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Yang tersurat
Addictive
If you had to choose, would you rather your lover be good looking or funny? Where does honesty fall on your list? Do you expect a mate to have money? Canadian romance publisher Harlequin Enterprises recently conducted a survey asking people on 6 continents (in 16 countries) about traits they liked or disliked and how they went about trying to meet "the one." Last Wednesday, they published the results. It's probably not a surprise to learn that when it comes to romance, women prefer someone who makes them laugh while men opt for those who catch their eye. But as much as men and women are different, the study revealed how residents of different countries varied in the way they tried to impress the opposite sex. Australians and British men frequently admitted drinking too much, while about half of German and Italian men said they had lied about their finances, according to Reuters. The men of Spain were the most likely to use sex to catch a paramour's attentions. Eighty percent of... (more)

blogeame
Rock en tu Garage
El garage rock sesentero y ochentero es como la otra parte de mi, ese lado que necesita ruido y distorciones, un poco de locura ilógica, donde el vicio y los pensamiento bizarros no es enjuiciado por nadie. Cuando tenia 13 años soñaba con formar alguna banda como estas y ensayar en un garage como los de EEUU, ser la guitarrista y bailar entre muchas octavas, quintas, y gritos a lo Sonics... Muchas de estas bandas garageras nacieron inexpertas, sin preparación músical pero con mucha energia, pasión y originalidad, inspirados en el Rockn'Roll, R&B y Blues. En los sesentas entre los mods este ritmo era bien apreciado, se rompian los zapatos que bien habían lustrado bailandolo, después con el paso del tiempo aparecieron los punkys y trataron de imitarlos pero con un estilo mas callejero, también hubieron en los 80s hartas fuciones llegandoce a llamar Punk Rock Garage, yo me quedo con el estilo garagero puro, con ternos y bien mods aveces como The Sonics, The Action, The Seeds,... (more)



aku
accident lagi!
3 Julai 2008, jam 1.28 pg- aku terlibat dlm 1 kemalangan kecil kat jln. semarak...bukan langgar orang, langgar divider kat tengah jalan..divider yg ada traffic light...selamat la mlm tu aku dgn member aku...so safety skit...terus ternaik atas divider tu...ingat nak call mak aku tp pk2 balik xyah la sbb kang mst mak abah aku risau terus xleh tidur...mmg aku tergamam time kena tu...tayar aku pecah dan koyak...member aku yg tolong tukarkan tayar...yg kelakar time tu aku bawa dlm 40-50km/j je..pun boleh accident...mmg aku xnmpk langsung divider kat tengah jalan tu...xde cat langsung...jawabnye keta aku nye skirting rosak ler tersagat dgn divider yg tinggi tu... papepun, aku bersyukur sgt2 sbb ada kawan aku di saat genting camtu... sepanjang time nk balik tu dia cuba bg aku ketawa balik...dia risau tengok aku tetiba senyap je..mau xnye panik xabis lagik...semalaman dia xtidur sbb pk kan aku...kuang3x...nasib je aku dpt kwn camni... pagi tu br aku call mak ayah aku n bgtau yg aku xcident... (more)

Carpe Diem
Copy Cat??
There are two types of people when it comes to A.R Rahman and his music. One, they either love the man for breaking out of the mould, the extremely creative songs he comes up with and with his use of talented youngsters. Some cut right through and hate him enough to call his music trademark repetitive & boring. Personally, I have wavered between the two. But as I listen to him crooning 'Tu Bole Main Boloon' from Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na, I can't think of how much he's letting himself down trying to imitate Sting in his style of singing, the use of the sax in the background and the overall feel of the song. The songs of Sting that have been heavily borrowed from that come to mind immediately are 'Englishman in New York' and 'A Thousand Years'. Come on, ARR, you can do better than this!!!! Mull over that, will you, while I freak over Sukhwinder singing "Jaane Tu Meri Kya Hai' :)

Gloriana
 
It's my second day of walking home from work, my vain attempt to revitalize a soft, weak body. I sit down on the living room couch, rubbing my stinging feet. My mom follows me and says, aghast, "Your breasts are FALLING OUT OF YOUR DRESS!" "What?" I look, but not before I refrain from saying, "I think I would have felt that." For her sake, I check, in case somehow I can't keep track of a couple of things attached to my chest. Barely anything to call home about, and I'm a girl who feels nervous about exposing her knees. I adjust the straps of my camisole. "There, fine." It, apparently, does not matter that I'm wearing a long jersey dress (with demure cap sleeves), leggings to the ankle, and flats. Compared to the women I had passed on the way home, flashing more skin than might be anatomically possible, I am comically overdressed. This clearly does not cross her mind. She retracts, her wary disapproval lingering. She continues watching my chest for a moment, like my breasts might... (more)