<?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-20853472</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:25:46.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toopidstory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20853472.post-115690267973507783</id><published>2006-08-30T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:51:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz a description to my teacher</title><content type='html'>I have a teacher, she is cool. She talk very little, but say a lot. She gives us a smile which will shake the ground. And she have a nice eyebrow. She is not tall but she never fret more, even when she had to look up just to talk. She always wear pants and rarely wear skirt which she looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a funny tone but serious in the work.  Her eyes instill fear when she wants us to keep silent. She as our teacher, never fail to do her best. She is kind. She is good. But never is one excellent. She imparts all she know but can never give us full. Seriously, i do not know whether do she knows it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is kept short, where her neatness shows her meticulousness. Sometimes we dont understand her. But she never understand us. But still she is our good teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-115690267973507783?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/115690267973507783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=115690267973507783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/115690267973507783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/115690267973507783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/08/juz-description-to-my-teacher.html' title='Juz a description to my teacher'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-115690167982255576</id><published>2006-07-10T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:34:39.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear monster</title><content type='html'>Dear monster....&lt;br /&gt;You are wearing a helmet everyday. You love tilting your head. You love to work quietly.&lt;br /&gt;The world is always bad in your eyes and people not up to your standard everytime. Even the work given is good you will not give a clue. The person is never complimented but they were blasted cold. We as student, the world is going blue. Please give your smile. or we will turn goon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-115690167982255576?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/115690167982255576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=115690167982255576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/115690167982255576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/115690167982255576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-monster.html' title='Dear monster'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-114446380791846034</id><published>2006-04-07T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:36:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                     &lt;u&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, there was a young chap who never failed. From young age of 9 he started working at his father’s shop with weekly allowance of ten dollars; soon he had one thousand dollars in his savings to help him across his schooling years. He graduated from the university by the age of 20. He had never got any scolding from any teachers, and when he worked, he rises in the rank rapidly. Life was ever perfect. These were great happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his schooling years, he was always praised for good work. Teachers, students, even people from the school advisory committee know him and they like him.&lt;br /&gt;This was already a great contentment for one young man. In the age of 7, it was his first day at the elementary school. He was shy. Unbelievably, his classmates made the first move to befriend him, there his contact grows rapidly. Before the end of that year, he knows about seventy percent of the school population. Soon, he graduated from the elementary school, and entered the high school. There he started to do badly in his studies.&lt;br /&gt;However, the friends he knows in the high school, helped him and finally, he graduated as the top student.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the age of 19, he signed up for course in university. Within one year, he was able to contact everybody in his university. At that time, he had almost 10 thick fully written contact books. He was never bored. With much help from his friends, he was able to graduate from engineering course in the university at the age of 20. Very soon, he secured a job in the engineering school as a lecturer and had four thousand us dollars as his monthly salary.  He was promoted to head of department after the first year and had a rise in pay, of two thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the money, he was able to lead a very luxurious life. He was able to afford large houses and drives a Porsche and very soon he bought the latest entertainment gadget, and these never let him down. He was able to find more entertaining stuffs and this allows him to de-stress a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within two years of his work, he found his dream woman and married her the moment he was promoted to department head. He then had two obedient and clever children who scored top annually in their studies. He rises in the rank even rapidly, when he changes his job. Then on, he secured a job in the business line and became the CEO within two years of his work in the company, with monthly salary of ten thousand us dollars. He became one of the riches man in his region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years had gone by he switched from jobs to jobs, lines to lines. He never failed to rise to the top of every career he chooses. And then on he his contact grows higher, which prove no problem in his career. At the age of 75, he died. But his children never let him down, and this continues on, and problem has never arise to create problem for his next, next, next generations.            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-114446380791846034?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/114446380791846034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=114446380791846034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114446380791846034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114446380791846034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-114170593924053789</id><published>2006-03-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:42:34.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flame, inferno, screams, ash...These are the typical things seen in a city under siege. Families breaks, and the survivors left homeless, this is tragedy brought to people during war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary looked into the photo album, thought of her only kin being forced into the army to launch a counter attack to the attacker. She cried. After a few minutes few bombers arrived and bombs landed near her house. She grabbed her album and run. Meanwhile, war cries could be heard few miles away. This frightened the civilians in the village. The chaos become unstoppable and resulted in more casualties. Most died because of the worsen of condition by the stampede. This time more people cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from the bomb site, Mary’s brother, Frank reluctantly picked up a weapon and went along defending the city. Upon hearing the news of bombing of his hometown, he was stunned. Meanwhile, he shed the first tear for his home. He was then attacked by an enemy, so under this circumstance he had no choice but to shoot end the life of his enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain started falling soon. Thunder roared and lightning flashed. The homesickness and reluctance of the soldiers at the frontline became worse and the morale decreased as a result. Soon, the whole frontline army perished. Similarly, the fate landed on Frank.&lt;br /&gt;The war became fiercer and casualties never stop adding up. The once pretty city turned red with blood stain, and black with the marks of bullets. Everyone suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flame and inferno continues. The country soon divided into two parts and no one will know the outcome. Meanwhile, Mary opened the album again, this time she burst into tears. She was now left alone in the vast world of cruelty. No way could she ever bring Frank back, and since then she realized the meaning of real love. The power of war can cause one person to be happy as he could gain the power he wanted, but it will cause the suffering to the innocents. Especially in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never understand how to appreciate and love our family members, even if we know, we can never show it out. Until real things happened, example will be this. The moral behind is to let one understand the importance of cherish your closest person. Soon after the war the country was taken over, the people then will had to recover their loses, as for Mary, you will never know what had happened to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-114170593924053789?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/114170593924053789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=114170593924053789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114170593924053789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114170593924053789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/03/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-114135336429560788</id><published>2006-03-02T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:36:04.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soar to the sky, and triumph. This is the typical thought when it comes to this word. However, some will use it otherwise. Otherwise meaning negatively. For instance, I will make you fly, and or it will be a nice "flight". Incredible ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you look closely at people, ask them what they inspire to be, most will say doctor, or pilot. Why? Ask them... Actually, they wanted to experience the thrill in the job. Most of us know about the model of planes, from jumbo commercial jet, mini airbus to army F-16 fighter jet and many many more. This are the machines which helps in flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Looking at another point of view, life is like this. One will never get to fly without such machines, even the simplest hang glider can never send u far. This is why, people say that you are the pilot of your own life. Similarly, you will still need a person to aid you through the "sky".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I once inspire to become a real pilot. A commercial pilot. I realise the thrill in sky and free rides across borders of countries. I always wanted to pilot a big plane and fly west to where the whites are. Then will I understand the environment of the whites. However, I may not be able to fulfil the wish, due to my eyesight problem, but determination stays. I shall try out with a company first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flight is like a long waveline, it will go up down up down up down..... Non stop and finally straight. It looks like the ECG machine showing human heart beat pattern. Finally it stops, it ended the ever suffering human. We must understand the meaning of life and death. But we must also fight for better life, but not ask for better death. Anyway, god knows what happen after death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Typical thinking of people to flying bring fear to the people with real potential and eventually will prevent the world form prospering further ,we must all know that accident is inevitable and the only way to prevent is to face the problem, gain experience from them and overcome fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is allow expansion of future businesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plan your own flight, plan your life. Let it not be wasted and find no interest. Understand your engine, understand your motor and eventually modify them and bring yourself higher. Bring to people what your plane is built for and finally you will receive what you wish for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-114135336429560788?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/114135336429560788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=114135336429560788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114135336429560788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114135336429560788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/03/flight.html' title='Flight'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-114006284102096187</id><published>2006-02-15T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:11:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Song- the essence of life, the power of entertainment&lt;br /&gt;From basic English to the language of the most unknown tribe, every body has music and song in them. Impossible ye? No it is possible, the moment a song enters your body no way can you ever remove it, not even will forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Music the forefather of every song, needed a lot, used a lot, &lt;twinkle&gt;a nice example to start with, it will sound nice even without music, but will be even better with the power of music. Country music, techno music, orchestra, soprano all the other form of music and songs, leads to one purpose, entertainment and relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music notes, the key to best music, the only method of recording a masterpiece and a piece which one can never vie with. Music is rather mysterious, you can say that it resembles love and romance and can also say it resembles hatred, it is really impossible to realise the real meaning behind the piece. Follow your own mind and never will it go wrong. &lt;strong&gt;The strength lies in you and only yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of power lies within what you think and what you do, sunshine will always follow you. Get a good rest with a relaxing music, get groovy with a jazz music or even find a way to release yourself in the hard metal music. Fear can be forgotten, loneliness can be forsaken, find your most favoured songs and be daring to sing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first music is not in my most wanted list, but until I get expose to more of it I get fond of it. It maybe the power of songs and music, it maybe even the feeling of relaxation in any music that could be pleasant to ears. Have you, my readers, ever sing a song loud no matter where, even if you are one of those who sings only in the bathroom or secluded place, and even if sing to overcome fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the effect of music and songs, recover your lost self from the big and ugly world, let music and songs enhance your life. Let the power in you be released. Find one song suitable for you. And lastly, be daring and never forget the power of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-114006284102096187?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/114006284102096187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=114006284102096187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114006284102096187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/114006284102096187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/02/song.html' title='SONG'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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-20853472.post-113711839655934092</id><published>2006-01-12T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:32:03.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1691/2101/1600/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="204" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1691/2101/320/orange.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone believe??? The toopidstory today's is orange,&lt;br /&gt;it may be orange in colour, it is round, and of course juicy &lt;strong&gt;:0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juicy??? Round??? Luckily it is &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hairless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;That is for typical orange ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Colour&lt;/span&gt;... Frown &lt;strong&gt;x(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can give me an idea of what orange colour is for, what does it mean???&lt;br /&gt;really... Is there an occasion where people uses orange not fruit&lt;br /&gt;but the colour.&lt;br /&gt;I found one but it is the fruit, maybe for occasion like orange harvest week, in other countries&lt;br /&gt;obviously, I don't know where.&lt;br /&gt;Holy orange? NO&lt;br /&gt;Lucky orange? Maybe, but no&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just ordinary orange&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know what orange stands for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20853472-113711839655934092?l=toopidstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/feeds/113711839655934092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20853472&amp;postID=113711839655934092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/113711839655934092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20853472/posts/default/113711839655934092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toopidstory.blogspot.com/2006/01/orange.html' title='Orange'/><author><name>toopididiot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01695190516396366993</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></feed>
