes and the two in question deny like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhil (he should be banned from using the honorific "ustaz". How dare he?) was accused of having an affair with Waheeda with whom he was  doing a TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no less than his own (now ex) wife Maizawati Zainal, 33, who revealed the affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole hullaballoo was in May and got a lot of publicity, mainly in the Malay tabloids. Fodder for them surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Akhil and Waheeda denied the affair and never failed to invoke Allah SWT's name. Obviously trying to dupe the Malay public with their honest-to-good image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that about these people. Waheeda, trying to look so pure and good with her demure tudung image when in fact she was having an affair with someone's husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Akhil and Maizawati (they have two children - Siti Nur Maisarah and Mohd Syarif Idayatullah) finally divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And needless to say, Akhil, 40 and Waheeda, 31 tied the knot. So much for "tidak tidak, kami tiada hubungan apa-apa, hanya kawan"...Baah. You can fool some people some of the time, you dishonest ngoks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adulterous man and his mistress got married on Sunday (Aug 16) in Kuala Kubu Bharu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the two-timing Akhil said:&lt;br /&gt;"Ana (I, in arabic --sheesh) harap semua kemelut dan gosip dinoktahkan dengan ijabkabul...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Are we stupid, or what? We knew all along you were having this dangerous liaison with little Miss pure-in-tudung. You guys never fooled us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can tell everyone THAT? What kind of ustaz are you? How dare you pretend to be so holy.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...well. All the water is under the bridge now (and what kind of saying is that?) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wish these two itchy people a good life and may he not have another affair.....MEOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7415914860730647073?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7415914860730647073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7415914860730647073' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7415914860730647073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7415914860730647073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/akhil-hayy-and-waheeda-lies-and.html' title='Akhil Hayy And Waheeda :Lies And Deception'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5895467316548745585</id><published>2009-08-11T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:44:44.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Ma Babe A Closet (Serious) Flirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SoF1whrGt6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GbcbYqc6yzE/s1600-h/kco0007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 381px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SoF1whrGt6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GbcbYqc6yzE/s400/kco0007l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368701707335677858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I sometimes have nagging pangs of suspicions about Antonio. It's not that I'm basically a very suspicious person. But for some odd reason sometimes, I feel my antennae just go up and I start looking things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be in blogs or facebooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I don't usually check out Antonio's facebook. It was just that one day when I decided to just take a peek -- a very long peek -- into his facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found 2 things -- a photo of a "strange" unknown woman in a wet sexy dress and flirtatous exchanges between Antonio and this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the usual. My deathly curiosity more than piqued. Inflamed. I clicked on the photo and found out who she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she tag the photo to Antonio? Or did Antonio take the photo? The second possibility seems, well, impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was more plausible because that's how people get photos in their facebooks. If that were so, then why would this woman (not known to me) tag a sexy photo of hers to Antonio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't send a sexy photo of yourself to a man you hardly know unless he asked you to and you must kinda like each other to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sexy flirtatious exchanges? you must have something going there for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all men like Antonio when confronted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him who she was. He couldn't lie there because the details are in her facebook. I wanted to know how and where they met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked what the fuck was that all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid inane "explanations". He was so pathetic I wanted to kick him in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not serious conversation between them in facebook, he stuttered. No baby, but that was some serious flirtation there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I stupid (like you) or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swore there was nothing going on. Never was and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he think I am as stupid as he is? What a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of going on shows that you're "close" enough to be flirting. And that's just on facebook. Smses? Blackberrying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that things are good between us. I don't trust him at all. I've come to the conclusion that he is a bastard of the first degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he loves me.  But he is a pathological flirt. Should have realized it when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;Them eyes. Yeah...them eyes. Playboys have 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't decided to kick him out of my life. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he'll pay. He'll have to. MEOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5895467316548745585?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5895467316548745585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5895467316548745585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5895467316548745585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5895467316548745585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-ma-babe-closet-serious-flirt.html' title='Is Ma Babe A Closet (Serious) Flirt?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SoF1whrGt6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/GbcbYqc6yzE/s72-c/kco0007l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5897506030902190617</id><published>2009-05-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:06:01.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaw, Mel! Just Another Hollywood Husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/ShtpT78WVKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Wu32JuzWe8o/s1600-h/melgibson.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/ShtpT78WVKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Wu32JuzWe8o/s400/melgibson.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339977574407099554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/ShtpJmVIb2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iq0oNBcakVE/s1600-h/melgibson.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/ShtpJmVIb2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/iq0oNBcakVE/s400/melgibson.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339977396806774626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mel Gibson and his wife (of umpteenth years) threw in the towel and called it quits, I was crestfallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, here was a Hollywood hunk who managed to be faithful to his wife and mother of his six ( I think) kids amid all the temptation in tinseltown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my hat off for this man. I thought -- hey, not bad. He could stay good for his wife and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose Mel Gibson was able to go on just for as long as his libido - and ok ok, his heart -- allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson is just another Hollywood husband. He bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am disappointed -- and I know I shouldn't be -- is that all around him were marriages falling apart at the slightest excuse. He remained with wife , Robyn. And Robyn with him, through thick and thin. In sickness and in health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, he has denied that his divorce was caused by his affair with this younger woman. Aaah....they all say that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girlfriend is a  stunner of a belle from Eastern Europe. Couldn't resist her, could you?&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official: &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/celebs/mel-gibson/255"&gt;Mel Gibson&lt;/a&gt;'s girlfriend, Oksana Grigorieva, is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actor confirmed the news during a taping of NBC's &lt;i&gt;The Tonight Show With &lt;a href="http://omg.yahoo.com/celebs/jay-leno/216"&gt;Jay Leno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess Im 'Octo-Mel,'" says Gibson, who already has seven kids with his wife of 28 years, Robyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn filed for divorce six weeks ago amidst speculation that Grigorieva, a singer on Gibson's record label, was expecting a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife and I, our marriage ended three years ago and weve been separated ever since then," Gibson tells Leno. "These things happen. It's unfortunate, it's sad, but you know she is an admirable woman -- we still got kids together, we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," Gibson continues. "When it's all said and done, I did a pretty good hatchet job on my marriage myself. I'm to blame. If you're inclined to judge, put it here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibson also says his separation from Robyn had nothing to do with Grigorieva, whom he didn't meet until 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked by Leno if they would wed, Gibson says: "Why would you get married twice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to reports, Grigorieva is in her second trimester and due this fall.&lt;br /&gt;Grigorieva, 38, and Gibson, 53, came out publicly as a couple at the April 29 premiere of &lt;i&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/i&gt; in Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo became close after Grigorieva was hired to compose a song on Gibson's thriller, &lt;i&gt;Edge of Darkness&lt;/i&gt;, which filmed last summer in Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5897506030902190617?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5897506030902190617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5897506030902190617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5897506030902190617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5897506030902190617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaw-mel-just-another-hollywood-husband.html' title='Aaaw, Mel! Just Another Hollywood Husband!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/ShtpT78WVKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Wu32JuzWe8o/s72-c/melgibson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1051768076236989133</id><published>2009-05-20T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:59:44.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 2009 -- And The Dark Horse Wins</title><content type='html'>Or you can call him the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen is this year's American Idol, beating favourite Adam Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must be the underdog Simon Cowell was referring to earlier this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say except that I think he's got zillions of sympathy votes. Although I know that as the season progressed, he drew a growing fan base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is likeable. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was probably more shocked than anyone else when Ryan announced his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I like the guy but I think he pales in comparison to Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, an idol has got to fulfill a host of criteria. He or she should be able to sound good on record and has potential to be great performer.&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert fits all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris is a good singer, but I think he is in the mediocrity league....&lt;br /&gt;God, he doesn't even think he can sing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I believe that this dark horse won over more and more fans over time because he began to shine and displayed his "character" and "personality".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, his simplicity and down-to-earth-ness count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...being modest, humble and understated is his strong point, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Although my money was on Adam :ambert, I did reckon that Kris might just get the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An upset win did play in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, you may think you know who's going to win, but God disposes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do read&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30856188/"&gt; THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1051768076236989133?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1051768076236989133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1051768076236989133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1051768076236989133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1051768076236989133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-2009-and-dark-horse-wins.html' title='American Idol 2009 -- And The Dark Horse Wins'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2303838484616005052</id><published>2009-05-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:58:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol -- Why Adam Shouldn't Be In The Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SfrxpeiebpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mKhBBARSXIo/s1600-h/american+idol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SfrxpeiebpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mKhBBARSXIo/s400/american+idol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330838803820998290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very odd that me, Witchbroo, finds the pull of American Idol so irresistible. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get to the point here. Won't be explaining why I'm semi-addicted to this season's AI. Perhaps because there are some real great talents there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 17 year-old  niece, Zuleika, has been following AI since its first season. So, she's kind of an AI pro viewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, Zuli and her friends camped at her place to watch American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all Matt Giraud's fans. Ok ok. That's so simplistic. They are all of the five finalists' fans!&lt;br /&gt;From Wednesday, they reckon they're going to have a very teary ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all in a dilemma becasue they did not want any of the five to fall. At the same time, they are realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone is gonna go home tomorrow," I told them -- Zuli, Erica, Samantha, Ai Lin and Jeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no, Aunty Jee. No no...sob sob sob," Zuli wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Is she nuts or what? Hahaaa...I'm a fine one to be yapping like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my point and what I really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT Adam Lambert cannot be a contestant in American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE -- he is in a class of his own. He is up there. He's a star ALREADY. He is damn damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he was in the bottom three - no, gsap, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bottom 2&lt;/span&gt; -this week.  But I think that's just unlucky, a one-off episode.&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be a first time for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the stairs the way he did must have irked America. Click &lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/entertainment/tv/2009/05/01/2009-05-01_reality_bites_next_adam_lambert_and_leave_on_american_idol.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam lambert has already got it going for himself and American Idol can no longer be a platform for him to propel his career. He should be taken out NOW and be given a record deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've said my peace so I don't have to hold my peace no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, When Matt was dunked out on Thursday, Zuli got sick. Really ill. No, not Swine Flu....just a bug. The Matt-Got-Dropped bug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2303838484616005052?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2303838484616005052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2303838484616005052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2303838484616005052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2303838484616005052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/05/american-idol-why-adam-shouldnt-be-in.html' title='American Idol -- Why Adam Shouldn&apos;t Be In The Running'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SfrxpeiebpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mKhBBARSXIo/s72-c/american+idol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5089148934818321345</id><published>2009-04-13T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:44:38.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Socialites -- Are They For Real?</title><content type='html'>Take it from me, people. Some of our socialites are really trashy. In the way they dress and the way they behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why. You just can't take the "jinjang, or the "shanty-ness" out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me. I know what class is. What breeding is. I mean, just sitting beside an OKB (orang kaya baru) is enough to demonstrate the clear divide between style and trash, elegance and gaudiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, folks. Our socialites are not for real. Okay. Many of them aren't. The genuine McCoys you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, you can tell them apart from the manufactured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baru-kahwin-orang-kaya&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking on the phone with a certain royalty recently. Someone I went to boarding school with in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about a party she went to recently and she was jaw-dropping appalled to see the manufactured glitziness of some of the ladies. Young newly-titled ladies whose husbands (also young) just got millions of ringgit in projects along with a "dato" for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were dressed so "loudly", the room was swirling and dizzying that my friends almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondies almost all of them, boobs (ok ok...cleavages) to show. and designer this and that from head to toe, it was obscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no elegance at all. Everyone was trying to outdo one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No class, you know. Not that anyone should try but I think they tried too hard. Oh well, I'll know not to attend any of these mad functions next time," my royal girlfriend told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what she's saying. Being a great people-watcher and knowing a lot of KL people, I know that most of our socialites marry into wealth, not class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the kind of politics that we have here, we have so many newly-created millionnaires. I mean just look at their houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These status symbols are ugly structures mirroring the owners' poor and vulgar taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian socialites. Now that's a misnomer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5089148934818321345?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5089148934818321345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5089148934818321345' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5089148934818321345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5089148934818321345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysian-socialites-are-they-for-real.html' title='Malaysian Socialites -- Are They For Real?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3337072656897198961</id><published>2009-03-24T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:25:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMON COWELL, You Da Man!</title><content type='html'>If I were American, young and can sing a tune, I'd definitely try out for American Idol. Imagine the possibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant dream careers have been made from American Idol. Think Kelly Clarkson, Carrie Underwood, David Archuleta, David Cook.......and, of course, Jennifer Hudson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have you been keeping up with the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, and honest to God, I am no fan of the show. But, I must say that I am completely amazed by the magnitude of its popularity so much so that thousands, year in, year out, want to have a shot at it, a shot at fame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I so understand why so many people with zero talent insist that they should be shortlisted. That is so totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they blame Simon Cowell for their failure to launch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we know, Brit Simon is by now a certified BAD GUY on the panel of judges. This is absolutely unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that people easily hit him because, well, he is THE bad guy, isn't he? So let him take the blame for you not making the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon says it to you face. Uncensored and usually what you do not want to hear. The truth, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am usually in agreement with him.  Randy Jackson is truthful, Kara DioGuardi is too and of course, dear Paula Abdul is sweet. They don't lie to the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that Simon is....BLUNT. Doesn't mince his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think that the three Americans would be blunt. But no...it's the Englishman who is. And he makes no apologies for his bluntness.&lt;br /&gt;His honesty, as he puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I like him. Because he does not give anyone false hope. But when you're good, he will tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to catch the auditions on TV, for some quirky reason. There were so many unbelievably stupid people who really thought they could sing! And they got so manic and mad when Simon told them that they could not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, though, that those who were shortlisted were generally polite and decent kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they could not make it to the next round, they were disappointed, but they took it well and thanked the judges. Well brought-up American kis, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is your favourite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I'm torn between Adam Lambert and rocker Allison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Simon is still DA MAN for me! Yes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3337072656897198961?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3337072656897198961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3337072656897198961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3337072656897198961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3337072656897198961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/03/simon-cowell-you-da-man.html' title='SIMON COWELL, You Da Man!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6368183576477139844</id><published>2009-01-17T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:20:37.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbing Down  in American Idol Auditions</title><content type='html'>Like really really down, it's unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no fan of the American Idol series. But I can get hooked because of the incredible drama during the coast-to-coast auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced that after the bona fide geek William Hung whose down-to-earth honesty shot him to fame seven shows ago, many Americans have found the successful formula to instant fame. Simply by being really bad at auditions and showing a Godamm attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone really be so stupid as to think that or she can sing when obviously there is NO talent at all in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unbelievable. And the drama that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also convinced that a lot of them are acting students playing out roles in the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well. It was all so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! Here's to another bleah bleah season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6368183576477139844?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6368183576477139844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6368183576477139844' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6368183576477139844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6368183576477139844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/dumbing-down-in-american-idol-auditions.html' title='Dumbing Down  in American Idol Auditions'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1715236902517107582</id><published>2009-01-13T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T02:04:31.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme This Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/nphotos/Hamilton-Island/photo//090113/photos_wl_pc_afp/8cf48784c6f09463bcb942e2650be81b//s:/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028" class="media"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They don't call this the world's best-paying job without a damn good reason. And I want the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, damn! I am not fully qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do everything but I am not a good swimmer. I swim but not good enough for what the job requires. Sob sob sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Come to think of it! Thank God! A damn good reason for not applying. For not qualifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you guys are interested, applications are accepted until February 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story;&lt;!-- end: .hd --&gt;          &lt;div style="height: 424px;" class="bd overflow"&gt;                  &lt;!-- end .related-media --&gt;                          &lt;div class="yn-story-content"&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SYDNEY (AFP) – An Australian state is offering internationally what it calls "the best job in the world" -- earning a top salary for lazing around a beautiful &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_0"&gt;tropical island&lt;/span&gt; for six months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The job pays 150,000 &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_1"&gt;Australian dollars&lt;/span&gt; (105,000 US dollars) and includes free airfares from the winner's home country to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_2"&gt;Hamilton Island&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_3"&gt;Great Barrier Reef&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_4"&gt;Queensland&lt;/span&gt;'s state government announced on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In return, the "island caretaker" will be expected to stroll the white sands, snorkel the reef, take care of "a few minor tasks" -- and report to a global audience via weekly blogs, photo diaries and video updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The successful applicant, who will stay rent-free in a three-bedroom beach home complete with &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_5"&gt;plunge pool&lt;/span&gt; and golf buggy, must be a good swimmer, excellent communicator and be able to speak and write English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "They'll also have to talk to media from time to time about what they're doing so they can't be too shy and they'll have to love the sea, the sun, the outdoors," said acting state Premier &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1231817297_6"&gt;Paul Lucas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "The fact that they will be paid to explore the islands of the Great Barrier Reef, swim, snorkel and generally live the Queensland lifestyle makes this undoubtedly the best job in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090113/od_afp/lifestyleaustraliatourismoffbeat_20090113032028"&gt;Click here to read the full story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/5978187268522544734-1715236902517107582?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1715236902517107582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1715236902517107582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1715236902517107582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1715236902517107582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/gimme-this-job.html' title='Gimme This Job!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7510821172598090391</id><published>2009-01-08T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:58:08.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Siti Nurhaliza And Datuk K</title><content type='html'>Although I am not a fan of Siti Nurhaliza, I do think she can sing, and awesomely too. She has a powerful melodious voice. Lovely singing voice. She is pretty to boot. Even without make-up, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this country, you have to be pretty to REALLY succeed as a singer. Siti is blessed with good looks and so you can see why she is hugely popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was also one of the very few female Malay artistes who seemed to have kept her reputation intact, scandal-free until, of course, grande dame Sharifah Aini got into the picture with allegations of some unsavoury behaviour and hocus-pocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time fans of Malay entertainment got an idea of what was going on and the fact that Siti was not what she had appeared to be -- that sweet innocent girl-next-door, Siti was already a household name and making mega Ringgit from her singing career. She is a smart girl, endorsing beauty and all sorts of products and investing in business using herself as the BRAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't have cared less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all that was going on with Siti denying allegations of romantic links with a married Datuk, she was actually involved with this married man. A certain gentleman the ever-hungry Malay media dubbed as Dato K. No, not Dato Kalimullah. He's uglier than Dato K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dato K was then married to a Kedah royalty, with who he has children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Siti really is a home-wrecker. She denied all this, of course. Plain fact -- she was having an affair with Dato K while he was married. But, in case you're spewing yucks at me, I am not using it against her. Hell, it's not my husband she was involved with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they Dato K took Siti to be his lawfully-wedded wife. Their wedding was one of the biggest circuses I had ever seen, and attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fairytale wedding? Can you hear me roar? Ummm, puke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be that as it may, Siti is mega popular not just in this country but across the seas. She's a big name in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Friday January 9...the  newspapers played up Siti's story about how internet reports of marital problems have affected the couple. It seems happy hubby has married another and has a child with that other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has vehemently denied. She stands by her man. No way that hubby is unhappy and has found happiness with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby said that all this was too much for him, affected his business. Even wanted to ask Siti to quit singing. Siti has even considered that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you --- why should Siti even be asked to quit singing.  She is so financially independent because of her successful singing career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I pretty am well-connected. I do socialize when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I hope Siti has made a good man out of this Dato K because he was one man I'd stay well away from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Malay word to describe him.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti and her beloved have asked people to leave them alone, to stop gossiping about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti, Siti, Siti......that will be very difficult. You are Malaysia's darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all this in your stride, Siti. You have stood tall all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the fact that there's no smoke without fire. Go on believing in hubby because that will keep you sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is --- don't give up your career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7510821172598090391?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7510821172598090391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7510821172598090391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7510821172598090391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7510821172598090391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-about-siti-nurhaliza-and-datuk-k.html' title='All About Siti Nurhaliza And Datuk K'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5149322938237075049</id><published>2008-12-31T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T02:14:13.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Good 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;                              "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The merry year is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                Like the bright berry from the naked thorn&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;                                    ~Hartley Coleridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope 2009 is better! HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5149322938237075049?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5149322938237075049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5149322938237075049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5149322938237075049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5149322938237075049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-good-2009.html' title='Have A Good 2009!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6918215148586161457</id><published>2008-11-27T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:07:12.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheat In Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SS6phKxvHpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CDKPnw-7n9g/s1600-h/cheat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SS6phKxvHpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CDKPnw-7n9g/s400/cheat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273338600991170194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh, you know how I love articles that give tips on dating and loving and how to know if you man's a damn cheat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent issue of Cosmo,  featured one on detecting the cheat in your man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ran a simple test. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's point to consider -- you have to realize that just because he possesses characteristics of a mangy scoundrel doesn't mean he's actually cheating on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to listen to your gut as well as read the clues," says Gary Aumiller, Ph.D., a psychologist and coauthor of "&lt;a href="http://shopping.yahoo.com/p:Red%20Flags:3000263558"&gt;Red Flags! How to Know When You're Dating a Loser&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run through this list of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wandering-eye&lt;/span&gt; warning signs to see if your partner is predisposed to prowl... and find out how you can deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;Dating Factor: His Background&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheat Predictor #1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mainAreaContent"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was he spoiled as a kid?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Do his parents tend to baby him and help him out of financial jams?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has he ever bragged about cheating on an exam or paying someone to write a paper for him in college?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;If your man seems to have sailed through life without ever hitting the rough waters that rock the rest of us, beware. Privileged chaps tend to suffer from a sense of entitlement (read: bratty-boy syndrome), so he may believe that the rules don't apply to him. He's so used to getting what he wants, why should he stop now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;"He might cheat because he thinks he deserves to fulfill all of his needs, no matter who he might hurt," says Shirley Glass, Ph.D., a psychologist, infidelity expert and author of the forthcoming "Not Just Friends: Protecting Your Relationship from Infidelity and Healing from the Trauma of Betrayal."&lt;br /&gt;"He probably has little concept of how upset you would be if you found out because he's too self-centered to think about your feelings."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;So how do you know if your have-it-all hunk has other women on his wish list?&lt;br /&gt;Glass suggests paying attention to how he copes when he's confronted with any bad behavior on his part.&lt;br /&gt;Does he regret getting caught forwarding your racy emails to his friends but feel no guilt for doing it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Does he blame others when he screws up rather than take responsibility himself?&lt;br /&gt;If he can't see how his actions affect others, he's not likely to say, "Whoa, what about my girlfriend?" when temptation strikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating Factor: His Career&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheat Predictor #2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does he work mostly with women? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is he always logging in late hours, whether it be at the office, at dinner with clients or on business trips?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Does he make a lot of money?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;It's great to date a guy with ambition -- and his deep pockets definitely don't hurt when he brings you pricey baubles -- but the office environment can open the door to private meetings of the carnal kind.&lt;br /&gt;According to Glass, studies show that when men cheat, it's most often with a work colleague. "Not only are people with similar interests side by side on a daily basis, but the time they spend together is usually when they're most energetic and look their best." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Unfortunately, the bigger his wallet, the more likely your busy bee is to cozy up with an office buddy.&lt;br /&gt;According to a study conducted by Jan Halper, Ph.D., author of "Quiet Desperation: The Truth About Successful Men," top-tier guys have affairs more often than those on a lower rung, and not just because big bucks can be babe magnets.&lt;br /&gt;"Evolution has wired men to understand that the better they are at providing, the more appealing they are to women," says Alon Gratch, Ph.D., a psychologist and author of "If Men Could Talk."&lt;br /&gt;"Since testosterone is what drives men's quest for power, if a guy has achieved status, he's more likely to act on his desires." Remember that little Oval Office incident? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;But before you start staking out your guy's office parking lot, realize that a career-oriented man might just be spending time working diligently.&lt;br /&gt;If he sounds happy that you call during the day, invites you to his office and takes you to company parties, you're most likely his one and only partner.&lt;br /&gt;It's when he acts more secretive about his work than a CIA agent that he's probably taking on after-hours clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating Factor: His Schmooze MO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheat Predictor #3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can he talk his way out of anything (parking tickets, rolling into work late)? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does he make an effort to charm everyone -- your coworkers, your older sister, a saleswoman? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you go to parties, does he insist on making the rounds?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Your friends and family love him, and he always manages to keep you entertained. How could you not adore him?&lt;br /&gt;But according to Glass, sweet-talkers often have a deep need for approval and thrive on attention. So what's wrong with dating a really friendly fella? Well, sometimes a smooth operator's need for the spotlight can't be satisfied by one woman's ego-stroking.&lt;br /&gt;And if he's suave with the ladies, opportunities undoubtedly arise.&lt;br /&gt;"Charmers meet a lot of women and win them over easily," says Aumiller. "So even if his intentions aren't more than friendship, they might be willing to move beyond friendship, and that's hard to resist."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;To determine if your charmer might become a two-timer, watch how he interacts with you in social settings.&lt;br /&gt;A guy who wants to play with other partners may brush you off when chatting with a new female friend or get noticeably more uncomfortable with PDAs when other women are around.&lt;br /&gt;"He should act like a boyfriend, giving you side glances when he's talking with someone else, for example, or making sure he spends at least part of the night partying with you," says Gratch. But it also wouldn't hurt to remind him how attention-worthy you are.&lt;br /&gt;When he chats up a chick in the corner, flirt with a few guys yourself. Once he sees that you have your own game going on, he'll focus back on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating Factor: His Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheat Predictor #4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does he usually hang out with a crew of mostly &lt;a href="http://personals.yahoo.com/"&gt;single guys&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do his friends encourage him to join them in just-for-men activities?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Do his pals have problems staying in relationships?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;The nightclubs, the bachelor parties, the dudes-only deeds we're better off not knowing the details of -- it's enough to make any woman worry just a wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;Although boys-will-be-boys, bonding time helps a committed man feel less, well, trapped, the appeals of bachelorhood may make him long to be a free agent.&lt;br /&gt;A recent study of 37,000 men and women showed that when guys see those around them splitting from their significant others, it tends to encourage them to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;You want to believe that his buddies would have enough sense to stop your guy from canoodling with some cute club-hopper, but they won't always be on your side.&lt;br /&gt;According to Aumiller, "If a coupled-up guy's friends are all looking to get lucky, they may not only tease him about being tied down but also actually dare him to cheat. At the very least, they'll cover for him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Still, there's no need to ban him from hanging out with the bachelors if he's able to strike the right balance between his buddies and you.&lt;br /&gt;"He should include you sometimes when he meets up with friends," says Glass.&lt;br /&gt;Although your fella's frat pack might seem like the enemy, chumming it up with the guys (fake fondness if you have to) can do wonders for your relationship. Once you've earned their respect, they're much less likely to push your partner into prowling.&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/5978187268522544734-6918215148586161457?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6918215148586161457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6918215148586161457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6918215148586161457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6918215148586161457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/cheat-in-him.html' title='The Cheat In Him'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SS6phKxvHpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CDKPnw-7n9g/s72-c/cheat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3542454456108144961</id><published>2008-11-16T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:01:05.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The B Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SSDBbtBxkJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_yXXvkiUoM/s1600-h/botox-collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SSDBbtBxkJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_yXXvkiUoM/s400/botox-collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269424245711147154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...little things can make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is when you read magazines or watch television and you catch those visuals of those gorgeous celebrities and you look with envy at their smooth almost wrinkle-free faces, and of course, their so well-toned bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're not really envious. You're just wondering how they could have those almost ageless faces. Once in a while, a naughty story comes up with pictures of how they actually look without their make-up and all manner of aids to keep them looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, when they're made-up, they're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let me say that I believe that beauty is skin-deep and beauty comes from within, that all of us are beautiful in our own way and that if your heart is good, you radiate that goodness from within and you will look beautiful......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...back to those gorgeous celebrity faces....&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "E!" on Astro channel 712, and to my utter utter delight, a majority of celebrities, including the A-listers, ARE on or HAVE had BOTOX, to smoothen them lines....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing like crazeee, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These celebrities -- young and old and older, male and female -- have BOTOX to help them look goooooood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOTOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was envious.....haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly silly me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the face that He has given me. I will accept the lines and wrinkles with sincerity and ask for strength that I will NEVER EVER have the urge to resort to BOTOX! Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3542454456108144961?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3542454456108144961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3542454456108144961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3542454456108144961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3542454456108144961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-word.html' title='The B Word'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SSDBbtBxkJI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7_yXXvkiUoM/s72-c/botox-collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-503067330094492494</id><published>2008-11-05T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:33:42.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Is President</title><content type='html'>I was listening to LightFM this morning, eagerly awaiting the topic of discussion. It is usually about, love, life and human behaviour. Or about money, or bad manners on the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda surprised when the DJs decided to talk politics. They decided on Barack Obama's victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJs invited listeners to say what they think about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I had expected callers to talk about ethnicity and the country's premiership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of them wondered aloud whether Malaysia will ALSO change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were more honest, they would probably say that they would like to see a non-Malay  Malaysian Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead they went around the bush saying how nice that Americans have voted for a Black/African Amercian to be their President and how nice if Malaysians would do the same and see beyond ethnicity and race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that I am so happy that Obama is President because it shows that Americans are a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one racist red-neck American, there are thousands who are open and broad-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage is set for a new US of A. &lt;a href="http://evahaven.blogspot.com/2008/11/hallelujah-history-and-obama.html"&gt;Hallellujah&lt;/a&gt;! as one of my favourite bloggers hollered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not to forget Rocky's post on &lt;a href="http://rockybru.com.my/2008/11/first-black-president-of-usa.html"&gt;Obama.&lt;/a&gt;  But, aah...you've probably already read it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US has really come a long way. Who would have thought that a Black would be occupying the White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take America to see beyond colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey was long and the ride was rough. No doubt about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be fooled. Racism is still alive and kicking in the good US of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the LightFM listeners who were lamenting about the country's state of affairs i.e still having a Malay Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly and honestly, I am fine with any kind of Prime Minister as long as he or she has the people's interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an insignificant blogger. The only thing I can say is that America and Malaysia share very little, if, hardly, in historical background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need to change many things, including the Constitution, if we want to have a non-Malay Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile....I am happy Obama is President. May he help change America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-503067330094492494?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/503067330094492494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=503067330094492494' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/503067330094492494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/503067330094492494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-is-president.html' title='Obama Is President'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5895997050422098639</id><published>2008-11-03T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:50:05.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady Like This I Cannot Be</title><content type='html'>Over the Deepavali weekend, I met a lady. First time that we met. Let's call her Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at a mutual friend's Deepavali luncheon.&lt;br /&gt;So,  Laura and I got into a conversation about life, children, marriage, religion and, well, the world and the universe.&lt;br /&gt;She is a very attractive woman in her 40s. A Eurasian who's now married to a Muslim. She was married to a non-Muslim and they had two (now grown-up) children.&lt;br /&gt;She has two sons with her current husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice afternoon as we finished off the marrukku. Antonio was with our mutual friend's hubby and buddies at the other end of the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...what Laura told me really left me gaping like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she loves her husband. Otherwise she would have left him when she found out that he had an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An affair? Sex and sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean you forgave him? Forgive and forget? Why", I asked, in astonishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could also not forgive him and leave him....," she replied. But she chose not to because she loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she never knew her husband was cheating on her, all those two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO YEARS? And he he got away with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found out about it because his young mistress called her and admitted to everything. She had already converted to Islam in the hope that he would marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the trick mistresses use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting anywhere after being together that long so you spill the beans so that something will happen. Doesn't matter what. But hell if I'm gonna go through this like i don't exist in his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah... the mistress' mantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she confronted her husband, he denied. He never admitted to a single thing that the young woman alleged. Not the lust nor the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistress came to Laura's matrimonial home. In the presence of the wayward husband, she gave details of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He admitted to nothing. Laura did not react. There was no hell, no fury in her case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forlorn, the mistress, left..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you believe her or him?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe there was something. I don't know if it was an affair. Even if I cut his hand, he' deny.   I also believe that he did not want to leave me. So he had to make a choice," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Laura felt so sorry for the other woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I felt a little disappointed because there were no fireworks. No scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura assured me that she saw no point in prolonging "her pain". She loves her husband. After all, he denied having had a relationship with the "mistress". He denied so vehemently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should she believe the "mistress" or her "husband"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura said in a marriage, we have to always prepare ourselves to disclosures of our spouses' infidelity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These things happen-lah...it's ok. we just have to deal with it. It's not the end of the world," she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the Eurasian in her. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah...maybe. I come from a long line of very stoical and resilient people," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura....I do too. But if I find out Antonio has been in a lust and love relationship with a babe, I don't know what I'd do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can't be like you. Stoic and resilient, notwithstanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5895997050422098639?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5895997050422098639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5895997050422098639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5895997050422098639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5895997050422098639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/11/lady-like-this-i-cannot-be.html' title='A Lady Like This I Cannot Be'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6867666248390294023</id><published>2008-10-25T08:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:37:53.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met Rocky (Rocky's Bru)</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't blog about this! It's quite embarrassing. But it was the highlight of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said that I'd been wanting to meet Ahiruddin Attan AKA Rocky of Rocky's Bru.  Well, I did. The best thing was that it was not planned. Not exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I wasn't about to email him or facebook him or do anything that would make me look hard-up. But, hell, I was so hard-up to meet him, I'm not ashamed to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Antonio thinks I'm crazy. But he is just so sweet. He knows Rocky but will not introduce me to him because he says he (and probably Rocky too) will end up being very embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been following Rocky's Bru from Day One. It was Antonio who introduced me to his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked since. This guy's one brave bugger!&lt;br /&gt;From his blog, I go to the blogs on his blog roll. My other favourite is, of course, Jalan Sudin. She is amazing. Love her. I also like MM's Rantings, Stand-Up Philosopher, Zorro, Shanghai Fish, Zewt and Jacqui's Curve and Lady Patsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to know Elviza and Tok Mommy. I used to love Clark Gable of Pulau Duyong but sadly, he no longer blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to that momentous moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often see him in Bangsar with that certain someone whom I was duly told not to mention because it is none of my business.  And don't speculate, I was nicely reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I wanted to say hi and introduce myself, but always stopped short because they seemed to be in their private little world that I didn't want to interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio told me that Rocky is really very nice. On the ball. Knows stuff. Knows a lot of people. Very helpful.  Six-foot two (or three) but such a gentle giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't that certain someone mind if I intrude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio said, no way. She's so nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...boy, I am so nervous just writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at Bangsar Village One, in front of the news-stand at the Grocer's supermarket, waiting for her (that certain someone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I saw them earlier but I was not sure it was him, or her. I got closer to them as they  stepped out of the escalator (from the carpark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...it was them, alright.  So handsome! So macho! And she, so very attractive, and looking so good in a bright t-shirt with white slinky pants.  Love her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they headed for Basil, the Thai Restaurant. I followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were seated. So I got myself seated too. Lucky me, I got a table very close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their lunch. So did I. They chatted. Laughed. Chatted. Couldn't quite hear, although I was at the closest table.&lt;br /&gt;But, I could feel the chemistry in the air. Aaah....lovebirds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was figuring out when I could say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. they got up to pay the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly got up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Act naturally, act naturally, " I reminded myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you must be wondering when I met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After paying my bill (oh man. it was worth my tom yam and mocktail lunch!), I rushed out and saw Rocky standing in front of the news-stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked quickly.  Aaah...finally, the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi!', I said.  He looked up, smiled, but looking a bit puzzled because obviously I was a stranger, yet I was sure I must have looked familiar because I "lepak" in Bangsar too. Besides, I was lunching a while ago. at the table closest to you. Trying to eavesdrop. :-).&lt;br /&gt;Er...remember? Hope not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rocky?", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I must be," he replied, ever so gently and politely. I thought...what a sexy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm, er, your, fan..I mean...reader.", I stuttered, stammered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?...that's always good to know. And you are?" He smiled. Man! Is this guy ever so tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my real name, I think.  Nope. Wasn't going to say that I am the witch who leaves comments in his blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she (that certain someone) appeared. She was so sweet. She smiled and said "hi there" and introduced herself.&lt;br /&gt;My God! if I was a lesbian, I'd.....&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm younger than her (Antonio knows  her age because he was at her **th birthday party Rocky threw for her at the Press Club. Bloody romantic, I tell you!) but she really put me to shame. She has a great body. She is GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Yep. No wonder. I could see just why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I mumbled. I might have said "I read you too!".&lt;br /&gt;So nervous. They both smiled and I was sure they wanted to laugh just looking at how nervous I was.&lt;br /&gt;But they were so sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong with me?  They're two normal ordinary people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "bye, bye...nice meeting you guys."  I almost tripped as I attempted to "cabut".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called Jeremy and told him breathlessly that he didn't have to now bother introducing me to Rocky because I'd met the man himself.  And a bonus for me, I met her,  the LOHL (figure this one out, because Antonio said that's what she is to him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was not disappointed! A fan more than ever, I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...let me run 10 miles. I need to be in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was the highlight of my week. And I have not gotten over it!  Antonio is going around the house with earmuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So, Rocky, if you happen to pass by here...I've got a special broo for you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6867666248390294023?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6867666248390294023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6867666248390294023' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6867666248390294023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6867666248390294023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-met-rocky-rockys-bru.html' title='I Met Rocky (Rocky&apos;s Bru)'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2360876469391186910</id><published>2008-10-22T02:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:06:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has He (or She) Got A Secret Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SP77FZf4JiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vgu-CXMRU4A/s1600-h/self_deception_lumen.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SP77FZf4JiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vgu-CXMRU4A/s400/self_deception_lumen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259917484977825314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an odd topic. But I'll tell you why I'm bringing this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close friend of ours just confessed that he's got a "secret" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a life his wife does not know about. Oh no no. He hasn't got another wife. Not another woman. Nor a mistress. Nor another family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got little activities that he indulges in that the wife does not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got sms friends. He's got online pals. He's got cafe latte/capuccino buddies. He's got drinking kakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they include females. Actually, largely females. In fact, his secret life covers females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's call our friend Zaman. Nice  decent guy. Loves his wife and kids to bits.&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he has a secret life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he's kept all these from his wife. She does not know that he sms-es women, chats with women, has coffee/teh tarik with women, drinks (mocktail/cocktail/beer/whatever) with women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he just confessed that he has "gym" dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him about the nature of his relationship with these women. Zaman said some of them are "close" friends, others are friendship developed over time. Nothing serious but there is some kind of intimacy at a very distant level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh you know. Cosy in our smses but nothing beyond that," was his smart-ass reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, buddy. It better not be beyond that because serious, sordid and God-knows-what can develop from very innocent contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, Zaman. I have seen that. Don't you even think it, boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him to be careful. His secret life may explode in is face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of deception is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final word of warning -- if it's a lie, sooner or later, boy. Sooner or later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2360876469391186910?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2360876469391186910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2360876469391186910' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2360876469391186910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2360876469391186910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-he-or-she-got-secret-life.html' title='Has He (or She) Got A Secret Life?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SP77FZf4JiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Vgu-CXMRU4A/s72-c/self_deception_lumen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5638335835114911449</id><published>2008-10-02T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:27:57.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joyous Aidilfitri!</title><content type='html'>To my Muslim friends -- Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't over-eat. Drive carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to buckle up in the rear seats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5638335835114911449?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5638335835114911449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5638335835114911449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5638335835114911449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5638335835114911449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/10/joyous-aidilfitri.html' title='A Joyous Aidilfitri!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6288879510999930439</id><published>2008-09-16T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:34:38.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old Dawn...</title><content type='html'>So I take this deliberate stance to be detached from politics. But, you know what they say...politics is everywhere around you, everything you touch, everything you hear and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this great country of ours, politics touches you in every way. That's the way it is. And that's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I was full of anticipation, anguish, pain, ache, joy, sorrow during days, hours and moments before September 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the 16th day of the ninth month of this year, the day that Datuk Seri Anwar Ibrahim promised to seize for that was to have been his BIG day when he would chart history and history would have been MADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwar was going to be Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...ALAS... it was not to be. September 16 came and went as fleetingly as any other day save a few high intensity happenings. In Malaysia it is nothing short of high intensity and sometimes, high velocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why was I not surprised that September 16 was not to be fro brother Anwar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing can be that easy to achieve, even for one as clever as Anwar.&lt;br /&gt;It was simply tooo gooood to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking over the reigns of power cannot be a picnic. Cannot be easy.  Cannot be so damn easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'd like to advice the likes of Anwar and PM wannabes.....you have to do it the RIGHT way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot pay off people to join you. Damn those MPs. That ain't no democracy in progress. That's corruption, babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, brother Anwar...you should be practicing what you've been preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn if I have to put up with those corrupt 30 or so MPs. You're the people's representatives, for God's sake!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make my exit for I am but a humble blogger who knows not much about politics..I'll stick to writing about my love and sex life and Antonio,  anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we have the same old same old dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6288879510999930439?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6288879510999930439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6288879510999930439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6288879510999930439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6288879510999930439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-old-dawn.html' title='Same Old Dawn...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-238728740942692690</id><published>2008-09-13T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:20:20.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Infidelity To You?</title><content type='html'>My problem with Antonio is our definition of what infidelity is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, being unfaithful is if the partner sleeps with another person/persons, or have a any form of physical relationship with another person/persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book, there is no such thing as an emotional relationship without a physical relationship. But a physical relationship can exist without an emotional one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my book, anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my book, being unfaithful is having ANY KIND of relationship with another person/persons, be it physical or emotional or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Antonio, going for coffee/latte or meeting up for dinner with a woman is harmless and "don't mean a damn thing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ing, emailing, facebooking with other females does not constitute infidelity, even though those messages carry intimate tones. And to females unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean that he does not love me, he avers. The heart is strong for me. Yeah, yeah. It's not like he was going to take anyone to bed, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me....it always starts somewhere -- an innocent coffee, lunch or dinner. An innocent car-ride, an innocent anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always starts with something so innocent and innocuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen too many relationships start from that innocent something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose he thinks differently. He thinks he's like no other and cannot get easily tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the trouble with Antonio is that while he believes that all this is innocent, he can be quite a teaser, a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he realize that he is, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you call other women "baby" or "babe"?  "Luv", I can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find that sometimes Antonio's intimacy is not exclusive to me. That bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I have such high expectations from a man who is incapable of understanding my commitment and conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that what is important is that he loves me -- so don't doubt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****sorry for the long absence from blogging. I have been away.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-238728740942692690?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/238728740942692690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=238728740942692690' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/238728740942692690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/238728740942692690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-infidelity-to-you.html' title='What&apos;s Infidelity To You?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3215343298776990990</id><published>2008-08-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:33:49.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Is So Damn Hard To Say!</title><content type='html'>It is. Because I have tried to say that to Antonio whenever I think that it is pointless to go on with me doubting his commitment to our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I think of how much he really does love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those flirtatious messages he sends to those babes or broads are just that -- flirtatious messages.&lt;br /&gt;I must tell you that he NEVER ever flirts with anyone in my presence. I know, I know....the quieter they are, the more dangerous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is there is no doubt at all that he flirts because I know -- with proof. But whether, knowing that he is an unrepentant and compulsive flirt (with some women I know personally --damn him!), I'd want to remain in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for realising this side of Antonio only the last couple of years. How could I believe him so when there were signs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time, I was told by a close friend that Antonio pulled her to sit beside him during a performance by a singer at a club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me quite casually, but in detail. At that time my relationship with Antonio was not high-profile yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him about it, he took pains to convince me that it ncver happened that way, that this friend of mine, was really imagining it all or that she she simply fibbing. Well, my friend has a habit of exaggerating things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, on another occasion, someone told me about how this PR girl who "was sitting so close to Antonio at the club that she was "almost sitting on his lap"!!!!! I was so funimg inside and I asked him and, yes, you've guessed it. Antonio vehemently denied it and accused this person of really dramatizing the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, it didn't help that this person was also prone to a lot of exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, Antonio and I have a fantastic relationship. But, I happened to havbe found out about his shenanigans behind my back. His little up-to-no-good habit of flirting with females. Not all, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that Antonio can't help flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd flirt in his first line in a message to whoever the girl maybe. I am convinced he is a pathaological flirt. He doesn't arrange to meet up with guys, If he does, then it's a simple "see you at ****".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with women, it's something like "hey, let me share cofffee with you sometime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A message between him and a babe he'd just met would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe: Hi, Antonio, nice to see you last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antonio: Mmmm, it was nicer for me to see you. Whatcha doing?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you always wear jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe: Yeah, why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antonio: Would love to see what's inside them. Whatcha doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe: Oh...having coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antonio: Mmmm, must be nice having your coffee with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, this is about the mildest I can give as an example. But, you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it harmless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. If a guy I've just met send me that kind of messages, I'd think he's one horny bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a prude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so damn hard to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3215343298776990990?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3215343298776990990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3215343298776990990' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3215343298776990990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3215343298776990990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-is-so-damn-hard-to-say.html' title='Goodbye Is So Damn Hard To Say!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5796244539962757658</id><published>2008-08-11T07:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:58:04.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leopard Never Changes Its Spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SKBRJ-EFjKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gFLCEjyJZLI/s1600-h/leopard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SKBRJ-EFjKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gFLCEjyJZLI/s400/leopard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233271998725328034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither does a randy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SKBR99LipSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DoLQua52F8A/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SKBR99LipSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DoLQua52F8A/s400/dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272891841357090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about proverbs is that they were coined for a reason -- or several good reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this one about a leopard, for instance. I so want to challenge it but, hell,  it is oh-so-true. Statistically speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about my own experience. Take my friend, Sofia and her long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been involved with this son-of-B for more than a decade. I have told her to leave him. But she won't because -- well, she loves him and he loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I mislead you. Let me be clear.  Let's call her man, Rafael. Without a doubt, he loves her. Adores her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had quite a reputation before they got together and went rock-steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believed and still does and that's because he convinced her -- that he is BASICALLY faithful to her and has been all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like me, she "caught" Rafael flirting - in every sense of the word -- in emails/smses/facebook -- with women, some of whom are known to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she know? Well, she said it's a small world. She was told by a young woman who did not know that Rafael was her man,  that he's "gatal". His "messages" to her were always laced with flirtatious undertones. More like overtones. Very over the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia can be funny when she's angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was he "gatal", I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's always sending signals like saying she's got sexy legs and let's have coffee at BSC blah blah blah. You'd think that he's footloose and fancy-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another instance was when a mutual friend told Rafael in an email that she missed "you guys" at such-and-such a place as she had not been there in a long while, his reply was -- "you guys? why not just 'you'?".  "You" is Rafael. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....very familiar trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mutual friend was wondering whether Sofia was still with Rafael, seeing that he's kinda giving her the come-on. She asked Sofia and told her why. In fact showed Sofia the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia said that that was Rafael's way of being cute and sweet to friends.  Inside, she was seething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sofia not to make a habit of believing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I saw the message," she retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she hissed, that's not the point. He flirts. He is "gatal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I wondered, whether she had known that all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia said she never does these things that he is so prone to enjoy doing.  She never flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thre's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has called a certain woman, "sexy girl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another instance, he had made arrangements to "meet" an American friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia did ask him about this American friend's visit. Whether he was in touch with her. He denied. Played dumb and was so cool about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofia knew about it because this American friend had also been emailing her and told her about Rafael's "offer to meet up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did he have to lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sofia because a leopard never changes its spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then he is a liar. He swears he's never done all that. But behind me, he's flirting like a randy dog," she wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's okay, Sofia. That randy dog loves you. And, most importantly, you love that randy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if you find it in yourself, the strength to leave him -- DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah...I'm a fine one to be preaching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5796244539962757658?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5796244539962757658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5796244539962757658' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5796244539962757658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5796244539962757658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/leopard-never-changes-its-spots.html' title='A Leopard Never Changes Its Spots'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SKBRJ-EFjKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/gFLCEjyJZLI/s72-c/leopard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8078989362184314663</id><published>2008-08-02T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T20:52:02.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Men.....</title><content type='html'>I hardly go out evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last evening, I accompanied Antonio to a wedding -- of a friend's son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at the Sheraton Subang. It's been quite some time since I've been there. I live on the other side of the Klang Valley so the Subang area is not an area I frequent. In fact, it is an area I avoid.&lt;br /&gt;Never had a good traveling experience there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was with a heavy heart that I agreed to accompany Antonio to the wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Subang, Antonio gave a run-down on this friend of his. I kinda know of the guy, heard of him but, oddly enough, had never met him. After all, I know most of Antonio's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This father of the groom was a journalist who got rich for being a political nominee of someone back in the mid 80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left the country to stay in the UK after a certain political leader was sacked and jailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio was being ever so kind when talking about this guy but from what I gathered, this guy is no better than a political prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, hey...I'm just a witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom is an accountant working in London and the bride is a doctor practicing in the UK. They both met in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I shall be talking about is the father of the bride himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the entrance of the ballroom, I thought the host of the evening had a very young wife. She looked like she was in her late 20s or early 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked like he was -- old. Kinda old enough to be her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to his speech at the end of the evening, I found out that this was his second marriage. His first wife -- the mother of the groom -- died of cancer about two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke about his re-marrying when dishing out advice to his son and newly-acquired daugher-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first marriage was a love marriage. The second -- "through a broker", he remarked. I guess he meant it was an arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this father of the groom --- a northerner from Penang (like his political master) had everyone in stitches. Including moi. Antonio was so beside himself that he had to take sips of the syrup drink. Aaah....for that cold cold Heinneken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady beside me had to ask this question -- why do men never hesitate to get a replacement after their wife dies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. I replied -- "you know....some don't even wait for their wives to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Antonio who was listening, did not know where to look. He attempted a smile which turned into a lop-sided grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lady in question, roared with laughter and remarked: "Hahaa....men!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's what I call a great sense of humour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8078989362184314663?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8078989362184314663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8078989362184314663' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8078989362184314663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8078989362184314663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-men.html' title='About Men.....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6916124975571443212</id><published>2008-07-28T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:35:38.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Lucky Lucky KIds!</title><content type='html'>You betcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up a teenager in Kuala Lumpur, there were not many places to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Robinson's at Jalan Mountbatten (now Jalan Tun Perak), The Weld and a few boutiques here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was in college, we had  Ampang Shopping Complex, Wisma Central, Pertama and Campbell and much much later, Yow Chuan Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, these were nowhere near what teenagers have today! Just look at the choices now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cinemas! Love what we have today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved going to the movies those days. Especially with my sisters and girlfriends. How odd to say this. But I avoid going dating to the movies. Difficult to focus and concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled abroad for holidays regularly as a teenager. So let me tell you that Malaysia has come a long way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kids just don't know how lucky you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please note that this posting is about a very light subject.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6916124975571443212?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6916124975571443212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6916124975571443212' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6916124975571443212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6916124975571443212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-lucky-lucky-kids.html' title='You Lucky Lucky KIds!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1945988528150241904</id><published>2008-07-02T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:34:02.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SGw6ZTCSkuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VL6LU8HEwAE/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SGw6ZTCSkuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VL6LU8HEwAE/s400/cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218610274496582370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Antonio -- oh you know him...the love of my life -- just celebrated our anniversary. We've been together like over a decade. Like, that long? Yeah, baby, that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just yesterday that we started out. Ours was intense from the start. Just as intense, now? Well. yeah.....sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire still there? Er...I'm sure it's there somewhere. But do you really need to have that fire? I mean, let's face it....the fire is not as hot but it does not mean that the relationship is cold and dead. Does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna just overturn all that psycho crap about what a relationship must have for it to survive till eternity.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not true that sex is everything in a relationship. It is important....I think that's when you know whether the fire is still burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical intimacy is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is not the engine that drives the relationship. Don't believe it that when you're together you're supposed to talk and talk and talk to each other. NAAAH....So not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes yes yes.....you have to keep fit and healthy so that you can cope with everything that's important to you. And you will not want to die - pffft -- before him. Or do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that I don't trust Antonio 100 per cent. My mama ( God bless her soul/May she rest in peace) told me never ever give your man 100 per cent -- not yourself, and not your trust.&lt;br /&gt;She said that because you do not want to be disillusioned, disappointed that can lead to you being either homicidal or suicidal. Ok...the last bit is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what, mama. It still doesn't work. I don't give Antonio 100 per cent and I can still feel a depth of disillusionment, disappointment and oooh.....betrayal. But I am not homicidal nor suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. And hell. I still love the bastard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1945988528150241904?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1945988528150241904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1945988528150241904' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1945988528150241904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1945988528150241904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-year-another-day.html' title='Another Year, Another Day!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SGw6ZTCSkuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VL6LU8HEwAE/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2228684294407326285</id><published>2008-06-16T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T20:18:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crap On E zurin..</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you know some of these women.&lt;br /&gt;You remember them in school, or in your earlier life, as an ordinary girl who led an ordinary life in an ordinary neighbourhood. Sometimes, less than ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in your adulthood, you suddenly see their photos in the society pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ms Less-than-ordinary looks glamorous -- donning designers from head to toe. EEUW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, she is now a socialite. She has arrived. Good for her because you remember that THAT was her ambition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait...there's a story about her.  As you read every line, every paragraph, you find yourself shaking your head. This is not the Ms Less-than-ordinary whom you knew in school and as a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, yes. A lot about her past life. But, man.....has she rewritten her history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened when I read about Datin E zurin Tunku... (whaaaat?) in Malaysian Tatler.  Wait a minute. How did that Tunku get into her name, Much like beautician Maneesah Tunku Iskandar. Oh, puhleeze....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Tunku belongs to her husband.  Since when have we anglicised the form of our names by attaching our husband's name. I am Witchbroo Wizard. Not Witchbroo Antonio. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I sound like a jealous bitch - hell, I'm not - I'd like to stress here that I am not begrudging her for having made it good by snaring a rich royalty. And how she snared him is probably another story (for another day. maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begrudge her for lying about her life. But then again. Should I be surprised?&lt;br /&gt;There are people who would obliterate their beginnings if they could. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these women lie about themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take E zurin? What kinda crap was all that about? Like she was the manor born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is from Kawasan Melayu in Petaling Jaya. I believe her parents still live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has E zurin forgotten where she came from? Don't think so. But I'm so damn sure that she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned her stay in London after secondary school. What she did not say was she squatted with a guy for those few months she was there. But that was ok. I won't nit-pick here. It takes all sorts to make the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiatatler.com/main.php"&gt;Malaysian Tatler about her&lt;/a&gt;, you'd be thoroughly convinced that E zurin NEVER had it so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she insists on designer labels.  Because she dresses up her maids in the way "maids" ought be dressed up -- you know in uniforms just like in the movies. Just like really rich people's maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, puhleeze, E zurin. What a load of CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't even know how to pronounce Lanvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that Malaysian Tatler portrayed E zurin the way it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know E zurin, Perhaps Malaysian Tatler does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke! Socialite! My sides are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I forget. Malaysia is like that. You maybe from the ghetto, but just snare a rich guy whom you met at one-of-them wild parties and you can get yourself a passport to be a socialite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognise any of these "socialites"? If you cannot or don't, look at the way they are dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple. If you have nothing to prove, or there is no need for you to prove anything, then you simply do not need to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E zurin. Stop behaving like you have to keep proving something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....the crap on her. Shame on you, Malaysian Tatler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2228684294407326285?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2228684294407326285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2228684294407326285' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2228684294407326285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2228684294407326285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/06/crap-on-ezurin.html' title='The Crap On E zurin..'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7466774754001829402</id><published>2008-06-03T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:11:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Be A Mat Salleh</title><content type='html'>I'm going to sound like a real bitch. Can't help thinking aloud about how Malaysian women -- be they Chinese, Malay or Indian -- try hard to be so Mat Salleh when they have a Mat Salleh as their partner, hubby or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to generalise here but I do believe I have some basis for drawing such a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been people-watching lately which is something I happen to do when I'm just with my latte for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any idea how mixed the next generation of Malaysians will be. Ok, I am exaggerating. At least, if these campur kids whose parents decide to stay put in the Klang Valley, are any indication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I counted in one hour I was at Coffee Bean in Bangsar, more than 10 mixed couples -- local women and Mat Salleh partners -- some of whom were with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really caught my eye was how these women either had their hair dyed blonde or shade of that, might as well have been naked or have that "exotic" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear one of the Mat Salleh guys must have married his maid.   Please, I'm not being judgmental or mean. I have no opinion of anyone marrying their maid, unless of course he is already married which means that he was screwing the maid behind his wife's back before dumping his wife to marry the maid. But, that is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this guy's partner really looked like a maid --- my maid, my sister's maid, my other sister's maid, my brother's maid, my mom's maid.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, no. She was neither Indonesian nor Filipina. Overheard their conversation, She was Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do these women all try to be whiter than white. As though it's part of the deal. You have to look like a Mat Salleh...or their idea of a Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ok. Here's the thing. The Mat Salleh guys with these women? Ummm.....Naaah...I think these guys (to these women) must be really nice people with great personality, rich (that's, of course, subjective), or simply great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just that their skin is white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of Malaysian women who'd fall for a Mat Salleh. Any Mat Salleh as long as he is a Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang putih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7466774754001829402?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7466774754001829402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7466774754001829402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7466774754001829402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7466774754001829402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-mat-salleh.html' title='Trying To Be A Mat Salleh'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2139924951906902253</id><published>2008-05-16T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T03:03:27.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Education For Young Malaysians...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SC1b5ZTmgPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmYNBFjNG18/s1600-h/sex+education.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SC1b5ZTmgPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmYNBFjNG18/s400/sex+education.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200914186286563570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been receptive to the idea of sex education in school but I am realistic because I have little faith and confidence in our teachers to carry out this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you. For a very long time, our school education system has not been conducive for this kind of subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have long forgotten about the need to educate our young on sex and issues relating to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about sex by myself through a lot of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I see that the government will be including sex education in the national service programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about it &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080514/ap_on_re_as/malaysia_sex_education;_ylt=AgYTowZoLH7pwvNtthtsToDVJRIF"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v3/news.php?id=332670"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's good. But I am still skeptical about the efficiency, capability and ability of the NS instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is -- why in the national service programme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'll give them a fair chance but I am doubtful that they can pull this one off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2139924951906902253?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2139924951906902253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2139924951906902253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2139924951906902253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2139924951906902253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-education-for-young-malaysians.html' title='Sex Education For Young Malaysians...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/SC1b5ZTmgPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HmYNBFjNG18/s72-c/sex+education.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5567427520370505683</id><published>2008-05-03T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T02:39:04.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Time To Discard Your "Best Friend"(s)...</title><content type='html'>I know that diamonds are not my best friends since I'm not particularly crazy about these stones. But I know that they are for many women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are usually given as presents from one's boyfriend, husband or partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the relationship breaks up, I suppose those precious stones don't mean nothing no more, huh? It's really over when the stones are "out the window", eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's why -- except for that ONE rock given by Antonio -- I don't have no precious memory in no precious stone. I buy my own, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting article, "When Diamonds Become Girls' Worst Friends" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS ANGELES (Reuters) -  Diamonds may be forever. But what's a girl to do when she gets dumped or divorced and those rings, necklaces and love gifts lose their emotional sparkle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help is just a click away on new Web sites that provide an outlet for selling jewelry from past &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1209783833_0"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;, sharing break-up stories and helping broken hearts heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You go through a divorce. What do you do with that ring? Maybe you have a child you can pass it on to. Maybe you don't. It just sits there," said Marie Perry, who with her stepdaughter Megahn Perry runs &lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/nm/lf_nm_life/storytext/exjewelry_dc/27322641/SIG=113rfadtu/*http://www.exboyfriendjewelry.com"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1209783833_1"&gt;www.exboyfriendjewelry.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We wanted to create a platform in the community where people can get in contact with others with similar needs," Perry told Reuters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20080502/lf_nm_life/exjewelry_dc"&gt;more.......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5567427520370505683?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5567427520370505683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5567427520370505683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5567427520370505683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5567427520370505683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-its-time-to-discard-your-best.html' title='When It&apos;s Time To Discard Your &quot;Best Friend&quot;(s)...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7799096739165530483</id><published>2008-04-24T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:08:43.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Widespread Baby-Selling In Vietnam?</title><content type='html'>True or an exaggeration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Associated Press, weaknesses in Vietnam's&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1209091667_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adoption system has allowed corruption, fraud and baby-selling to flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP, in a nine-page document describes brokers scouring villages for babies, hospitals selling infants whose mothers cannot pay their bills, and a grandmother giving away her grandchild — without telling the child's mother.&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1209091667_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full story&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080425/ap_on_re_as/vietnam_adoptions"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7799096739165530483?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7799096739165530483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7799096739165530483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7799096739165530483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7799096739165530483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/04/widespread-baby-selling-in-vietnam.html' title='Widespread Baby-Selling In Vietnam?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8847332990498915208</id><published>2008-04-06T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:33:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd not be touching on post-elections chatter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the headlines today caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime Minister Pak Lah is blaming Umno saboteurs for the Barisan Nasional's humiliating performance in the general election! ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the matter with him? What an idiot! Did someone make him say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been mistaken when I heard him say that he was listening to the voices of the people! That he'd try to right whatever that was wrong that caused the rakyat to despise the Barisan Nasional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we all been had by this poor excuse of a leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic! He's going to go down so hard, he wouldn't know what hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...go to sleep, Pak Lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8847332990498915208?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8847332990498915208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8847332990498915208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8847332990498915208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8847332990498915208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3621141763876194679</id><published>2008-03-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:36:29.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Affair....</title><content type='html'>I don't know how some people do it but for me, it will be so difficult to regain trust and intimacy after finding out that my partner had an affair. Infidelity would most certainly mar our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, recent statistics in Australia have shown that young people are cheating on their significant others in record rates.&lt;br /&gt;A recent survey performed in Australia has found that one-third of people aged 18 to 25 have cheated on their romantic partners. &lt;p&gt;I don't know how to handle the relationship after this type of heartbreak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rant and rave? Keep to myself? Kill him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or be like Cheryl Cole, singer of British pop group, Girls Aloud, who was said to have taken back her cheating husband on one condition: No sex for six months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm....dunno whether that will work. No intimacy when that's what we need most aint gonna work, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love expert Dr Laura Berman has offered some better techniques for repairing after the affair? I am quoting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The truth must come out&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Whether it is a cyber affair or a relationship with a co-worker, straying partners need to come clean about the entirety of their extramarital relationships. In the case of Cheryl and Ashley, he allegedly cheated on her with three different women. If this hits close to home, take the safe road and fess up to your affairs completely. Whether or not your partner will forgive you is up in the air -- but at least the truth will finally be out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Avoid gory details.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;While it is crucial to be honest with your partner, try to avoid being too graphic or explicit with the details. Yes, your partner needs to know that you cheated on him with the next-door neighbor, but he doesn't need to know minute details about the sack sessions. Your partner will already be replaying the possible scenes in his head -- the last thing he needs is extra details to fill in the blanks of his worst nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Limit the amount of outbursts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;When couples encounter infidelity in their relationships, the betrayed partner often has a free-for-all in which their anger and pain is unleashed upon the guilty partner daily. While the guilty partner certainly deserves some of this feedback, couples should be careful to avoid a situation in which the infidelity becomes bigger than the relationship itself. The betrayed partner should limit their grievances and lashing out to 10 minutes, and then agree to let the matter lie for the rest of the day. Thus, the guilty partner will not feel constantly attacked and the betrayed partner will not wallow in pain every minute of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Discover why the cheating occurred&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Infidelity can occur for many reasons, but perhaps the most common reason is a need to feel special, loved, and attractive. Don't get me wrong, there is no excuse for cheating. But if someone is cheating, it often suggests deeper problems within the relationship. Discovering these reasons, either with or without a couples' therapist, is a necessary first step on the road to healing a broken relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as both members of the couple are committed to improving the relationship and weathering the storm, repairing after an affair is possible. As the Bard once said, "the course of true love never did run smooth," so perhaps this scary bout with infidelity will only serve as a road bump on you and your partner's path to happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Laura, dahling.....easy for you to say!  But thanks, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3621141763876194679?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3621141763876194679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3621141763876194679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3621141763876194679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3621141763876194679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-affair.html' title='After The Affair....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4088258500302916887</id><published>2008-03-25T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:58:29.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Fanatics!</title><content type='html'>Isn't Facebook Fenomenal? It's a totally new world that Facebook has introduced to millions of netizens across the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, with this amazing product are little problems here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SAN FRANCISCO - A security lapse made it possible for unwelcome strangers to peruse personal photos posted on &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1206407266_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; Inc.'s popular online hangout, circumventing a recent upgrade to the Web site's privacy controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Associated Press verified the loophole Monday after receiving a tip from a Byron Ng, a Vancouver, Canada computer technician. Ng began looking for security weaknesses last week after Facebook unveiled more ways for 67 million members to restrict access to their personal profiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the added protections weren't enough to prevent Ng from pulling up the most recent pictures posted by Facebook members and their friends, even if the privacy settings were set to restrict the audience to a select few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After being alerted Monday afternoon, Facebook spokeswoman Brandee Barker said the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; background-color: rgb(220, 238, 255);" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1206407266_1"&gt;Palo Alto&lt;/span&gt;-based company fixed the bug within an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We take privacy very seriously and continue to make enhancements to the site," she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The latest lapse serves as another reminder of the perils of sharing sensitive photos and personal information online, even when Web sites pledge to shield the information from prying eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ful&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080325/ap_on_hi_te/facebook_public_photos;_ylt=As.hodRUUvTqA3SgH8UgnHEDW7oF"&gt;l story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4088258500302916887?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4088258500302916887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4088258500302916887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4088258500302916887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4088258500302916887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/facebook-fanatics.html' title='Facebook Fanatics!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7684690715334184261</id><published>2008-03-11T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:22:58.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Antonio!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my darling....did you have to lie over something so small?&lt;br /&gt;I know you were in touch with this woman who is really not someone I'd be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;I know because she told me. And you had to lie...&lt;br /&gt;Why? Were you so afraid that I'd be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;Or, you had plans to....take her to bed?&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed, my darling Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;And I am so sorry that you are such a ball-less liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been giving you some room...now I really cannot trust you. You are not worthy of my love, my trust and my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you casually....and with a straight face (though I could not see as we were on the phone but I'd imagine you wearing that straight face, unflinching). you said "no...". No, you had not been in touch with this woman and made a swift change of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you know that I would have already been in contact with her and she had told me that she had been in touch with you about her "working visit" to Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;You dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an asshole, Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been an asshole and a liar, my darling Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you denied your liaison with that (younger) woman in 2004 -- 2005.&lt;br /&gt;You were carrying on, flirting in your email with her.&lt;br /&gt;You so wanted to know how I knew. Did that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Someone showed me your little indiscretion -- you know those email exchanges.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of hers who happens to know me well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied about her then, and you lied about this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies...here's a piece of advice.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever ask your husband/lover if they had ever slept with anyone else or had ever been unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;They will NEVER EVER tell you the truth. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can stomache the truth or just for the heck of it to satisfy your suspicion, do your own little investigation, like me.&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky, most times, the information comes to me by chance. Always, a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found out many little things about Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;He can't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I even know where he does what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Antonio. What an assshole you are!&lt;br /&gt;Now I can never  ever trust you. And that's not good, for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7684690715334184261?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7684690715334184261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7684690715334184261' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7684690715334184261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7684690715334184261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-antonio.html' title='Oh Antonio!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-660666294363312301</id><published>2008-03-11T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T06:04:38.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE!</title><content type='html'>I managed to vote on Saturday March 8 in KL and then I had to fly off somewhere far.&lt;br /&gt;I was so anxious to know the results.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I arrived, and after I checked into the hotel, I surfed the net and tried to log on to MalaysiaToday and Malaysiakini.&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! it was tough. Couldn't wait. So impatient.&lt;br /&gt;Made some calls and was told the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNBELIEVABLE!&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was responsible (and a few thousands of us) for the Opposition's victory in my constituency. And where I live, that's a strong Barisan Nasional territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no political analyst but I think the message is so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the political calculation that "the BN will win anyway, so let's juts give a few votes to the Opposition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a TSUNAMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the new state governments should learn from the mistakes of the arrogant BN government!&lt;br /&gt;So, make no mistake, the people are watching your every move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-660666294363312301?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/660666294363312301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=660666294363312301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/660666294363312301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/660666294363312301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/unbelievable.html' title='UNBELIEVABLE!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-120041327058743933</id><published>2008-03-01T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T11:10:15.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Fool Me!</title><content type='html'>How dare you assume that I am so stupid as to believe all the cliched propoganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'd be gambling my future if I vote for the Opposition. Or that only the Barisan Nasional can ensure prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-120041327058743933?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/120041327058743933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=120041327058743933' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/120041327058743933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/120041327058743933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-cant-fool-me.html' title='You Can&apos;t Fool Me!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1424721996873972100</id><published>2008-02-26T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:20:12.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Mean Nobody Ever Told</title><content type='html'>the Prime Minister that his son-in-law is his biggest liability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean he has to be told that it's not on to have your son-in-law drop your name everywhere to get ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those ECM Libra shares. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid is as stupid does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1424721996873972100?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1424721996873972100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1424721996873972100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1424721996873972100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1424721996873972100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-mean-nobody-evert-told.html' title='You Mean Nobody Ever Told'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6022837240389425131</id><published>2008-02-18T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:46:07.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't Gonna Be Duped No More....</title><content type='html'>That was what my cousin told me last night.&lt;br /&gt;She voted for the Barisan Nasional in the last general election because she thought that the government would continue improving the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How wrong I was," she lamented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that in the last four years, all that had been announced were mega projects which went to a few people close to the PM.&lt;br /&gt;Trickling-down, spill-over effect? A load of sh**!&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not down to the rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this KJ factor.&lt;br /&gt;Is the PM's son-in-law a very influential figure in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You betcha, my cousin said. She knows this for a fact.&lt;br /&gt;But it is just too tedious to relate it in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I voted for the BN not to have the business of the government to be run by a wet-behind-the-ears boy and his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;"Not to have the PM gallivanting around the globe.&lt;br /&gt;"It is a betrayal of the highest order. And I will not have that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she didn't say that she was going to vote for the Opposition but she said that she ain't no sucker no more.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6022837240389425131?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6022837240389425131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6022837240389425131' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6022837240389425131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6022837240389425131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/aint-gonna-be-duped-no-more.html' title='Ain&apos;t Gonna Be Duped No More....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6370454446755846022</id><published>2008-02-12T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:13:52.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow The Pedo Link...</title><content type='html'>I read in the blogs that a 25 year-old Malaysian pilot was convicted and fined in an Adelaide Court on Friday for storing 3 video files of CHILD or KIDDIE PORN in his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Said, married and a father of 2, claimed innocence. What else? Was he going to say, yes yes, they were mine and I love watching kiddie porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said those files were e-mailed to him.&lt;br /&gt;So...why did you still have them stored, you pervert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember Nurin Jazlin? Don't you remember Nini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not feel their pain? Our pain, you disgusting piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole country was never the same again after Nurin was found dead and brutalised. And you have kiddie porn in your laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAH! Off with your head! And I mean your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad's wife is expecting their third child. Oh...mercy mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SEE A LINK BETWEEN HIS VIDEO FILES AND NURIN AS WELL AS OUR MISSING KIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I maybe over-reacting. But, what have we got to lose if we check this guy out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police should be on his trail. I'd be bloody surprised if they don't.&lt;br /&gt;It should be uppermost in their minds that there is a possible link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five year-old Sharlinie (Nini) has been missing for far too long.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the police will NOT GET OFF HIS BACK....even if his father is a big shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HOPE HE GETS THE SACK from his employer, Malaysia Airlines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6370454446755846022?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6370454446755846022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6370454446755846022' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6370454446755846022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6370454446755846022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/follow-pedo-link.html' title='Follow The Pedo Link...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7859299603450697637</id><published>2008-02-09T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T19:12:54.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Right Road to Take?</title><content type='html'>I'm hardly a political person. Never thought much about politics because I'm a very contented person.&lt;br /&gt;Rightly or wrongly, our controversial former Prime Minister Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamed had brought so much to the country.&lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed the fruits of his labour.&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds corny for his detractors but really...Malaysia was so NOT known two decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;When he became PM, we were known.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we were also known for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;As I have said, I'm hardly political. But, I seem to be so drawn to the political development in the country.&lt;br /&gt;And I've come to realise that politics seep into everything we do. Our bread and butter.&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight for the judiciary. Let the judges fight for that. Ok ok, the lawyers too.&lt;br /&gt;(Frankly, I believe that if it is about justice, it is about the judges. And if they are not corrupt, then everything's ok.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...having said that. I think I will vote in the election.&lt;br /&gt;I am a registered voter but I have never exercised my right.&lt;br /&gt;This time Il most certainly will.&lt;br /&gt;Because I see terrible things around me. I see greedy people who are taking things for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am a realist for I do not see any dramatic change taking place even if I do not vote for those ugly representatives of the greedy and arrogant national coalition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government elected will still be the one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, every vote counts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7859299603450697637?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7859299603450697637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7859299603450697637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7859299603450697637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7859299603450697637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-right-road-to-take.html' title='What&apos;s The Right Road to Take?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4881932231001807717</id><published>2008-02-05T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:14:31.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Asian Blondes..</title><content type='html'>I don't get it. Why do you need to colour your hair BLONDE and wear the skimpiest top and the tightest pants just because you have a Mat Salleh on your arm?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of a people-watcher so I do notice things.&lt;br /&gt;I was at Bangsar Village having lunch at Bakerzine with Antonio and I saw, no fewer than eight mixed couples -- all Mat Salleh GUYs with either a Malay or Indian partner/wife.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm all for mixed marriages or mixed relationships. Makes for a better world, I always say.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't complaining. Just an observation -- the Mat Salleh guys would be themselves, of course. Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;But their Asian girlfriend or wife would most certainly have blonde or light brunette coloured hair and would be wearing -- well, they might as well not be wearing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. That is so exaggerated. But really, these silly women more often than not, would be in very skimpy tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That used to baffle me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I lied.&lt;br /&gt;I do get it.&lt;br /&gt;I do know why these silly women have undergone such a make-over to make them look closer to their partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to re-assure their Mat Salleh partner that they're going with HIS flow. That they do want to be a Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;Like as though saying : sorry, darling for my flat nose but that makes me oh-so exotic, don't it and that's why you fell in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;Or sorry, for my dusky skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can repair that flat nose. Perhaps even lighten your skin.&lt;br /&gt;Better -- dye that hair of yours so you can really look like a Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;At least from the back.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I did a little research. It's not conclusive but it has kinda explained to me why these women would want to look more Mat Salleh than a Mat Salleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. They try so hard, it's pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that it's like this.&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, these girls are not from well-to-do families so when they've snared a Mat Salleh, they're not about to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;You know, the promise of a better life....&lt;br /&gt;So -- they'll do all it takes to keep their Orang Putih love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is a generalisation.&lt;br /&gt;There are very independent and secure women who have fallen in love with foreigners (read:Mat Salleh).&lt;br /&gt;But strange, these women (some of whom I know personally), don't try to be any different than they were before they met their partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other women not like them -- all that it takes. All that it takes to keep their man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4881932231001807717?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4881932231001807717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4881932231001807717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4881932231001807717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4881932231001807717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-asian-blondes.html' title='Oh, The Asian Blondes..'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6318725964642658200</id><published>2008-02-05T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:06:45.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Not Give Up...</title><content type='html'>Poor little Sharlinie.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you're safe, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find you.&lt;br /&gt;The angels are your companion, did you know that, honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuraina has Sharlinie in her prayers. Click Jalan Sudin &lt;a href="http://nursamad.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-and-prayers.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6318725964642658200?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6318725964642658200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6318725964642658200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6318725964642658200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6318725964642658200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-not-give-up.html' title='Let&apos;s Not Give Up...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2633346586614637962</id><published>2008-01-29T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T02:46:58.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OnceThere Was a Little Baby....</title><content type='html'>Read this. I'm so sick already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;DAYTON, Ohio (AP)&lt;/b&gt; -- Jury selection began Monday in the trial of a woman accused of killing her 1-month-old daughter by burning the child in a microwave oven.&lt;br /&gt;If convicted of aggravated murder, China Arnold, 27, could face the death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;Investigators believe Arnold killed 1-month-old Paris Talley by putting her in a microwave at her home.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold's attorneys argue she had nothing to do with the baby's death in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Coroner's officials have said the baby suffered high-heat internal injuries and had no external burns.&lt;br /&gt;They have ruled out scalding water, open flame or other possible causes of death that could have damaged the skin.&lt;br /&gt;Defense attorney Jon Paul Rion has said Arnold had nothing to do with her daughter's death and was stunned when investigators told her that a microwave might have been involved. Arnold took the baby to the hospital after finding her unconscious and does not know how she died, Rion said.&lt;br /&gt;During a pretrial hearing in July, police Detective Michael Galbraith said Arnold told him she arrived home in the early morning hours after drinking, fell asleep and was awakened at 2:30 a.m. by the baby's crying.&lt;br /&gt;She said she warmed a bottle in the microwave oven, tried to give it to the baby, changed the child's diaper and then fell asleep on the couch with the baby on her chest.&lt;br /&gt;Arnold said she and her children were the only ones in the apartment until her boyfriend arrived several hours later and noticed something was wrong with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;Galbraith said Arnold told him: "If I hadn't gotten so drunk, I guess my baby wouldn't have died."&lt;br /&gt;When cross-examined by Rion, Galbraith acknowledged that Arnold told him she did not know how the baby suffered the burns and that she had nothing to do with it that she could recall.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, defense witness Robert Belloto, a staff pharmacist at Good Samaritan Hospital, testified he does not believe it would have been possible for Arnold to place the baby in the microwave because the woman was so intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;Belloto said Arnold told him she had consumed about 40 percent of a pint of high-proof rum in 90 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;But he acknowledged that he had no other corroboration for her claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is innocent until proven guilty. But....the poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2633346586614637962?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2633346586614637962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2633346586614637962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2633346586614637962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2633346586614637962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/01/oncethere-was-little-baby.html' title='OnceThere Was a Little Baby....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-9135068873113616247</id><published>2008-01-21T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:24:12.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Sharlinie</title><content type='html'>I've been a self-centred slut lately. Only thinking of and about myself and my needs.&lt;br /&gt;There's a missing little girl out there, for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Five year-ol Sharlinie Mohd Nashar or Nini has been in the news since day one of her disappearance. That was on January 9.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is really good that action had been swift to locate her from the start. So far removed from how Nurin Jazlin's disappearance was treated last year.&lt;br /&gt;I do think a lot about how Nurin could have been saved if we had applied the same strategy. Still....we have not found Nini. So, there's no telling what or when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my part, I've been a lot more busy-bodyish. I've been looking over my shoulder. Over other people's shoulders. Listening into conversations of people at the next table in case they're discussing a certain little girl.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking inside cars as I pass them in the supermarket parking area or anywhere. Yeah....as though anyone would keep a little girl in a car while they go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Well...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;I aint taking chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good to see that Nini is still in the news. From what I've been told, it looks like the bloggers' idea of NURIN Alert is underway, though not formally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'll stop bitching about how life sucks or how my sex life could be better. Oh...of how Antonio could love me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, crap, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a frightened little girl somewhere in a not very nice place with very very evil people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To little Sharlinie -- we'll find you, sweetie. We'll find you.&lt;br /&gt;And when we find you........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-9135068873113616247?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/9135068873113616247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=9135068873113616247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/9135068873113616247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/9135068873113616247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/01/searching-for-sharlinie.html' title='Searching for Sharlinie'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5068977275297388135</id><published>2008-01-11T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:15:06.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance Is Really Bliss</title><content type='html'>I have learnt, for a very long time, that this is just so true.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies...what you don't know won't hurt you. So, don't ask questions if you cannot accept the answers.&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you that most times -- rather all the time -- your man will never tell the truth. Either way -- you not being able to bear with the truth or you being lied to with only answers you want to hear -- it's so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never ask your man these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you been faithful/unfaithful to me?&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you slept with another woman?&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you in an intimate relationship with anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you in love with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Why should he? He maybe unfaithful but he is not stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, these questions are often asked when you have that nagging feeling or that sneaking suspicion that your man has been up to no good.&lt;br /&gt;Even in my case when I had proof.&lt;br /&gt;As an example, only recently, my Antonio denied, in his most convincing gentle straight-faced even-toned voice that, no he was not in touch with XXX.&lt;br /&gt;It was a question that arose in a light-hearted conversation about someone. XXX came into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I did not assume an accusing tone. Just a simple question asked in the most casual tone. A swift denial. If I had not known the truth, I would have readily believed.&lt;br /&gt;The point was, I knew the truth. So, was and is Antonio a lying bastard for telling that little white lie?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know his reason but I reckon he didn't want to get into having to elaborate something pretty innocuous and his fear (yes, his fear) that I would badger him for details and get so carried away, it would be disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;The fact was that I know that it was nothing. But he chose the easy way out. Lie.&lt;br /&gt;But why was I sure that he lied?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know they were in touch, though not seriously as in seeing each other. I guess, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;But,  very reliable sources told me that, yes they were.  No details.&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing through SMSes.&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter how? They were in touch!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I have questions. But, never mind. I choose to put all that aside.&lt;br /&gt;But it keeps me wondering.....how far will he go this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to my point that you should not ask questions about your man's "other" life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, men are good liars.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't ask them questions for which you'll get lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy! And trust me...ignorance is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5068977275297388135?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5068977275297388135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5068977275297388135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5068977275297388135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5068977275297388135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ignorance-is-bliss.html' title='Ignorance Is Really Bliss'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4527973103882177545</id><published>2008-01-02T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:23:38.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R3tYESZEh-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/l87ajcVsruA/s1600-h/happy+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R3tYESZEh-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/l87ajcVsruA/s400/happy+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150807429508007906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this year will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4527973103882177545?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4527973103882177545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4527973103882177545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4527973103882177545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4527973103882177545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2008/01/aaah.html' title=''/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R3tYESZEh-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/l87ajcVsruA/s72-c/happy+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5799608495524412599</id><published>2007-11-29T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:49:28.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0-IQFiagBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mT-0b61I8ng/s1600-R/intim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0-IQFiagBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RfMG1cUVNqI/s400/intim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138475509798830098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me....would you allow your spouse or partner to have a very close...closer than close....relationship with someone of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know...so close that he never ever tells you what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;They're so close that you can't be blamed for thinking they've had sex.&lt;br /&gt;And then, you start suspecting that they've had sex. That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;And then you imagine that they really must have had sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonky imagination. Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5799608495524412599?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5799608495524412599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5799608495524412599' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5799608495524412599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5799608495524412599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-that-love.html' title='All That Love....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0-IQFiagBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RfMG1cUVNqI/s72-c/intim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7399573924869486894</id><published>2007-11-19T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:14:47.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Prince Charming andTell Tale Signs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0FjvViagAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CDIuiGz2OKQ/s1600-h/prince-charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0FjvViagAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CDIuiGz2OKQ/s400/prince-charming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134494715065565186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told the other day that if I were looking for my Prince Charming, then I should be attentive and detect tell tale signs of his hidden characters or personality.&lt;br /&gt;You know, some things will not be known to you until you get to know him better by which time it is too late. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems, according to an expert whose name I forget --- one of the things you need to observe is how the man of your dreams talk to a third person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like this. When he talks to, say, a waiter or waitress...is he curt, rude and obnoxious to&lt;br /&gt;that person?&lt;br /&gt;Now, if he is, then, chances are he will be that way to you.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Experts don't make sweeping generalisations. And I reckon, this expert whose name I forget is a well-known expert in the science of behaviour and love.&lt;br /&gt;She knows what she's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reflecting.&lt;br /&gt;It does seem to hold a lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;Take Antonio, as a case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never been mean to me, in the way he speaks to me. He is always polite to waiters, jaga kereta boys....you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When waiters are slow or take the wrong orders, he never gets irritated. He is usually so calm and composed and patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, girls....watch and observe when you think you've got your Prince Charming.  He may turn out to be an ugly old toad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7399573924869486894?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7399573924869486894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7399573924869486894' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7399573924869486894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7399573924869486894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-prince-charming-andtell-tale-signs.html' title='Your Prince Charming andTell Tale Signs...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/R0FjvViagAI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CDIuiGz2OKQ/s72-c/prince-charming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3421583602238899050</id><published>2007-11-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:58:20.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Danger of Loving....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RzaTvH_-cAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5oeW1zvTCdU/s1600-h/hindi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RzaTvH_-cAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5oeW1zvTCdU/s400/hindi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131451263245774850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch Hindi films. I have nothing against them and I am not deriding them.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I try to avoid watching them because they are addictive and incredibly magnetic.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Hindi films bring you to a subliminal level where you make-believe that you are living in a planet inhabited by beautiful people.&lt;br /&gt;The combination of ingredients in Hindi movies is lethal, lending to the characteristc high drama -- good-looking screen heroes/heroines, tear-jerking-heart-wrenching plot with yoyo climaxes and several sub-plots, composition of rich and poor/wealth and poverty elements, mesmerising music plus dancing, and amazing cinematography bordering on fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while visiting my friend the other day, the TV was on and guess what? A Hindi movie was playing.&lt;br /&gt;I shuddered.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to look away. To look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;But, as you and I know, Hindi movies are potent in its appeal. And at that point of time, I must admit, I was willing to be devoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. How could I look away. ooh... what a hunk of a hero and, ooh... what a hunk of a crook. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;And when they showed the leading lady or heroine....my heart stopped. What a beauty. So ethereal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what I mean?  You get hypnotised. And I always tell myself that I am never gonna go that way! You know, becoming a Hindi movie junkie.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most sane and sensible people I know have turned over, and never ever able to turn or look back.&lt;br /&gt;It is crazy, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got from a dialogue. What a gem....&lt;br /&gt;A woman attending her girlfriend's wedding. And this girlfriend of hers is marrying someone she does not love. She left the love-of-her-life (a hunk of a guy, I swear) because of a stupid misunderstanding. A little misplaced and unsubstantiated mistrust ( from what I could gather...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was sad on her wedding day when she realised the folly of her action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend told the bride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must not love anyone too much, too deeply.... that a little misunderstanding between you both can be so misconstrued to be an unforgivable act of betrayal..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mouth was agape.&lt;br /&gt;Was that a pearl of wisdom or whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;I felt as though someone had slapped or pinched me, knocked my head even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, lady.&lt;br /&gt;Too much love can really go awry.&lt;br /&gt;Too much love really blinds you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much, Way too much.&lt;br /&gt;Pain. Ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love. Love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3421583602238899050?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3421583602238899050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3421583602238899050' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3421583602238899050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3421583602238899050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/11/danger-of-loving.html' title='The Danger of Loving....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RzaTvH_-cAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5oeW1zvTCdU/s72-c/hindi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8992137979780158173</id><published>2007-11-09T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:36:40.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang Those Selfish and Idiotic Motorists....</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the world's most patient driver. When you're driving in Malaysia, you either have to be very patient or you have to join the sport.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be a little of both because that's the smartest position to take.&lt;br /&gt;If you're too patient, the stress will eventually take its toll on you and, trust me, people, you're gonna go down with a slump.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're as crazy as the next driver, trust me here too, you're gonna go down with a crash.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;The middle clever road.&lt;br /&gt;Not easy in the beginning but once you've got the hang of it....a breeze and it will get you out of very sticky and tricky situations.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am so digressing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I am not the world's best...most patient.... most considerate.... driver. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if I tell you here that I do hate it when people break the traffic signages and directions because they just want to and because they can and because they are so *#@*&amp;amp;** inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take Ikea/Ikano centre.&lt;br /&gt;We all like to go to Ikea for the friendly place that it is. The entire place is conducive. The kids love it too!&lt;br /&gt;People-friendly, I always say.&lt;br /&gt;And the parking areas are great. Wide and open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are clear "arrows" to make life all that more convenient for motorists -- that's you and I -- looking for parking bays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lanes for you to enter and exit. Clear signs to guide you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unless you are an imbecile, an illiterate neanderthal or a wretched inconsiderate nimcompoop, you would unhesitantly go your own merry way so you could get that vacant spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason for all the arrows and signs. Do you want to know?&lt;br /&gt;So that we all won't get jammed up in a chaotic chock-a-block in the parking area. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if everyone decide to enter and exit any which way they want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if it is very quiet morning with hardly any motorcars in sight, you may be tempted to just take that short cut because nobody's around and no one's gonna get hurt. Still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the security guards At IKEA/IKANO would be more tough. I know one day, someone's gonna get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. Don't we love the Ikea Restaurant? Reminds you of a typical self-service restaurant in Sweden or even, Switzerland, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the prices are not bad, for the offerings on the menu. Right?&lt;br /&gt;And they tell you why they can give you good proices of great food.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Like, they request that you stash away YOUR OWN TRAY!&lt;br /&gt;People.... why is it that when you overseas, you can stash away your own tray, follow the traffic obediently? Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;And when you are in YOUR OWN COUNTRY, you screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched and I have seen well-dressed and well-heeled Malaysians at the Ikea Restaurant, leaving their trays on the table. Just like that. Without a care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, let's not get started at McDonalds, Burger King, A&amp;amp;W...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... you didn't know that you are supposed to dump the remains into the bin and stash the tray away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...if you did that, there won't be menial jobs for Malaysian school-leavers?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, if we all do our part, maybe we don't have to depend of foreign labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I can say is -- typical of Malaysians! And they complain about other Malaysians being "so Malaysian, break rules, so inconsiderate and all that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8992137979780158173?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8992137979780158173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8992137979780158173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8992137979780158173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8992137979780158173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/11/dang-those-selfish-and-idiotic.html' title='Dang Those Selfish and Idiotic Motorists....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-431743039971158887</id><published>2007-10-31T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:18:13.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dato Lato Mato Bato.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RylhjZVt99I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/coE1LRQbsSE/s1600-h/knights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RylhjZVt99I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/coE1LRQbsSE/s400/knights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127736911463315410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take for one to be made a Dato in this country?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cannot answer my own question because I am not qualified to do so but if I were to make my own substantiated assessment, I'd say either nothing OR a lot of dough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for sounding so pathetically cynical, accusing even,  but someone I know had just been made a Dato.&lt;br /&gt;It was so utterly shocking. My gardener might as well be a recipient!&lt;br /&gt;What had this someone done to EARN him a datoship?&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why I'm saying that a lot of dough can get you a state award because I am shamelessly very suspicious of the circumstances leading to his receiving the title and award.&lt;br /&gt;Highly suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a brunt of all jokes, this datoship awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought one had to have contributed SOMETHING to the state (if it was from the Sultan) or the country (if it was from the Agong). I mean, that's my understanding since time immemorial.&lt;br /&gt;I know that civil servants and military or armed forces personnel in key senior positions will eventually be awarded datoship.&lt;br /&gt;Moving along the nation's progress, business tycoons had been nominated to receive awards and titles.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this was inevitable as some of them have helped develop the country.&lt;br /&gt;And then you have "outstanding" sportsmen and women being made Dato.&lt;br /&gt;I think we can win some points in arguing that some of them were undeserving. I shan't mention names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, those who successfully climbed the highest mountain, crossed the seven seas and the English Channel.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the selection process, in recent years, to have degenerated.&lt;br /&gt;The criteria seem to be careless because you get **&amp;amp;#@ people   being made a Dato, it is so shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the honour? Why have they belittled the title and the award?&lt;br /&gt;Young punks who have contributed zilch to the country but on the strength of their service and servitude to powerful politicians are getting to be called Dato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even touched on the crooks and the crooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am I glad YOU are not a Dato! You'll find yourself in BAD company.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-431743039971158887?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/431743039971158887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=431743039971158887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/431743039971158887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/431743039971158887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/10/dato-lato-mato-bato.html' title='Dato Lato Mato Bato.....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RylhjZVt99I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/coE1LRQbsSE/s72-c/knights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5996434012318665338</id><published>2007-10-23T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:24:45.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Him Squirrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rx3z7xPgf6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z2-6LAVhfKQ/s1600-h/squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rx3z7xPgf6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z2-6LAVhfKQ/s400/squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124520159173705634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens! It's been more than a month since I last posted anything in this blog. If you must know I have been away on holiday. A luxurious holiday where the day is always bright and beautiful - not necessarily hot. Wish you were here!&lt;br /&gt;I was, of course, with Antonio. If you don't know, Antonio is the love of my bittersweet  life. &lt;br /&gt;We've been together oh-so-long. There's the bitter, and there's the sweet. Nver in that order, of course.&lt;br /&gt;So, there we were in one of the most romantic places in the world. And we would be crazy not to have a great time (together) at a great place.&lt;br /&gt;And he behaved. Oh! What am I saying. Of course, he would.&lt;br /&gt;I returned home a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Got over my jetlag. Pampered myself at a spa.&lt;br /&gt;After that, called up a couple of girlfriends for an update of everybody's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the people I called up was my pal, Selena who is a vivacious, attractive single mother, involved with a married man who is a father of three.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid is she?&lt;br /&gt;You know, she is not stupid at all. She is intelligent. But well, yes, so she is so stupid to be involved with this SOB for the past 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when she talks about him, she makes him sound like some hunk who was made-in-heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selena could and can have anyone she wants. But she is so stupid that she has been so stupidly faithful to this SOB.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I told her so. I told her to leave the SOB who's been nothing but a pain to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. She doesn't think so at all. The SOB whom we shall call Romeo, may seem to be a pain to her in my eyes but he isn't at all, she avers.&lt;br /&gt;She, Selena, is the love of Romeo's life.&lt;br /&gt;Like hell, she is.&lt;br /&gt;So why is he still married, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a quick update on Selena and she tells me that she does not trust Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding, right? You trust that bastard all this while even though he is still f----ing married and had another child with his wife while declaring his undying love for you.&lt;br /&gt;You need to have your head and heart examined, girl!" I said to Selena, over the phone the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happened was, that SOB Romeo has been doing little "innocent" things behind her back.&lt;br /&gt;God! Doesn't that sound familiar.&lt;br /&gt;They're not innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not as bad as when she found about his little fling with this car salesgirl. Exchanging little come-on text messages and emails.&lt;br /&gt;She saw those text messages and emails which were forwarded by this girl to another person whom Selena knows.&lt;br /&gt;I told her to leave him. Much like what I was told when Antonio had his little escapades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, SOB Romeo, I found out, is a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;Selena tells me there is a Malay saying about how nobody can be that smart to get away with deception and lies.&lt;br /&gt;Literally, it says that no matter how smart a squirrel is in jumping and climbing, that animal will eventually fall down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Not so clever, after all, you little cheating squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Selena leaving that SOB of a squirrel?&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...maybe. He may not be worth my love, you know.."&lt;br /&gt;Now, you're talking, sista! Now you're talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5996434012318665338?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5996434012318665338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5996434012318665338' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5996434012318665338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5996434012318665338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/10/call-them-squirrels.html' title='Call Him Squirrel'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rx3z7xPgf6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/z2-6LAVhfKQ/s72-c/squirrel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6273766249924377603</id><published>2007-09-29T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:12:08.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Trust Your Best Friend...With Your Husband?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. Here's a tough one. I know I'm not naive. But sometimes you just wanna believe. You just wanna believe that bad things don't happen. That shit don't happen. That best friends don't betray one another like having an affair with the other's husband or lover or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;I know they do. I've seen it and I don't like it. I think when your best friend has an affair with your husband (or whatever), you have a damn good reason to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;Because, there is a clear line there which forbids such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;However, the reality is that when people fall in love, they just fall in love. And it can be with your husband.&lt;br /&gt;No, no.... my best friend is not getting laid by Anthonio. No no, anthonio aint humping her.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I don't have a best friend. Should I thank God for that? Such small mercies...&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I recently met an old friend at a party. Lost touch with her. It's been some 30 years. Didn't know she was divorced. So, didn't know she remarried.&lt;br /&gt;Now get this... I've been rambling about best GIRL friends, right?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... my old friend dumped her husband and married HIS best friend.&lt;br /&gt;For a good 20 seconds, I stood there with my jaw dropped six feet to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, guys. I should have made it clear from the start. But hey, I am as shocked as you.&lt;br /&gt;You are shocked, aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what, that kept me thinking. And thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, , at least I know that it is not always a man's world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6273766249924377603?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6273766249924377603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6273766249924377603' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6273766249924377603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6273766249924377603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-trust-your-best-friendwith-your.html' title='Can You Trust Your Best Friend...With Your Husband?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8427773329053076410</id><published>2007-09-21T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T03:54:05.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back My Safe World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RvRq6xPgf5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JAK0gGxK1tM/s1600-h/monet.wl-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RvRq6xPgf5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JAK0gGxK1tM/s400/monet.wl-green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112829034855694226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weep for our kids today as I have been for little Nurin Jazlin who died in the hands of a maniac. A beast. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;Her death was senseless.&lt;br /&gt;And the beast is still out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be a time when kids could walk around their neighbourhood without fear of being abducted. Without fear.&lt;br /&gt;Today, the fear is tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, bring back my safe world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8427773329053076410?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8427773329053076410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8427773329053076410' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8427773329053076410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8427773329053076410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/bring-back-my-safe-world.html' title='Bring Back My Safe World'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RvRq6xPgf5I/AAAAAAAAAEA/JAK0gGxK1tM/s72-c/monet.wl-green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2118790765306977007</id><published>2007-09-14T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:38:10.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get More By Doing Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RurGvXNiPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/WhMZDMobbIU/s1600-h/Keep+fit+exerciser.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RurGvXNiPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/WhMZDMobbIU/s320/Keep+fit+exerciser.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110115244192185762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, once in a while you read &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/better-in-2007/strut-your-stuff/sys2/9/get-more-by-doing-less"&gt;something &lt;/a&gt;about keeping fit that makes you think that  "it makes perfect sense".&lt;br /&gt;You've been getting that heavy dose of advice on how much exercise to do that will break down that darn fat in you body and the protein and good carbs to consume to keep that darn fat away that a simple sensible advice on how to be fit and healthy without any hint of torture, sounds so so heaven-sent! I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I do not subscribe to any exercise or diet regime.&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, I have developed my own system, as it were. Because I know my body and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. That doesn't mean that I dismiss all that has been written about the subject. It's from reading the expert views that I decided that I should modify and adopt my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I don't diet. Never have and never will.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't overdo eating. And I don't over-exercise either.  I do a lot of walking, a little aerobics, pilates, cycling and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I shan't ramble. Just read Debbie Rocker's piece which I have highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;She 's very sane and sensible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2118790765306977007?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2118790765306977007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2118790765306977007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2118790765306977007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2118790765306977007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/get-more-by-doing-less.html' title='Get More By Doing Less'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RurGvXNiPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/WhMZDMobbIU/s72-c/Keep+fit+exerciser.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2459084813026176923</id><published>2007-09-12T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T22:51:37.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RujPs3NiPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/RF97hci98zA/s1600-h/ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RujPs3NiPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/RF97hci98zA/s320/ramadan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109562146893741458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text11p"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Strive for Paradise. A small nook within its bliss is better than the whole world ..."&lt;/span&gt; --The Prophet Muhammad (SAW), as reported by Abu Hurairah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of the holy month of Ramadhan when Muslims fast from dawn to dusk and refrain from doing things that could spoil their "ibadah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my Muslim friends a holy and happy Ramadhan!&lt;span class="text11p"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- PUT BULLETED ITEMS HERE!!!!! --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2459084813026176923?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2459084813026176923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2459084813026176923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2459084813026176923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2459084813026176923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/ramadan-mubarak.html' title=''/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RujPs3NiPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/RF97hci98zA/s72-c/ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-3782217196803362057</id><published>2007-09-07T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:41:04.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Early Aint Good No More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RuETdGM88ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/mYuI22awMPA/s1600-h/early_riser.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RuETdGM88ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/mYuI22awMPA/s320/early_riser.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107384843016925586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what they tell me now!&lt;br /&gt;So much for the age-old belief that rising early is good for the health. Apparently, it's not good for the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A new study tells us just that.&lt;br /&gt;What about that adage: "The early bird catches the worm"? It still holds true, literally, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;You'd still catch your worm but you'd be quicker on the road to hypertension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other ancient health remedy or panacea will they find to be bad next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOKYO (AFP) - Generations have praised the wisdom of getting up early in the morning, but a Japanese study says early-risers are actually at a higher risk of developing heart problems.&lt;br /&gt;The study, conducted by researchers from several universities and hospitals in the western Japanese city of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-style: italic;" id="lw_1189082855_0"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, revealed a link between wake-up times and a person's cardiovascular condition.&lt;br /&gt;"Rising early to go to work or exercise might not be beneficial to health, but rather a risk for vascular diseases," said an abstract of the study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study, covering 3,017 healthy adults aged between 23 through 90, found that early risers had a greater risk of heart conditions including hypertension and of having strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the study also noted that early risers were usually older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The study is being presented this week at the World Congress of the World Federation of Sleep Research and Sleep Medicine Societies, being held in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; font-style: italic;" id="lw_1189082855_1"&gt;Cairns, Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A separate study released in June by researchers at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer; font-style: italic;" id="lw_1189082855_2"&gt;University of Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;found that chronic sleep deprivation adds stress to the heart, putting a person at greater risk of cardiovascular disease and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-3782217196803362057?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/3782217196803362057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=3782217196803362057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3782217196803362057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/3782217196803362057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/09/rising-early-aint-good-no-more.html' title='Rising Early Aint Good No More!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RuETdGM88ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/mYuI22awMPA/s72-c/early_riser.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4476293859639115886</id><published>2007-08-26T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T05:51:55.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showing Off the Big Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RtF1nmM88WI/AAAAAAAAADA/TQlPysdIiCw/s1600-h/samoan_web_picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RtF1nmM88WI/AAAAAAAAADA/TQlPysdIiCw/s320/samoan_web_picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102989175917703522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I'm not that young. But after seeing some pregnant young women these past weeks, I am convinced I'm from a distant era, a distant time.&lt;br /&gt;I am so out of whack with the latest trend. Fashion for expectant mothers, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;What is it with young pregnant mums that they have to wear the tightest clothes that hug their belly and the shortest blouse so that they can show off their belly.&lt;br /&gt;I think being pregnant is the most wonderful feeling ever.  Most women are over the moon and want to share their feeling.&lt;br /&gt;But, really, you don't have to be wearing the shortest and tightest t-shirt to show of that big belly -- belly button and all.&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever for?&lt;br /&gt;I can only guess why these young women are doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Because it is trendy?&lt;br /&gt;Because Demi Moore showed all of hers on the cover of Vogue aeons ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I have something to say about being trendy....it makes you a mere follower. Sometimes, so blind. Very blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think these pregnant women should be showing their belly.&lt;br /&gt;I think, without showing off too much, the world can tell that they are pregnant. Unless, of course, they worry that people may think that there is something else inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about being old-fashioned. Or dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo is of a pregnant woman at the beach. She probably has an excuse. Even then...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4476293859639115886?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4476293859639115886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4476293859639115886' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4476293859639115886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4476293859639115886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/showing-off-big-belly.html' title='Showing Off the Big Belly'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RtF1nmM88WI/AAAAAAAAADA/TQlPysdIiCw/s72-c/samoan_web_picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8425340308961159883</id><published>2007-08-18T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T03:41:30.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endangered....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsbMx2M88VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1loEjqowzmk/s1600-h/apes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsbMx2M88VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1loEjqowzmk/s400/apes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099988784779161938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chimpanzees are from a zoo in Sierra Leone where the authorities are ordering people taming chimpanzees in their homes as pets to give them up as part of a drive to save the endangered primates.&lt;br /&gt;Yes...endangered. Endangered primates. Endangered chimpanzees. Endangered monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;Endangered.&lt;br /&gt;(Picture by AFP taken on Wednesday August 15 2007).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8425340308961159883?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8425340308961159883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8425340308961159883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8425340308961159883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8425340308961159883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/endangered.html' title='Endangered....'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsbMx2M88VI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1loEjqowzmk/s72-c/apes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1950088122324456438</id><published>2007-08-13T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T21:17:54.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Country!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsEsV620rrI/AAAAAAAAACw/mZLZOnL3Zpg/s1600-h/paytoplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsEsV620rrI/AAAAAAAAACw/mZLZOnL3Zpg/s320/paytoplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098405008248188594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, I do and I do.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking around me and I am so desperately disillusioned at what I see and what I know.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it was just plain gossip and rumour-mongering. Gradually, I realised that there is a lot of truth in all those things they have been saying about how badly the country is being run.&lt;br /&gt;I mean screw-ups are not anyone's figment of  imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at a certain individual who has got to be so powerful by just being married to the PM's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how people were so upset when it was learnt that the three sons of Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad (then Prime Minister)  were involved in business.&lt;br /&gt;How the foreign media had a field day whacking Dr Mahathir.&lt;br /&gt;I think the campaign against Dr Mahathir was so blistering that it did affect his popularity.&lt;br /&gt;Fastforward today -- I think it is so unbelievable and so unacceptable that this person who is married to the PM's daughter is where he is  today.&lt;br /&gt;I read the Sunday Star article by Joceline Tan and I almost threw up. Actually, a bit of my breakfast got, er, barfed.&lt;br /&gt;What a load of crock and ass-licking crap J Tan's article was.&lt;br /&gt;Umno Youth is made up of ball-lickers and lily-livered cowards whose interest is money and position so that they can make more money and gain higher position.&lt;br /&gt;Umno cannot be representative of the Malays anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone like what-his-name-and-face get himself in such a powerful position?&lt;br /&gt;What does it tell our young Malaysians?&lt;br /&gt;You can get to be so powerful in this country by marrying a daughter of the Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;But the Prime Minister has got to be like the one we have.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's all be making sure that we get Prime Ministers like that so that our sons need not contribute anything to the country and still get to gain those millions and occupy those important seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells us that it is okay to be greedy. It is okay if you are actually worthless. You can still be a leader.&lt;br /&gt;And pray tell me, why the foreign media is not getting at this administration's case?&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me there are so many questions to ask, so many things to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity.... we deserve the leader we choose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1950088122324456438?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1950088122324456438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1950088122324456438' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1950088122324456438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1950088122324456438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-thy-country.html' title='Love Thy Country!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RsEsV620rrI/AAAAAAAAACw/mZLZOnL3Zpg/s72-c/paytoplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-770737230804904914</id><published>2007-08-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T19:57:03.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power and Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrqB4q20rqI/AAAAAAAAACo/J1FdrPNIruA/s1600-h/tree+of+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrqB4q20rqI/AAAAAAAAACo/J1FdrPNIruA/s400/tree+of+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096528738900029090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wise people delay eating. Devout people do not satisfy their appetite. Hermits take only enough to sustain life. The young eat until the dishes are taken away. The old eat till they sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A wise person who engages in controversy with fools, should not expect to be treated with honour. And if a fool should overpower a sage with eloquence, no one should be surprised: a common stone can break a jewel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Do not be surprised that the dissolute do not heed the words of the devout; the music of a lute is drowned by the beat of a drum.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A natural talent without training is pitiable: training without a natural talent is wasted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  A wise person is like a tray at a pharmacist - in silence it manifests its own merits. An ignorant person is like the drum of a warrior - loud and useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Friendship takes many years to establish: so do not fall out with a friend over a single disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason is captive in the hands of passion - just as a weak man is captive in the hands of an artful woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purpose without power is mere weakness and deception: power without purpose is emptiness and insanity."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sadi: Gulistan 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-770737230804904914?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/770737230804904914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=770737230804904914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/770737230804904914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/770737230804904914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/power-and-purpose.html' title='Power and Purpose'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrqB4q20rqI/AAAAAAAAACo/J1FdrPNIruA/s72-c/tree+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2260961189381451389</id><published>2007-08-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:06:53.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyranny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrdGDa20rpI/AAAAAAAAACg/yXgFy_fEtZw/s1600-h/tyrants.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrdGDa20rpI/AAAAAAAAACg/yXgFy_fEtZw/s400/tyrants.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095618527955824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Of all the tyrannies on humankind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The worst is that which persecutes the mind"&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Dryden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how Iraq's Saddam Hussein was hated. How Indonesia's Suharto was hated.&lt;br /&gt;Their children's shenanigans did not help.&lt;br /&gt;Made it worse for them.&lt;br /&gt;Their children were equally hated.&lt;br /&gt;And their people prayed for their leaders' fall. And that of their leaders' children.&lt;br /&gt;And when they fell, the people rejoiced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2260961189381451389?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2260961189381451389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2260961189381451389' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2260961189381451389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2260961189381451389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/tyranny.html' title='Tyranny'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrdGDa20rpI/AAAAAAAAACg/yXgFy_fEtZw/s72-c/tyrants.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7772773216722483438</id><published>2007-08-05T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T01:33:13.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrWLOa20roI/AAAAAAAAACY/kLjk2IGCP4g/s1600-h/lust_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrWLOa20roI/AAAAAAAAACY/kLjk2IGCP4g/s400/lust_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095131633283280514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Theodore Reik : "Of Love and Lust".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7772773216722483438?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7772773216722483438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7772773216722483438' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7772773216722483438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7772773216722483438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-and-lovers.html' title='Love and Lovers'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrWLOa20roI/AAAAAAAAACY/kLjk2IGCP4g/s72-c/lust_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7090662404030588422</id><published>2007-08-03T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:38:26.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuitton's Gorbachev</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrNL4q20rnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ys-3LJiZXTY/s1600-h/mahathir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrNL4q20rnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ys-3LJiZXTY/s320/mahathir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094499040435154546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if Louis Vuitton can have former Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev as the French luxury label's new face, I don't see why they cannot have our very own Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to see that happening!&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show that nothing is impossible, Yeah, I always believe that.&lt;br /&gt;I need to just look at home, here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;You think it's damn impossible for some people to be where they are, high-flying and all, when you and I know very well that they are really good-for-nothing and they're there not by the grace of God but by the stupidity of people in power. There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, read about the new face of LV. Click &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070802/ap_en_ot/people_gorbachev_vuitton;_ylt=AvxPjl3H7db5omY0qVC5af1xFb8C"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7090662404030588422?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7090662404030588422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7090662404030588422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7090662404030588422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7090662404030588422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/vuittons-gorbachev.html' title='Vuitton&apos;s Gorbachev'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrNL4q20rnI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ys-3LJiZXTY/s72-c/mahathir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6383631173980292605</id><published>2007-08-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:49:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made In China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrIHjK20rmI/AAAAAAAAACI/7NB7B5pLo2Y/s1600-h/made+in+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrIHjK20rmI/AAAAAAAAACI/7NB7B5pLo2Y/s320/made+in+china.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094142429300567650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days, China-made goods were usually not of good quality. It's not that I am prejudiced but more often than not, such products ranging from toys to kitchenware -- most anything and everything -- were really of inferior, sometimes sub-standard quality.&lt;br /&gt;We would even be worried about foodstuff that came out of China, wondering what they contained because China was not known to be strict in enforcing laws covering food production.&lt;br /&gt;But, they were cheap.&lt;br /&gt;After the fall of  communism, China had to come to grips with, confront and then embrace capitalism, laissez faire and the open market.&lt;br /&gt;The journey was slow, a little heady, but steady. Everyone braced themselves for the new emerging China.&lt;br /&gt;Now, China is the new economic power. Everyone wants to have a go  at  dancing with her.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to have a piece of China.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be handling all this popularity pretty well, convincing the once-powerful west that she's made the cut.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, too weary to sustain the "high', she is showing signs of reverting to her bad old ways.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the West is bad-pressing her, fearing her growing strength, and fighting back by playing a little dirty?&lt;br /&gt;Still, can't deny that China offers gargantuan possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;And China-made goods are still cheap.&lt;br /&gt;But today, things are not going too smoothly for China. Products from China are not only poorly made but are found to be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;And there is proof of China's recklessness in quality control. But, was there ever in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this story about Fisher-Price having to recall some one million toys because their paint contains excessive amount of lead.&lt;br /&gt;These toys were made by Fisher-Price by a Chinese vendor and sold in the United States between May and August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the story &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070801/ap_on_bi_ge/toy_recall;_ylt=AnBCSf3dc1xuSBiXFTYM7PUDW7oF"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6383631173980292605?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6383631173980292605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6383631173980292605' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6383631173980292605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6383631173980292605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/08/made-in-china.html' title='Made In China'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RrIHjK20rmI/AAAAAAAAACI/7NB7B5pLo2Y/s72-c/made+in+china.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-5164934171851785779</id><published>2007-07-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:45:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           "There's nothing worth the wear of winning&lt;br /&gt;      But laughter and the love of friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You think so? Someone said one loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  That says a lot about the worth and value of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend! But don't sleep too much cos you'll miss seeing the world passing by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-5164934171851785779?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/5164934171851785779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=5164934171851785779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5164934171851785779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/5164934171851785779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/about-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1300246853533662580</id><published>2007-07-22T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:31:16.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby's The Game, Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RqMVmV14xjI/AAAAAAAAACA/8LYgmTU2uJY/s1600-h/rugby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RqMVmV14xjI/AAAAAAAAACA/8LYgmTU2uJY/s400/rugby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089935752301168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah....check this out!&lt;br /&gt;Rugby's really cool. I mean HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1300246853533662580?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1300246853533662580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1300246853533662580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1300246853533662580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1300246853533662580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/rugbys-game-man.html' title='Rugby&apos;s The Game, Man!'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RqMVmV14xjI/AAAAAAAAACA/8LYgmTU2uJY/s72-c/rugby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-1352105821484611622</id><published>2007-07-18T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:24:52.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cures For a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;"Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again; skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts."&lt;/span&gt; -Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for? Go get a gun and shoot him! I swear that's sooo therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;But, oh! What if you decide to forgive him and he's already dead meat?&lt;br /&gt;The regret will kill you. And the remorse will be a double dose of that.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you're not a killer.&lt;br /&gt;And, yep, he aint worth all that.&lt;br /&gt;But, there's an alternative. A sweet  panacea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to David Romanelli, you should consider listening to country music and doing yoga.&lt;br /&gt;He has nursed his broken heart -- I imagine many times -- with country music which seemed to work and he is a yoga expert.&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess he knows what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he has to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's very little in life that hurts as much as a broken heart. I always wished there were a guide on dealing with the pain of having loved and lost. So I'm gonna make an attempt at such a guide. Based on my many days dealing with a broken heart in what I call "the pain chamber," I'd like to share some thoughts on what's gotten me through: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;First, listen to some country music. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Second, try listening to some country music. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Third, did I say country music? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Country songs cover some powerful lessons and wise teachings on handling the dark side of love. Depending on the day or the moment, any of the following tips might help...  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Keep in mind that a broken heart is part of being human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Be wary of the person who hasn't dealt with a broken heart. No matter how strong you might be, if you're open to love, you're automatically vulnerable to pain. So don't feel bad if you’re in the pain chamber. Know that it's very normal and very much a part of being human. In "&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AmoC0p4GsgFNP8P6DbIBkclX1oZ4/SIG=110ef7lg4/**http%3a//www.cynthiaford.com/"&gt;God Only Knows&lt;/a&gt;," Cynthia Ford sings about the unbearable pain that no amount of strength can overcome. She learns it's faith, not strength, that can get you through: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somebody tell me if there's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any other way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried prayin' for strength &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it never came &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'm praying for faith &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz God only knows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How hard this is for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Light the fire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;When dealing with heartbreak, sometimes it helps to get a little fired up! You can spend a lot of time bummed out and weeping, but at a certain point, it might help to get off your ass. Go for a run, lift some weights, scream if you must. Think Rocky Balboa meets the Karate Kid. In other words, get pumped. Check out Dierks Bentley's song "&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AsrVliYAQmDG8OxVroMU0VxX1oZ4/SIG=119h6g28u/**http%3a//music.yahoo.com/track/2082944"&gt;Forget About You&lt;/a&gt;" for inspiration: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard that ol' Jones song just the other day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Bout a man who took that ol' broken heart to his grave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'll be damned if a memory's gonna lay me down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I might be walkin' around with a head full of air &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actin' kinda crazy but I don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This heart's barely beating, but I'll still be above the ground &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll forget about you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Take solace in the fact that things have a way of working out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to understand the first time your heart is broken. But over time, you come to realize that there's a certain rhyme and reason to life. As Garth Brooks sings, you may just become grateful for your "Unanswered Prayers": &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She was the one that I'd wanted for all time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And each night I'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if he'd only grant me this wish I wished back then &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd never ask for anything again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  Feel the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;We can exhaust ourselves fighting the pain. Allowing yourself to feel the pain rather than resist it sometimes can be very healing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying sitting with your ankles crossed in front you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=At3h6LWPNA_Z4CP4SsrKSj9X1oZ4/SIG=12priff4d/**http%3a//f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/yogaand/yogaand-47761123-1183679540.jpg%3fym1gxw9C8ylSmTxo" id="image38202" target="fullsizedimage"&gt;&lt;img class="wide" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/yogaand/yogaand-47761123-1183679540_thumb.jpg?ym2gxw9C9dB_K4OH" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let your palms face up to symbolize a state of surrender. Someone once said, "Keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world; it's the beginning of a new life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AhO4qtBgZ1KxZxIvO_G1FolX1oZ4/SIG=12q6oevhs/**http%3a//f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/yogaand/yogaand-850841416-1183679785.jpg%3fymqkxw9CbtC6UJqA" id="image38203" target="fullsizedimage"&gt;&lt;img class="tall" src="http://f3.yahoofs.com/ymg/yogaand/yogaand-850841416-1183679785_thumb.jpg?ymqkxw9CnmpufIWV" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-1352105821484611622?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/1352105821484611622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=1352105821484611622' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1352105821484611622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/1352105821484611622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/cures-for-broken-heart.html' title='Cures For a Broken Heart'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6814154911491461465</id><published>2007-07-18T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T06:17:39.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rp4SwPNHmKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Iwmr7Zc5N4M/s1600-h/arumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rp4SwPNHmKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Iwmr7Zc5N4M/s400/arumi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088525248899815586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 51);font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;�&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a name="Come"&gt;Come&lt;/a&gt;,                  come, whoever you are.&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wonderer,                  worshipper, lover of leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;It                  doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ours                  is not a caravan of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Come,                  even if you have broken your vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;a                  thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Come,                  yet again, come, come. -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Masnavi Book 1 - 599-607&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 4px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6814154911491461465?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6814154911491461465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6814154911491461465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6814154911491461465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6814154911491461465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-rumi.html' title='A Sad Love'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rp4SwPNHmKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Iwmr7Zc5N4M/s72-c/arumi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-7304743140803625948</id><published>2007-07-12T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T19:29:05.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're About To Get Dumped When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RpbiVvNHmJI/AAAAAAAAABw/3VUkAxL1JVU/s1600-h/break-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RpbiVvNHmJI/AAAAAAAAABw/3VUkAxL1JVU/s400/break-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086501692238174354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nobody likes getting dumped. I mean, like, duh! If we could, we'd like to be the one doing the dumping, right?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, breaking up is never easy and, for many,  really really hard to do. But if we could have just seen the signs, seen it coming, perhaps......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me help you out here.&lt;br /&gt;According to break-expert Elina Furman, there are top five signs you're about to get dumped. Here's the list, according to her (and in her words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em class="subhead"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Picking fights&lt;/em&gt;. No one is saying you have to get along 24/7. Constructive conflict can actually be good for your relationship. But if you find that your partner has become argumentative over petty issues like your clothes or choice of restaurant, that should serve as a warning sign that he/she may be looking for an excuse to bail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Forgetting to call&lt;/em&gt;. Used to be that your phone would ring all day long with your sweetie wanting to make plans or calling just to say, "I love you." Now your significant other doesn't even call when he/she is running three hours late. It may seem obvious, but going from speed dial to a blocked number is a sure sign that your relationship may be nearing its expiration date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Changing their stripes&lt;/em&gt;. A major change in appearance can be a sign that your partner is looking toward greener pastures. Whether they've chopped off their hair, lost 40 pounds or gone from a bold brunette to a sultry blonde, major cosmetic changes should be noted. Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a little vain, but if the change is accompanied by any of the other signs listed here, you may need to get ready to go solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Criticizing&lt;/em&gt;. If your sweetie isn't feeling you anymore, don't be surprised if he/she becomes less tolerant of everything, from how you brush your teeth to how you tie your shoes. Constant criticism is a telltale sign that your days as a twosome are numbered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Losing sexual interest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. A healthy sex life can make or break a relationship. If you find that your partner is becoming more sexually aloof, you need to get to the root of the issue. While it's natural to have less sex as you settle into a comfortable groove together, waiting weeks or months to have sexual contact is a sign that something is amiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, has Ms Furman helped you out?&lt;br /&gt;But she says not to panic just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your partner exhibits some of these behaviours.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't necessarily mean the relationship is over.&lt;br /&gt;Check out for a combination of signs and not one isolated incident that foreshadows a breakup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;If you're worried that your partner is itching to get out, the most important thing you can do is sit down and discuss your issues in an honest and open manner. If you take these signs as your cue to improve communication, your relationship may just have a fighting chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice: ONLY if you think he's worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-7304743140803625948?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/7304743140803625948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=7304743140803625948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7304743140803625948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/7304743140803625948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-you-to-get-dumped-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re About To Get Dumped When...'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RpbiVvNHmJI/AAAAAAAAABw/3VUkAxL1JVU/s72-c/break-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-6871403368563838916</id><published>2007-07-06T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T06:19:37.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Your Cell/Mobile/Hand Phone Your Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Ro4-aAah3UI/AAAAAAAAABo/n0LNNHdziVE/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Ro4-aAah3UI/AAAAAAAAABo/n0LNNHdziVE/s320/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084069645856660802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie! You never leave home without it, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You can call it what you like -- cell phone, mobile phone or just plain hand phone -- but you guard it with your life, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Because without it, you might as well have lost your head.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the early days of the mobile phone?  It was a real novelty and anyone having one was, well, important or rich.&lt;br /&gt;It was the humongous motorola phone. Ugly then but was quite a gadget to have.&lt;br /&gt;And then the Japanese made those real handy ones for the rest of the world, and you and I could have one.&lt;br /&gt;You know, of course, the mobile phone, in the early days when everyone could own one, had caused many a relationship, nay, marriage, to go bust.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. Indeed. Indeed. I am pretty sure that nothing has changed since.&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about it because it has not happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;The finger on the wrong button, or the inept use of the mobile phone could trigger some of the most dramatic scenes imaginable. And ugly break-ups or divorces, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we all agree that the mobile phone was (and still is, I reckon) a great ally to have for that extra marital affair.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you don't have to go looking for a public phone. Speaking of which - when was the last time you used a public phone?&lt;br /&gt;The technology SMSes offer is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;Aah -- the possibilites are endless.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that some people (you know I mean men), have more than one mobile phone because using just one is really inviting problems, and can cause hell at home. You don't want to trip, fall and get caught red-handed, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;One for the office, one for the home (wifey and kiddies) and one for the lust-of-your-life, otherwise known as mistress.&lt;br /&gt;You can bet that these guys with multiple mobile phones had been caught schmoozing on that little gadget by the missuses.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so why am I going on about this?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am reminded about the lunch I had with one of my girlfriends the other day.&lt;br /&gt;She almost left her husband years ago when she "caught" him with a woman.&lt;br /&gt;She was listening to some very intimate exchanges between him and a woman over her mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;Silly man! He had accidentally hit her number while doing goodness-knows-what, she answered the call, only to be listening to some very very hot action.&lt;br /&gt;Why she did not leave him high and dry, beats me.&lt;br /&gt;Must be love and that brain of hers not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Can you imagine life without your life-line? No?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....that's what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;If it's any comfort, neither can I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-6871403368563838916?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/6871403368563838916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=6871403368563838916' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6871403368563838916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/6871403368563838916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-your-cellmobilehand-phone-your-life.html' title='Is Your Cell/Mobile/Hand Phone Your Life?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Ro4-aAah3UI/AAAAAAAAABo/n0LNNHdziVE/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-2928556997233395865</id><published>2007-06-30T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T11:46:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Date 07/07/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RoakrQah3TI/AAAAAAAAABg/BD17HgCwOl8/s1600-h/lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RoakrQah3TI/AAAAAAAAABg/BD17HgCwOl8/s320/lucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081930292581752114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Are you among the people planning important events for this first Saturday in July?&lt;br /&gt;This first Saturday in July is 07/07/07 -- a lucky number.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, everyone freaked out when the calendar read 06/06/06.&lt;br /&gt;I am guessing that there will be a rerun of this.&lt;br /&gt;So, will you be planning your wedding on 07/07/07?&lt;br /&gt;Of course you are! You want that extra dose of marital luck, huh? So that's why you are among the scores of would-be bridal couples to be flocking to the altar on that auspicous day.&lt;br /&gt;A little bird told me so!&lt;br /&gt;Rather, a little article told me so.&lt;br /&gt;For a good read, click&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/20070629/sc_livescience/070707isthisyourluckyday;_ylt=AsyALBGaUaGnO3k2o_J0AEbq188F"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a party pooper. But I am not a believer in lucky numbers. What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. To each, her own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-2928556997233395865?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/2928556997233395865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=2928556997233395865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2928556997233395865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/2928556997233395865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/06/lucky-date-070707.html' title='Lucky Date 07/07/07'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RoakrQah3TI/AAAAAAAAABg/BD17HgCwOl8/s72-c/lucky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-4516997958233533640</id><published>2007-06-25T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:27:00.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing the Burkini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rn_sHOIMegI/AAAAAAAAABY/UsrFR6qgLSc/s1600-h/burkini1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rn_sHOIMegI/AAAAAAAAABY/UsrFR6qgLSc/s320/burkini1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080038513492916738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would have probably come out with a similar design because it seems to be the most logical swimwear for Muslim women.&lt;br /&gt;Australian designer Aheda Zanetti  calls it a burkini - a cross between a burka and a bikini (?).&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably call it La Jumdi -- La (French singular feminine for "the") and acronym for baJuManDi.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have always fretted when I see Muslim girls and women jump into a swimming pool wearing t-shirts and jogging trousers.&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts and jogging trousers are the most inappropriate swimming attire for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was at a swimming pool where all the Muslim girls and women were NOT wearing proper swimwear, but were in their t-shirts and trousers, and the pool looked so murky.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite blame them. For many Muslim females, wearing swimsuits is a no-no.  They feel very indecent and, of course, strictly speaking it is forbidden to be seen so exposed that way.&lt;br /&gt;There is a range of swimwear -- either one piece or two pieces - with sleeves and covers the knees or right down to the lower calves.&lt;br /&gt;Many Muslim girls and women wear them. Almost perfect for them.&lt;br /&gt;But now, there is a better design to meet the Muslim specification.&lt;br /&gt;The burkini to offer Muslim women the chance to really enjoy the sea or the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;For Zanetti, the burkini means that Muslim women can now integrate further into Australian society.&lt;br /&gt;Australia, as we all know is about the sea, sand and surf. Muslim women are so encumbered by their "jubah" and "hijab" that going to the beach is a dreadful experience.&lt;br /&gt;Zanetti said that the burkini is also for anyone who wants to show some modesty while on the beach or protect themselves from the rays of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The Burkini is made from ultraviolet- and water-protected polyester. Unlike the bikini, it covers the whole body except for the feet, hands and face, allowing Muslim women to swim in public.&lt;br /&gt;Zanetti said she has sold more than 9,000 Burkinis at AUSD125 to AUSD160.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-4516997958233533640?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/4516997958233533640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=4516997958233533640' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4516997958233533640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/4516997958233533640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/06/introducing-burkini.html' title='Introducing the Burkini'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/Rn_sHOIMegI/AAAAAAAAABY/UsrFR6qgLSc/s72-c/burkini1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8467920342930863675</id><published>2007-06-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:01:20.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Name?</title><content type='html'>A lot, I would imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Here's why I am raising this topic of names. I'd like to ask you -- would you mind if the authorities stop you from naming your baby boy "2Prick" or your baby girl "3Pussy"?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind whether anyone in their right mind would want to give those kind of names to their offsprings. Believe me, there are all sorts in this weird world of ours.&lt;br /&gt;But, say, you think those are really cool names and, hey, that's your kid and you have the right to be giving whatever name that pleases you. Right?&lt;br /&gt;And never mind if that kid of yours will be embarrassed for the rest of his or her meaningful life, and that you may, in the future, regret that stupid decision of yours to give that disgustingly stupid name.&lt;br /&gt;It is your freeedom. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you think anyone has the right to stop you from exercising that freedom to give your baby (b a b y, as in child, not b a b e, ok?)  whatever name you so desire?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Malaysia, there is a loose guideline on names for children. I believe, for Malays, you can't liberally use Putera or Puteri. I think Putera is a no-no but Puteri is meant for girls who are eligibile, that is, those with royal lineage.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are other no's and cannot's.&lt;br /&gt;In New Zealand, a couple was not allowed to register their baby's name as "4Real".&lt;br /&gt;Pat and Sheena Wheaton were told that numerals are not allowed in names.&lt;br /&gt;They decided to name their new baby "4real" shortly after having an ultrasound and being struck by the reality of his impending arrival.&lt;br /&gt;"For most of us, when we try to figure out what our names mean, we have to look it up in a babies book and ... there's no direct link between the meaning and the name.&lt;br /&gt;"With this name, everyone knows what it means," Pat told TV One on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070622/ap_on_fe_st/odd_new_zealand_baby_name;_ylt=AgEhkZ4NDqosQSwOpjiCn0kDW7oF"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the full story.&lt;br /&gt;I think I am so conservative in this department. I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to give their kids weird names?&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if my real name was Witchypoo?  Or Pink Candy? Or Sweet Pussy?&lt;br /&gt;I'd disown my parents, I would.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I might not if - with the exception of Witchypoo - I had ended up in show sleazeness.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the Wheatons are so over the moon, that this whole "having a baby thing" is really, really for real.&lt;br /&gt;But, please. Have mercy on the innocent child.&lt;br /&gt;You know it is really not your right, in all its entirety to name that baby of yours whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;Your baby is relying on you to not get crazy and give him or her a ridiculous name.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we'll see if the Wheatons will finally get to name their baby "4Real".&lt;br /&gt;But, hey, that's a great name for a hip-hop group. Or a real estate company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8467920342930863675?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8467920342930863675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8467920342930863675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8467920342930863675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8467920342930863675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In A Name?'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5978187268522544734.post-8111374971593254643</id><published>2007-06-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:40:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy and (True) Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RnnymuIMeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/n6f1nZOIHXY/s1600-h/jealous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RnnymuIMeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/n6f1nZOIHXY/s320/jealous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078356801868298722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is jealousy a sign of true love?&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a load of crock, this careless statement is.&lt;br /&gt;This was a point of debate in Light.FM yesterday (Wednesday June 20) between Simon and Caroline with their listeners.&lt;br /&gt;You know you cannot answer this question with a simple yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;One or two said "no, if you love him./her you shouldn't even be jealous" or "if you trust him/her you should not be jealous".&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. All morally-correct statements but so hypocritical and pretentious.&lt;br /&gt;People. We are human, We are no saints. We are given to the two horns coming out of our heads and the green in our eyes, some time (though not all the time because that spells trouble).&lt;br /&gt;Unless, your heart is pure gold and really pure, then you are excused for not being human. So you are not prone to an iota of jealousy or envy.&lt;br /&gt;PUHLEEEZE.&lt;br /&gt;Any of you ever felt that tinge of jealousy or envy when someone pays unwanted attention on your beau and he/she responds in equal amount?&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie. Unless you no longer care two hoots about your partner, then, yeah, I can understand that you don't give a damn who he/she flirts with.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the truth, please. Don't you feel a tinge of hot flush from the pit of your stomache right up to your brain when your beau or the love of your life gets into a cosy chat with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;But wait. In the first place, if he/she had any regard for you, he/she would not be doing that or get into that cosy situation, right?&lt;br /&gt;You see, a little bit of jealousy is okay. In fact, good in, or for, a relationship. Keeps both of you on your toes. Keep the heart a-fluttering. That's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't care if Antonio talks to another woman. But, if he talks to this woman all night long and forgets that I exist, yes, I would get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;But then, is jealousy the right word?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure now. I would  get hurt, yes. A little insulted too because, how dare he  ignore me !&lt;br /&gt;So... back to the question -- is jealousy a sign of true love?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little. Too much means you are insecure and needy. And that is bad. So, in very small doses should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Non, mes amis? Que pensez-vous ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5978187268522544734-8111374971593254643?l=witchbroo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/feeds/8111374971593254643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5978187268522544734&amp;postID=8111374971593254643' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8111374971593254643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5978187268522544734/posts/default/8111374971593254643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://witchbroo.blogspot.com/2007/06/jealousy-and-true-love.html' title='Jealousy and (True) Love'/><author><name>the witch's broo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09166223662949213997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KJTSfflqo24/RnnymuIMeeI/AAAAAAAAABI/n6f1nZOIHXY/s72-c/jealous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
