<?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-3953336434125944079</id><updated>2012-02-15T19:15:16.544+08:00</updated><category term='Info'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Serious Matter :)'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><category term='Web'/><category term='Serious Matter'/><title type='text'>No Truth or No Lies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7893195955008040551</id><published>2012-02-13T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:44:36.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Exemplar of family life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/sippakorn/sippakorn1010/sippakorn101000022/8073963-the-happiness-perfect-family.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/sippakorn/sippakorn1010/sippakorn101000022/8073963-the-happiness-perfect-family.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this piece, I don't want to send hollow praises, I'm just sincerely expressing my opinion and views about my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I plainly think and truly believe that he is perfect exemplar of&amp;nbsp; good Mongolian man. Obviously, I do know that he has his flaws, but in general focus, he is good man, great husband, excellent friend. He is young, ambitious character, but deep down a humble "servant" to his family and friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I should note that his family is a model of perfect family that almost everyone dreams, and if "society permits", one should hand their family photo on their living room wall, just to remind how family life could be. I'm truly honored to know this family and this man as my good friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Throughout my life I have known many good friends, good men. He is one of the few good ones, that stayed loyal to his roots, beliefs, and inspirations. Here is a veneration to my good friend Ots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/sippakorn/sippakorn1010/sippakorn101000022/8073963-the-happiness-perfect-family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nevertheless, I should say, Tsomo, his wife, is truly great woman too, who have blended beauty and intelligence, which is very rare gift from God. In success stories of Ots, she should be praised as well, as she have guarded their family worth as a knight would his castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kudos to my friends Ots and Tsomo! I wish all families in Mongolia would be like their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sincerely your fan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3953336434125944079-7893195955008040551?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7893195955008040551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7893195955008040551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7893195955008040551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7893195955008040551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2012/02/exemplar-of-family-life.html' title='Exemplar of family life'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia</georss:featurename><georss:point>47.921378 106.90554</georss:point><georss:box>47.751124999999995 106.58968300000001 48.091631 107.221397</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-486523371578142027</id><published>2011-10-07T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T17:43:29.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/D1R-jKKp3NA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;cite class="kvm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-486523371578142027?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/486523371578142027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=486523371578142027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/486523371578142027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/486523371578142027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch.html' title='Watch'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-426051940260854289</id><published>2011-09-21T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:46:36.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blogs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone read blogs anymore? My space for blogging gone to famous Facebook. There, I don't have to think, write in logical way. It is like chatting all the time. Perhaps, it is making us more lazy, unorganized. Blogging is one way of journalism. But, I'm being lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-426051940260854289?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/426051940260854289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=426051940260854289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/426051940260854289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/426051940260854289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogs-anyone.html' title='Blogs, anyone?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4063035247862333031</id><published>2011-07-22T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T19:11:20.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Freaking tired. Brain gone numb. Too much work. Too much information. Dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4063035247862333031?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4063035247862333031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4063035247862333031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4063035247862333031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4063035247862333031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1570862712942525584</id><published>2011-07-20T13:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:16:29.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tears from heaven</title><content type='html'>Misty &amp; rainy morning welcomed me today. These were tears from heaven. Cooled the heat &amp; suppressed the dust. Also, sentimentally warmed my heart. Somehow, it felt so familiar, warm, cool, lovely. Happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-1570862712942525584?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1570862712942525584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1570862712942525584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1570862712942525584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1570862712942525584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/tears-from-heaven.html' title='Tears from heaven'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6437502174019730376</id><published>2011-07-18T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T22:25:59.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Suffering</title><content type='html'>It's so hard when your friend is suffering &amp; you can't help. Trying to do my best to help, but still it seems not enough. Puzzled. Mental suffering is most difficult and complex problems people encounter. There is nothing a third person can do, inless he or she decides on its solution. I believe human beings are makers of their happiness. So one has to decide to be happy &amp; not to suffer, otherwise it seems there is no solution. Wish i could help more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6437502174019730376?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6437502174019730376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6437502174019730376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6437502174019730376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6437502174019730376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6465408377450762184</id><published>2011-07-17T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:11:04.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Super hot</title><content type='html'>Today is one of belated summer days when its hot &amp; dry, just like regular Mongolian summer. Otherwise its been raining &amp; cool for past 2 summer months. We've forgot how dry summer can be &amp; paying off our dues today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool-aid ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6465408377450762184?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6465408377450762184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6465408377450762184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6465408377450762184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6465408377450762184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/super-hot.html' title='Super hot'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8473194205334124634</id><published>2011-07-16T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T05:04:40.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Discrimination of LGBTs in Mongolia</title><content type='html'>Warm Saturday evening at my summer house was stirred into volcano of thoughts by Nandia's Talk Show, which merely imitates well known western shows like Oprah &amp; Ellen shows. However, this is not about the show itself, but it's today's content that boggled my mind. &lt;br /&gt;This time, lite was lit on issue of LGBTs of Mongolia. &lt;br /&gt;No matter how deep it maybe hidden in the far dark corners of our society and minds of heterosexual people, this issue is and will be one of most complex &amp; controversial issues faced by modern Mongolians in near future. &lt;br /&gt;Show involved two guests, Ms. Anaraa, Consultative member of Mongolian LGBT NGO &amp; Mr. Otgoo, manager of the NGO. These two prominent activists answered questions from participants &amp; shed the light on real life of LGBTs. Also, some excerpts from documentary was shown, which potrayed situations in Mongolia involving LGBTs.&lt;br /&gt;This episode trailed many thoughts in my hollow brain &amp; stirred many emotions within my big boned body. &lt;br /&gt;How can one live in constant fear of being beaten up or killed, just for being themselves, or whoever they'd like to be? How can one overcome pressure from every human being including their beloved family?&lt;br /&gt;I usually try to imagine hardships people go through, especially unfortunate, underprivilaged &amp; minorities, whenever I'm faced with related issues.&lt;br /&gt;This time, being gay doesn't seem all flowers &amp; birds, as often it is potrayed in Hollywood movies. Now, it is real life, where majority feels being LGBT is sick, wrong &amp; "punishible crime." &lt;br /&gt;People in current society, if they don't wish ill to LGBTs, they want them to be 'underground,' or at least they'd like to be segregated from them.           &lt;br /&gt;This is how strong Mongolian society feels about sexual minorities these days. Worse, some gatherings like Great Mongol Movement explicitly expressed their aggression against LGBTs by threatning to rape, beat, &amp; kill them if they become publicly known. &lt;br /&gt;Only, heterosexual minorities like us, who have either been living or educated abroad, been exposed to LGBT- friendly societies, or have open mind, or expats/local foreigners support LGBTs &amp; fulfillment of at least their basic human rights in our democratic Mongolia. Everybody is afraid being involved with sexual minority. They think it'll damage their name &amp; reputation. "It may imply that they themselves are LGBTs." I agree, that LGBTs are very sensitive issue given our vast land, low population, two big neighbors, and culture. However, like it or not these minorities do exist and will keep existing within us, our brothers &amp; sisters. So, we just cannot shut the door on it &amp; say it can't exist. There has to be right awareness, understanding &amp; respect to constitutional rights of LGBTs given to them by Constitution, by Mongolian public who empowered the Constitution.   &lt;br /&gt;What can we do to better our society &amp; enlighten our comrades on such issues?&lt;br /&gt;At least, what I can do is to try to shed light on LGBT issue to my friends &amp; families, tell people that they are normal people like us &amp; deserve to be treated as such, and would like to call you, the reader, to do the same.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8473194205334124634?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8473194205334124634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8473194205334124634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8473194205334124634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8473194205334124634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/discrimination-of-lgbts-in-mongolia.html' title='Discrimination of LGBTs in Mongolia'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1498375778528226221</id><published>2011-07-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:20:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone?!</title><content type='html'>If anyone is interested in moderating this blog, welcome. Just let me know. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-1498375778528226221?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1498375778528226221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1498375778528226221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1498375778528226221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1498375778528226221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/07/anyone.html' title='Anyone?!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6099241298500894468</id><published>2011-05-03T10:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T10:22:41.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hell, no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shuud.mn/images/news/hcwstp78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.shuud.mn/images/news/hcwstp78.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eel, no! It took me almost 35 mins to get to from Khan Uul district to Seoul street, which is like 1.5 km!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I used to go to Seoul street everyday bout a year ago, I took my kid to her school and started my journey to work around 8.20-8.25 am and got at work around 8.35-8.40 am. Now it seems impossible, even if I leave the school at 8.25, I will get to old office barely at 9. Wow! Traffic seem to worsen with each year... Probably it'll take me an hour next year. Hell, no! Where is heaven God?&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/3953336434125944079-6099241298500894468?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6099241298500894468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6099241298500894468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6099241298500894468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6099241298500894468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/05/hell-no.html' title='Hell, no'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-688372843895476106</id><published>2011-05-02T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:11:44.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Dictionary of Road Design and Construction Terms</title><content type='html'>Related to what I've been doing lately, I found this small terminology booklet for those who are in Road Construction Sector. Hope it's helpful, as it has been to me :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.gogo.mn/5Vyn2GVusK20221304334644/Dictionary%20of%20Road%20Design%20and%20Construction%20Terms.pdf"&gt;Dictionary of Road Design and Construction Terms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-688372843895476106?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/688372843895476106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=688372843895476106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/688372843895476106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Control freak, obsessive and competitive in my own way. Don't know about clean freakishness, but could be in my mind though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a hard journey for me to find a right man. As Monica did, I had experienced variety of men characters, be it just friends, BFs or husband. Thinking hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the conclusion is I'm seeking "Chandler Bing" now, who uses sarcasm and humor as defense mechanism. Any gay looking Bings out there?! :)&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/3953336434125944079-4230228853469136319?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4230228853469136319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4230228853469136319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4230228853469136319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4230228853469136319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/05/monica-bing.html' title='Monica Bing'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-716882194998608750</id><published>2011-04-05T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:56:17.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Mongolian Investment Outlook 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resource.news.mn/english/photo/2010/8/7d2e8c9ead48424f/e4ea01cb5e3e60ecbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://resource.news.mn/english/photo/2010/8/7d2e8c9ead48424f/e4ea01cb5e3e60ecbig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mongolian Investment Outlook for 2011&lt;/span&gt; was released by US Embassy last month. While browsing through, I found horror storied that would scare most of foreigners even coming to this country, not to mention making investments. How come, Mongolian government, which is so keen in attracting FDI is allowing such situations to exist?&lt;br /&gt;Are we that barbaric and hatred filled that we would hate any foreigner that comes into our soil? Since when we are so keen to keep things to ourselves, whereas whole world is moving towards globalization, be it good or bad? It was strange to read this report as this one warns investors that even though at the policy level Mongolia wants and needs FDI, actual trickery is emphasized within daily routines, small formalities that hinder anyone wanting to come to this country.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, within this time period, when we have discovered our  mineral wealth and continuing to discover more, we need foreigners,  especially those with good governance and best practices. Not those who  are willing to do anything to get the "gold." We are like a middle school bully who tries to solve its problems with force only. No intelligence is needed. What a shame!&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that if someone was involved in small dispute somewhere in administrative court, they cannot get exit visa and cannot leave the country! Well, I have not been around a lot, but seen countries, seen cultures. None of them required me to obtain exit visa. What a dumb idea, to require a visa to exit the country?! Wow?! Story of "Dumb and dumber...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you want to read this report, please download it from below link, or you can Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size:12px;" href="http://share.gogo.mn/Ex31n3iEeF17501301969966/2011-mongolia-investment-climate-statement.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://share.gogo.mn/Ex31n3iEeF17501301969966/2011-mongolia-investment-climate-statement.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-716882194998608750?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/716882194998608750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=716882194998608750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/716882194998608750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/716882194998608750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/04/mongolian-investment-outlook-2011.html' title='Mongolian Investment Outlook 2011'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-2484261719256837273</id><published>2011-02-24T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:11:43.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson Play and Arc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/gallery/sony-ericsson-play-and-arc/4d5c011d43c0e110216165349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 213px;" src="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/gallery/sony-ericsson-play-and-arc/4d5c011d43c0e110216165349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New handset/game-console is on the way by Sony Ericsson, named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play and Arc&lt;/span&gt;. Fascinating! Now, you don't need to lift your butt off the couch to reach your phone or game console. Its just 1 item. What a convenience! Is SE trying to compensate its Xperia to iPhone? Perhaps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-2484261719256837273?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/2484261719256837273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=2484261719256837273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2484261719256837273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2484261719256837273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/02/sony-ericsson-play-and-arc.html' title='Sony Ericsson Play and Arc'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8303796177175077554</id><published>2011-02-10T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T14:25:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expired eggs are sold on the market?</title><content type='html'>Few weeks ago, while shopping at one of the biggest supermarkets in UB, i have stumbled upon dozen eggs, packaged in plastic packaging, as usual. We Mongolians usually look for date of expiry on food items, as we have had bad experience in the past, consuming expired food and getting into the food poisoning. I'm no exception to that "rule." The eggs that i was buying were dated as produced on Jan 25th, and to be stored in fridge for about two weeks. Well, the thing was that i was buying that egg on evening of Jan 24th. So, somehow that egg travelled through time and was placed right before me. And right then it shawned on me. It was egg stamped before the actual date. Plus, this egg was imported from Russia. Even if its imported via air cargo, the fastest way currently known to humanity, it camnot get on the store shelfs on the same date as it is produced. So, the eggs are stamped in Mongolia, by importing company, was my conclusion. How can we know the real production date, if the date is stamped by the importer. Is it expired product, just with new date stamped? How can we be sure that the product is safe to use? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion, it is better to by domestics products for easily perishible goods. Secondly, even if the production &amp; expiry dates of the product is up to date, it is better to think twice before buying imported goods. However, the last statement is "Food Safety is in its lowest point in Mongolia." Beware!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8303796177175077554?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8303796177175077554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8303796177175077554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8303796177175077554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8303796177175077554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/02/expired-eggs-are-sold-on-market.html' title='Expired eggs are sold on the market?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1486355883792609049</id><published>2011-01-10T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T18:21:57.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Traffic Rules of Mongolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.traffic-institute.mn/i_advertisement/icon_03.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 130px;" src="http://www.traffic-institute.mn/i_advertisement/icon_03.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you going to drive on Mongolian roads, or if you are required to do so, I believe this handbook will help you a lot to adjust to the traffic system of Mongolia, especially of UB. Please visit site: &lt;a href="http://www.traffic-institute.mn/"&gt;http://www.traffic-institute.mn/&lt;/a&gt; and on the right hand column, you will see handbooks, please press below third book (as illustrated) and it will take you to the English versions of Mongolian Road Rules (this includes signs too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it is justifiable that I should warn whoever starting to drive on Mongolian roads. We are warriors, be it in history, in military on even on the roads :)&lt;br /&gt;It is like small battle to be on the roads of UB, with its heavy traffic and unobservant drivers. Thus, for a while, please try to hire some Mongolian driver who is already accustomed to the battle field.&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/3953336434125944079-1486355883792609049?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1486355883792609049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1486355883792609049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1486355883792609049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1486355883792609049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2011/01/traffic-rules-of-mongolia.html' title='Traffic Rules of Mongolia'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5573341858471906668</id><published>2010-12-16T02:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T17:55:51.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>It seems life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZy9p0jWF9o/TF13ZeG6EsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zL68RQampao/s1600/happiness+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZy9p0jWF9o/TF13ZeG6EsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zL68RQampao/s1600/happiness+hands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems that the life that we have hoped for and how we perceived it was all wrong after all, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, at least i hoped this life to be more fun and happy. With each year it is proving to be misleading belief. Of course now and then i feel extremely happy and overall i would rate it OK, but still there is something missing or at least stability of happiness and satisfaction seems to almost impossible to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been raised on belief that life depended on loving, caring, friendship, sincerity etc. but definitely not on money or material possessions. However, after 30 years of living, i think i got it all wrong. Definitely above definition is true in family surroundings, but beyond that, even at close relative level like uncle, niece etc., it just doesn't matter anymore. "Everyone for themselves". That us the golden rule. Why would people misguide their children and teach and raise them on empty hopes and beliefs? I'm not saying that all people are bad or liars, or its so hard to find love and care, but we have to admit loving, caring, true friendships are hard to maintain and gruesome experience to keep them at high level. "True love exists only between parents and children". I have read something like this somewhere, and i was wondering if it was true. Now i can say that 90% of this statement is definitely true. Myself, haven't found true romantic love yet, so leaving out that 10% just in case ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My personal experience dictates to my brain that my parents definitely love me. My child loves me. I have only few good friends, with half of which i don't really share my personal life. It is hard for me to define true and best friendship. Do my colleagues care for me? Do many friends truly love me? Does someone like "a cute guy" will love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bottom line from my recent events shows that people do not remember nice things you have done for them. How you supported them, how you made them happy, how you been through happiness and sadness together. One remembers the last mischief, how you hurt them, or how you said or done something that made them mad. How you acted, etc. Just try to remember the last time you have argued, or broken up, or simply had a fight. Have they remembered before or during the quarrel, how you were nice or done something for them? If not, how can they love me or you?        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-5573341858471906668?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5573341858471906668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5573341858471906668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5573341858471906668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5573341858471906668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-seems-life.html' title='It seems life ...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZy9p0jWF9o/TF13ZeG6EsI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zL68RQampao/s72-c/happiness+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7456033667344605696</id><published>2010-11-12T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:54:34.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Certificate to love</title><content type='html'>One day two friends were talking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said, "I don't know what to get my wife for her birthday. She has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants. So, I'm stumped."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His buddy said, "I have an idea. Why don't you make up a certificate that says she can have two hours of great sex, any way she wants it. She'll probably be thrilled!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first fella did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day his buddy asked, "Well, did you take my suggestion? How did it turn out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She loved it. She jumped up, thanked me, kissed me on the mouth, and ran out the door yelling, 'I'll see you in two hours'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7456033667344605696?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7456033667344605696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7456033667344605696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7456033667344605696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7456033667344605696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/11/certificate-to-love.html' title='Certificate to love'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-924186697625056605</id><published>2010-10-12T16:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T17:41:19.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Evolution: Mongolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ieVD5U2soLomFM:http://funnytogo.com/pictures/evolution/evolution2.jpg&amp;amp;t=1"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 232px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ieVD5U2soLomFM:http://funnytogo.com/pictures/evolution/evolution2.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a concept of evolution drawn by Charles Darwin. It is universally accepted view that via evolution "species" evolve, based on the environment, needs, etc. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evolution"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is a change results from interactions between processes that introduce variation into a population, and other processes that remove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite organic evolution, this concept is applied throughout different spheres, be it technical, mental, or economic.&lt;br /&gt;Mongolia is not an exclusion from concept of evolution. It has been evolving over many thousand years since its inception. Mongolians were evolving as earliest nomads, weird shamans, barbaric warriors, imitators of Soviet empire, inexperienced democrats, and crazy capitalists. My minuscule knowledge wouldn't be enough to summarize true and all evolutionary steps of Mongolia and its citizens. However, I'm trying to summarize evolution of Mongolia and its people for the last 20 years through my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1980 in Moscow. Don't remember anything from that period, where my parents were students for 4 years. I guess, number of "comrades" of our age would tell the similar story, as it was popular for Mongolians to study in Russia. It was "almost West, most developed economy" for us. From tales told by our parents and grandparents, it was best period to live within Soviet empire. If you had education, your job would be ready for you when you graduate. After working 3-5 years for State, you would "earn" free apartment with 1 or 2 bedrooms, depending on the size of the family. Child education was free, safe, and best possible. Health sector was booming with help from Soviet brothers and it was free to everyone. One had constant salary, provided housing, free education, health treatment. What could you ask more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to finish one of the best schools in that period, No. 23, which was Russian school up until early 1990's. Russian was taught from the preparatory grade and Mongolian was introduced only in 3rd grade. Even now, I understand  some concepts better in Russian or English than in Mongolian. Many people from our generation was raised on the leftovers of Russian influence. Language, culture, views... I can still remember a part from old Russian hymn, whereas I don't know any words to hymn of Mongolia. Regrettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wind of Change" have been blowing to Mongolia since 1990. At that time, we were 4th grade student. All our subjects were now taught in Mongolian. Many Russian teachers were evacuated from UB. I remember our classmates used to make fun of our new Mongolian teachers, over their weird accents, as they tried to teach in Russian. We were cruel kids. We are the generation fortunate enough to see and experience both regimes: socialism and capitalism, and unfortunate enough to be ripped apart by sudden changes in everything that surrounded us. We are byproduct of unexpected evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 20 years since that dramatic change and people say Mongolia is still in transition period. No one knows how long will be this transition and when it will end. Are we transiting now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1990s, Mongolia looked up to economies, other than Russia, as it was left in ruins. We copied and pasted our Constitution from US, other laws and regulations from Western societies. Nothing was left from old regime, except old houses, closed factories, and Russian cars. Odd mix of new Western identity with old Mongolian tradition was flourishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen many good and bad outcomes from the last "democratic evolution." People's minds were not prepared to loose their free and provided livelihood. Sudden change from Utopian state to complete chaotic and capitalist society was not easy on many people. Many have become alcoholics, unemployed, and simply poor. We were not used to working like asses and getting paid for what we have accomplished. It was odd having to pay for education and health treatments. Even now, many want that social benefits to exist like in socialism era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capitalism have brought to Mongolia Hollywood movies, Western cars, idea of private property, cellular phones, internet, poverty vs wealth, English language, new technologies, etc. 15 years ago it was almost unimaginable for ordinary one to have a car and a cellular phone, such that I made a wish to have all that when I grow up. Nowadays, almost every family, if not everyone, have mobile phone. Most households in UB are hooked up to internet. Almost, no one drive Russian cars anymore. English is so popular that ordinary people swear using f... and sh.. words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that UB (more than 1.5 mln people out of whole population of 2.7 mln live in capital city) is not the whole country and I'm omitting people in the countryside. Things have changed in the countryside too. Now, they have TVs, satellite dish, some have wireless internet, but lifestyle haven't changed that much. Most of the nomads as they were 20 years ago. However, livestock is now owned by herders not State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Banning-Evolution-debate-236032_1480_1057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 275px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Banning-Evolution-debate-236032_1480_1057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, evolution was kicking in Mongolia many times throughout its history. When in 13th century, when we were conquering half of the planet,  in late 19th century, where we defeated the Chinese (Manju) army and declared our independence.  It once more kicked our butts in late 20th century, where we embraced democracy and welcomed capitalism. Now, I feel that it will do its trick again very soon, making Mongolia either Saudi Arabia or Africa of Asia, depending on steps we take further on with our rich natural resources.&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/3953336434125944079-924186697625056605?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/924186697625056605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=924186697625056605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/924186697625056605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/924186697625056605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/10/evolution-mongolia.html' title='Evolution: Mongolia'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6526866262745134071</id><published>2010-10-05T14:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T14:36:39.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Women's role in religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donsmaps.com/clickphotos/femaleshaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://www.donsmaps.com/clickphotos/femaleshaman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently attended a "recital" at Tugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bayasgalant&lt;/span&gt; monastery. It was a unique experience for me, as I have never been to women's monastery before. So used to male voices of monks, I was pleasantly surprised. Totally new religious experience that brought me to think about Mongolian women in religious context. For how long women have been active in religion, what are they roles, and how are we compared to different religions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been said that Mongolia have adopted the Buddhism since 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. Since then it has been the main religion for majority of Mongolians. Prior to this adoption, we had Shamanism as main source for our spiritualism. Even then, women had special role in religious content. There were female shamans, female monks in times of Buddhism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obviously, there are nuns within Christianity and related religions. However, if I'm not mistaken, they were helpers, assistants, and teachers in religious schools. There were never high ranked priest women in Western society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TKrCUcQJhtI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7XfjOxitVmE/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524441549360432850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TKrCUcQJhtI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7XfjOxitVmE/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whereas, it was common for a woman to be high ranked religious official in Mongolia. Nowadays, there are special monasteries in Mongolia that house female only monks. What I'm trying to say is that no matter of form of religion, women in Mongolian culture had special power, recognition and respect, which for us, women, is a great news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not trying to say that some religions are good and some are bad. Just from simple observation, it seems that being women in some religion is less fortunate than for others. For example, compared to Muslims, being Buddhist woman is totally different experience. In Middle East, women are even not allowed to pray together with men. They have to stand in the back behind special curtains, walls, or even go to special mosque. So, I believe, women have much more religious freedom in Mongolia, be it practicing or just worshiping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaluus.ucoz.com/_ph/7/2/925462787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaluus.ucoz.com/_ph/7/2/925462787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaluus.ucoz.com/_ph/7/2/925462787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaluus.ucoz.com/_ph/7/2/925462787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ezaluus.ucoz.com/_ph/7/2/925462787.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little more on Tugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bayasgalant&lt;/span&gt; monastery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tögs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bayasgalant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the three Buddhist Women’s centres in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ulaanbaatar&lt;/span&gt;. This temple was founded in October, 1990, on the initiation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bakula&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rinpoche&lt;/span&gt;, the former ambassador of India to Mongolia and founder of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Betüw&lt;/span&gt; monastery in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ulaanbaatar&lt;/span&gt;. The head of the temple is N. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gantömör&lt;/span&gt;. Apart from the head of the community, the temple has two chanting masters (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unzad&lt;/span&gt;) and a disciplinary master (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gesgüi&lt;/span&gt;), there are no other ranks.&lt;br /&gt;The women in this monastery wear traditional Mongolian women’s dresses during the ceremonies. They are also allowed to wear long hair arranged in various styles, and to use make-ups and wear jewels such as earrings. Since the old times, female lamas or female practitioners who grow their hair have been called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;khandmaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Mongolian. All the women in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tögs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bayasgalant&lt;/span&gt; temple wear a special white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;khadag&lt;/span&gt; worn across the left shoulder, which substitutes for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;orkhimj&lt;/span&gt; (scarf worn over the left shoulder) of the lama robe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.mongoliantemples.net/static/ulaanbaatar-active-monasteries.php#_Toc188431966"&gt;Survey of Active Buddhist Temples in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ulaanbaatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6526866262745134071?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6526866262745134071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6526866262745134071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6526866262745134071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6526866262745134071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/10/womens-role-in-religion.html' title='Women&apos;s role in religion'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TKrCUcQJhtI/AAAAAAAABVQ/7XfjOxitVmE/s72-c/IMG_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4423576594160295901</id><published>2010-09-07T17:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:04:17.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>iPhone mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TIYLEGZhrcI/AAAAAAAABVA/fJ_ab_yplGk/s1600/Introducing-the-iPhone-5-600x314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TIYLEGZhrcI/AAAAAAAABVA/fJ_ab_yplGk/s400/Introducing-the-iPhone-5-600x314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514106958826810818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been in craze with iPhone for a long time now. Since its inception, I have been longing to have one of the "wonders of the world." Everyone, whoever mattered had iPhone, and I wanted to be part of the herd, part of the mania. Been there, and done that! Finally, purchased an iPhone after long desperate months of waiting. Purchased one in US, the 3GS one. Could not get it unblocked for few months. Then, when I just got unblocked it, the new iPhone 4 came out and darkened my bright happiness of having new and wonderful iPhone.... Oh well, poor me :) or is it just a punishment for being too greedy?! Anyways, iPhone 5 is coming people! ha ha, J/K&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/3953336434125944079-4423576594160295901?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4423576594160295901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4423576594160295901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4423576594160295901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4423576594160295901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-mania.html' title='iPhone mania'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/TIYLEGZhrcI/AAAAAAAABVA/fJ_ab_yplGk/s72-c/Introducing-the-iPhone-5-600x314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7784721966359021632</id><published>2010-07-01T16:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:55:27.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The real life behind those windows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/W4Ac2clDkEBX6zEe5MurD4b4ooECiD15ZJAMAGPpqcg_/Seifertlogo.jpg?crop=1%3A1&amp;amp;width=171"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 171px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/W4Ac2clDkEBX6zEe5MurD4b4ooECiD15ZJAMAGPpqcg_/Seifertlogo.jpg?crop=1%3A1&amp;amp;width=171" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After quitting form my highly paid job, I have returned to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm saying it, not because I was up high flying in the sky, but I was somewhere different than real life.&lt;br /&gt;My job was contained within 4 corporate walls. While crunching unknown numbers and coming up with unreal answers, "life was still running and world was turning" around my life.&lt;br /&gt;Since April, I have observed so much and thought many thoughts on how life is and how people live in Mongolia. Up above in the large corporate world, everything seemed so different. I wouldn't say it is better or worse, but unrealistic. I was confined in unreal world and finally I have come out of my cocoon and realized I wasn't a butterfly, I was a moth, he he he. However, being a moth, it is so much realistic and soothing to my brain, than being a corporate butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, big corporations pay big and request big. Too much hassle, stress, and so little susceptibility. Thus, my next move on real-life path would be to step up a bit and organize my own business.&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song:&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad ... I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine&lt;br /&gt;Smiling next to Opera and the Queen,&lt;br /&gt;...I swear the world better prepare For when I'm a billionaire ..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://jspivey.wikispaces.com/file/view/billionaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 85px;" src="https://jspivey.wikispaces.com/file/view/billionaire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7784721966359021632?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7784721966359021632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7784721966359021632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7784721966359021632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7784721966359021632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-life-behind-those-windows.html' title='The real life behind those windows'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-2225757693321363430</id><published>2010-07-01T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:59:53.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Real Apologies</title><content type='html'>Dear small group of friends and whoever read my blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for long absence and not updating my blog for last 2 months. It been a crazy few months, so much happened. so much done and undone. Changes in my career, family, life, love etc. In short, I was f... busy... so no whining! He he he, just kidding... I had limited Internet access and no time , so sorry folks. I will keep up my blog in good order and condition from now on. Thank you for returning to my blog and your patience! Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-2225757693321363430?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/2225757693321363430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=2225757693321363430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2225757693321363430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2225757693321363430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-apologies.html' title='Real Apologies'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8584023233735200083</id><published>2010-03-18T09:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:53:52.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Stereo MC's - Connected</title><content type='html'>One of the coolest songs from 90s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kA9ei4WX-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4kA9ei4WX-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8584023233735200083?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8584023233735200083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8584023233735200083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8584023233735200083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8584023233735200083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/03/stereo-mcs-connected.html' title='Stereo MC&apos;s - Connected'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4780726769573887390</id><published>2010-02-23T11:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:23:34.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Love Meant To Be (T.S)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.foxprovidence.com/files/2009/12/man-crying-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 153px;" src="http://blogs.foxprovidence.com/files/2009/12/man-crying-b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Found &lt;a href="http://www.originalpoetry.com/a-beautiful-love-meant-to-be"&gt;this beautiful poem &lt;/a&gt;on originalpoetry.com and wanted to share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His heart was a fortress,nothing could get through,&lt;br /&gt;No one else could cause him further sorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;The battlements were fortified,the armaments were set.&lt;br /&gt;True Love hadn't broken through his defenses yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was able to keep people at a distance to protect his emotional state,&lt;br /&gt;But life wasn't really all that great.&lt;br /&gt;He'd lie to himself and say I'm doing alright,&lt;br /&gt;Even though his tears flowed freely at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past heartaches had put steel bars upon his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness was slowly tearing him apart.&lt;br /&gt;Upon these troubles he would stew,&lt;br /&gt;As he prayed for a love that was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had compassion on this simple man,&lt;br /&gt;Because he had a divine plan.&lt;br /&gt;This simple man met an amazing woman&lt;br /&gt;Through a poetry website,&lt;br /&gt;Who filled his heart and mind with delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kind caring words and compasionate soul,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted this man out of his woe.&lt;br /&gt;As they talked their friendship began to start,&lt;br /&gt;She restored the broken pieces of his shattered heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With affection she lifted his spirit and brought it into the light,&lt;br /&gt;A flame of love in his heart she began to ignite.&lt;br /&gt;Her love removed the bars from his heart,&lt;br /&gt;Restored his faith in Love and gave it a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to her the three magic words of love,&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by feelings placed in his heart by his heavenly father above.&lt;br /&gt;She expressed her affection and love so true,&lt;br /&gt;His heart opened up and then he knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful love they shared was meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;For the simple man in this story is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4780726769573887390?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4780726769573887390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4780726769573887390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4780726769573887390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4780726769573887390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/02/beautiful-love-meant-to-be-ts.html' title='A Beautiful Love Meant To Be (T.S)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8884424087612610943</id><published>2010-02-12T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T09:46:06.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Shopping in UB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.im-spycher.ch/scrappy/Mongolia/week2/photos/222-UBMart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://www.im-spycher.ch/scrappy/Mongolia/week2/photos/222-UBMart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, guys! Whoever run shopping business in Mongolia, should consider prolonging the opening times of their stores. Stores closing at 7.30 -8.00 pm? What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I finish my job at 6pm. Want to shop after that, but almost all stores, especially clothing stores are closed! The one that is still open is State Department Store. I believe they work until 9pm or so. However, their choice of goods is limited. Most clothing lines are "brand names" and they cost twice as much as in US! My favorite shops close at 8pm. Shall I shop on weekends? But everybody else does the same, so the crowd and traffic is crazy on those days. Any solution? To prolong the opening hours! It is a win-win situation for store owners and shoppers as well. How come nobody is doing that? Weird!&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/3953336434125944079-8884424087612610943?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8884424087612610943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8884424087612610943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8884424087612610943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8884424087612610943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/02/shopping-in-ub.html' title='Shopping in UB'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7537123789021467929</id><published>2010-02-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:53:06.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Don't judge me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/5c/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 201px;" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/5c/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7537123789021467929?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7537123789021467929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7537123789021467929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7537123789021467929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7537123789021467929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t judge me'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5498016605329046092</id><published>2010-02-01T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:15:58.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>When you're in 30s and single</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S1g6MCpgY0I/AAAAAAAABTg/OcgrcOMUbq8/s1600-h/_birch__by_noah_kh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S1g6MCpgY0I/AAAAAAAABTg/OcgrcOMUbq8/s320/_birch__by_noah_kh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429153329338934082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I meant to write on this topic for a long time now, but never had the time to sit down and do so. So, I guess this is one of the attributes being in 30s. You are constantly busy. You're loaded with work, taking care of your kid(s), helping out your parents. And plus, if you're single, you're trying to manage to meet someone new. It is ironic, hilarious, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on this post, I want you (who are not 30 yet, or has been 30 sometime ago) either to dive into the world of 30 something or just remember what it was like when YOU were at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids.&lt;/span&gt; Managing and nurturing children is tough job! I admit. I have one child, it is tough to figure out ways to guide and be a good mentor. How my parents managed to bring up two kids, while working, cannot imagine :), but me and my brother turned out to be OK. Now, it is my turn to bring up my child. Confused. How, when, what? I'm at the age when I do not know enough, but independent enough to carry out my own life-decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finance.&lt;/span&gt; By age 30, most of us own our own property, be it house to live in or office to work. It gives us additional security and boosts the self-esteem.  Financial independence in 30s is  more common than when you were in 20s. Now, you can buy anything you want, do anything you want, and don't have to ask for $20 bill from your parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex. &lt;/span&gt;Sex life becomes more enjoyable. Now,  you know what you want, when you want it and with whom.  When you are single, you have the freedom to choose with whom to mate. I think it is one of the positive side of being loner at 30s.  Moreover, you know your body well enough to have actually and truly enjoy sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character. &lt;/span&gt;The personality and characteristics are already settled in 30s. Now, you are who you are and will be for the rest of the life. Except, exceptionally few major events, nothing will change who you are. I already have my principles settled, goals set, ideas and opinions established, and nothing will move me from them. When you are single, you have gotten used to doing things yourself, so you are more independent, strong, but at the same time more aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it is great being single and 30&lt;/span&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/3953336434125944079-5498016605329046092?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5498016605329046092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5498016605329046092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5498016605329046092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5498016605329046092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-youre-in-30s-and-single.html' title='When you&apos;re in 30s and single'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S1g6MCpgY0I/AAAAAAAABTg/OcgrcOMUbq8/s72-c/_birch__by_noah_kh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3571748615727987782</id><published>2010-01-12T22:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:32:57.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I tried to cheat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/5073944/Cheating20Spouse20-20001-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/5073944/Cheating20Spouse20-20001-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was one time when I tried to cheat :) Well, I think it is OK to talk about this incident now, as I have separated from my husband few years ago. I just would like to share the story with you and it is up to you if you enjoy it, learn from it, or just forget it after reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it was warm summer day. I was about to be married to my boyfriend and leave to study abroad.&lt;br /&gt;The initial excitement of our relationship was down and it was turned into routine traditions of every couple. Home, work, home and again work, causal sex now and then. We used to live with our parents, so he used to come late evenings only. He told me he was always busy, but I guess he felt uneasy living with his in-laws. Plus, as we went along his affection and care have gotten smaller, lower, or colder, whatever you wanna name it. I was tired of begging him to kiss me, hold me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, anyways, I think most of you who are married or in long-term relationships understand the setting I was in. Then, that warm summer day, my ex called me. He was in US, as far as I knew, and I was pretty surprised to hear from him. We talked this and that, exchanged greetings etc. and he invited me for a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was excited.  Probably, it was just gloomy days ,that I was spending with my boyfriend, and I just wanted to have some momentum excitement. So, I agreed to meet my ex. Bad decision No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see him, as we had good time. It was nice to see him. We had coffee, he had nostalgic chat, remembering the good times in the past.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bloomingpeaches.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/cheat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 230px;" src="http://bloomingpeaches.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/cheat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, he invited me to see the renovation of his old apartment. This apartment was virtually was our home, when we used to date and it was just few 100 meters away. So, I agreed. Bad decision No.2.&lt;br /&gt;When we went inside, it was all  furniture covered in plastic bags, and floors in white dust from the renovation works. But no one in sight. I asked him, where are the builders and workers. He told me they were off for today. So he knew the house was empty. He held my hand and led me to his old room. It brought sweet memories of when we used to laugh, cuddle, and sleep. Even though, there were no old furniture left, I could close my eyes, and passed months and years would have gone, and I could still see and smell his old room, just like in movies. Then, he kissed me. My heart was racing and ready to explode. He have kissed me so many times before, I was used to it, I knew it, I tasted his lips before like thousand times. But, it was all different this time. He tasted different, his kisses seemed different. I loved my boyfriend, but couldn't resist he kiss of my ex. Somehow, I felt guilty inside, while kissing my ex. It didn't give me the pleasure as it used to. Bad decision No. 3.&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious, he wanted me. My ex was coming on to me. I panicked. I felt guilty. It didn't feel right. I was shacking, I was fighting. My thoughts ran like a lighting through my head "I didn't want this to happen, and how come I am here?" Now, I did not want that excitement that I was so eager to get. It was all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I jumped off from him, wiping my mouth from his kisses. Probably, I looked mad, as he stared at me as if I were. I said "I am sorry, I can't." I fixed my hear, my clothes, and ran out from his apartment. My heart was restless and beating like drum. I was shacking. "What if my boyfriend saw me going in with him? What if he knew what I was doing? What if someone saw us and told him and he assumed I cheated on him?" Those were the random questions that murdered my brain in and out. I ran. I ran until the main road and got the taxi. I was scared. I didn't do the wrongdoing, but could be blames as. I could have lost my loved one and ruined my relationship. In the evening, was I like a little scared kitten. Couldn't go far from my BF, was hugging him, kissing him. Wanted his assurance that he still loves me. I have almost cheated on him. Bad decision No.4: actually gone and married  my boyfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;So, this is the story of me, when I got closest to cheating loved one. It taught me a lesson. As Mongolians say, "If you brave it do it, if not don't even start!"&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/3953336434125944079-3571748615727987782?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3571748615727987782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3571748615727987782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3571748615727987782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3571748615727987782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-time.html' title='I tried to cheat...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8585324480206232817</id><published>2010-01-05T12:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:48:29.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Mongolia</title><content type='html'>What I have found while surfing the net! Informative and funny :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mongolia                &lt;/span&gt;                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S0LDT7_I45I/AAAAAAAABTY/qK5E2rMDj8c/s1600-h/2844308355_aca0b6ea65_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S0LDT7_I45I/AAAAAAAABTY/qK5E2rMDj8c/s200/2844308355_aca0b6ea65_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423111648594944914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Density:                    4.4 people/sq.m&lt;br /&gt;Area:                              1,564,116 sq.km                             &lt;br /&gt;Population:          2,671,000                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Macau (China)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Density: 48,003.5 people/sq.m&lt;br /&gt;Area: 29.2 sq.km&lt;br /&gt;Population:          541,200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                      Mongolia                &lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;Area                                 1,565,000 sq.km                          &lt;br /&gt;Paved road           1,563 km                                                 &lt;br /&gt;Railways     1,815 km                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area 41,526 sq.km&lt;br /&gt;Paved road 104,850 km&lt;br /&gt;Railways 2,808 km&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Mongolia gerbils are wild animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One Mongolian species, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meriones unguiculatus&lt;/span&gt;, also known as the Clawed Jird, is a gentle and hardy animal that has become a popular pet. It was first brought from China to Paris, France in the nineteenth century, and became a popular house pet. It was then brought to the United States in 1954 by Dr. Victor Schwentker for use in research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Offense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you walk on the street and by accident bump into a person, don't be surprised if the other reaches for your hand. Just simply shake the hand or even just touch it to apologize and express that was indeed by accident. The same applies if your legs hit someone else's under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belt and belly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                              If you have trouble distinguishing a Mongolian man                                from a Chinese just by his face, try to discretely                                look down a little bit. If the person wears his                                belt on the belly you can be almost certain he is                                Chinese, but if the belt is below the belly, most                                probably you are dealing with a Mongolian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snooker animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse and camel are very important animals in Mongolia. Even the bridges for playing snooker are called after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking phones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the official statistics don't tell us are the very convenient walking phone booths: In the streets of Ulaanbaatar you will find a big number of so called MobiPhones. Their size is about two times a regular phone, but everywhere you see them at the small kiosks or people just sitting or walking around with them giving you the opportunity to phone for 100 tugrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.mongoluls.net/funnyfacts.shtml"&gt;www.mongoluls.net&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/3953336434125944079-8585324480206232817?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8585324480206232817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8585324480206232817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8585324480206232817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8585324480206232817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2010/01/fun-facts-about-mongolia.html' title='Fun Facts about Mongolia'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/S0LDT7_I45I/AAAAAAAABTY/qK5E2rMDj8c/s72-c/2844308355_aca0b6ea65_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-2197897526862767394</id><published>2009-12-25T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:12:22.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Seasonal Greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SzRz1f-bkXI/AAAAAAAABTA/XgYJEhl9lnw/s1600-h/greeting_card_general.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SzCiLRJqU9I/AAAAAAAABSI/4tSIsYNX9Wo/s400/ct723202.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418008666192892882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6491763424486295100?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6491763424486295100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6491763424486295100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6491763424486295100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6491763424486295100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-have-nice-day.html' title='Friends, have a nice day!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SzCiLRJqU9I/AAAAAAAABSI/4tSIsYNX9Wo/s72-c/ct723202.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7048213123136695173</id><published>2009-12-21T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:03:05.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Comics to cheer you up for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/umedia/20091220/largeimage.bec755a9432fbf1ded71c8dce19400d3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 247px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/a/p/umedia/20091220/largeimage.ce1873b2f000f3470087ac8ce9d3a253.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/comics/dilbert"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From of Yahoo! News - Comics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7048213123136695173?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7048213123136695173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7048213123136695173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7048213123136695173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7048213123136695173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/12/comics-to-cheer-you-up-for-today.html' title='Comics to cheer you up for today'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5091911417055894101</id><published>2009-12-15T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:35:42.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sex or No Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SyhfkwwfxII/AAAAAAAABR4/aUQ_sZSDtmM/s1600-h/30032_611.1192019020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SyhfkwwfxII/AAAAAAAABR4/aUQ_sZSDtmM/s320/30032_611.1192019020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683637081261186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sex is good. It is nice, mind blowing and exciting. But, still cannot understand people who are willing to commit adultery, despite their loving second halves. What I mean is that even when they are happily married, they do look for that additional adrenalin, which actually irreversibly taints their marriage, not depending on if they got caught or not. Lies or secrets will surface sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just ask them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why would you ruin your beautiful life and family just for 20 minute excitement? &lt;/span&gt;They probably don't understand what I mean. Typical answer would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just have to be careful enough to never get caught&lt;/span&gt; with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The real question is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you cheating on your spouse or just yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;talking about sex itself. It's the actual commitment to have sex outside of marital relationship is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;troubles me a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex or no sex? What happens when you cannot get satisfaction from your partner in life? When you don't love the husband/wife anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;So many questions, and I just don't know how to answer them, but deep in my heart I will know that I'm cheating myself, rather than my husband when and IF I commit adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-5091911417055894101?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5091911417055894101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5091911417055894101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5091911417055894101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5091911417055894101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-or-no-sex.html' title='Sex or No Sex'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SyhfkwwfxII/AAAAAAAABR4/aUQ_sZSDtmM/s72-c/30032_611.1192019020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4879017196188494300</id><published>2009-12-01T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:49:03.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>Long time ago, I have composed this poem, or per se "lyrics." But, nobody could and would make it into a song :)  Anybody interested, any brave souls? Could modify it, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was standing there, in the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feeding thoughts to my brain and heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Needing the time for the fresh start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;To embark the life one more time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;This time not here, this time elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I scream to the crowd, I say make it loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, follow me for the new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, go on and free your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, let’s leave and do the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am revenging the fate for its turns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am healing from the deep burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the one who quickly learns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;That the life is not what returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;I scream to the crowd, I say make it loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, follow me for the new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, go on and free your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, let’s leave and do the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;All I have is my dreams and wishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;All I can give is my love and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Otherwise, I am a penniless beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Otherwise, I am a just a poor girl (or boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, follow me for the new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, go on and free your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey you, let’s leave and do the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow me for the new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow me, follow me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(MT, 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4879017196188494300?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4879017196188494300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4879017196188494300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4879017196188494300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4879017196188494300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/12/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-7716621663653403481</id><published>2009-11-26T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:02:33.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A-list fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMA 2009 Red Carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_sigg4Mijekc6bKyzNHFk9QkBXw---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/68/a0/2136333873_6343358005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 364px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_sigg4Mijekc6bKyzNHFk9QkBXw---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/68/a0/2136333873_6343358005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; - the color goes so well with the background, but I gotta admit, this dress looks nice on her. Shoes - not so well, looks so uncomfortable.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggguaAuZmXgo1rRT9vyFj8Wg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/cd/a3/1940019194_73826399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 323px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggguaAuZmXgo1rRT9vyFj8Wg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/cd/a3/1940019194_73826399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; - looks like a bouquet of black roses made from carefully cut black paper. But, I like her hair though :)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggGjSXdGjKYKvWmtZ2Neq5ng---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/9a/94/1829201343_3069844989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 318px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggGjSXdGjKYKvWmtZ2Neq5ng---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/9a/94/1829201343_3069844989.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt; - Love Fergie! So nice! But, don't get that one-eyed man next to her ha ha.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggoiwJz7XatDbRolhlKCUs0A---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/eb/05/1496318409_8434436663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 336px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggoiwJz7XatDbRolhlKCUs0A---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/eb/05/1496318409_8434436663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt; - Yahoo has given her B+ rating. I disagree. This dress looks so dull on her, against her pale skin.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggnwem2AX5p0_5xo0j1lVClA---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/bf/c7/1358231192_3031435765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 362px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggnwem2AX5p0_5xo0j1lVClA---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/bf/c7/1358231192_3031435765.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; could've done so much better! She looks like me at christmas party with poorly chosen outfit. Has she gained weight? What has happened to you?!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggZInhTWXN_41HOImgsWXelQ---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/7b/9c/1654225139_4484501896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 401px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggZInhTWXN_41HOImgsWXelQ---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/7b/9c/1654225139_4484501896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toni Braxton&lt;/span&gt; - 43 years old! Looks younger than me! OMG! Love her gorgeous dress, but somehow I'm having a deja vu, that I've seen this dress somewhere, long time ago?!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggmZ6zmgsDoCH95Nce.BsAtg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/1d/40/1843312166_9380747324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 368px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggmZ6zmgsDoCH95Nce.BsAtg---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/1d/40/1843312166_9380747324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad, bad kitty! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt; in leather?! Who is her image maker or designer! Complete disaster to me!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End let me end this list with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggM7shtH_XMhGJA9Jv6lYavA---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/40/aa/1655609598_9024877403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 390px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/k/im_siggM7shtH_XMhGJA9Jv6lYavA---y626-x495-q75-n1/omg/us/img/40/aa/1655609598_9024877403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood&lt;/span&gt; - perky, fetish, petite lady in silky, champagne colored mini dress. Looks nice and love that accessories!&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photos from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/2009-amas-red-carpet-report-card/3413/2#id=1"&gt;www.omg.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7716621663653403481?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7716621663653403481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7716621663653403481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7716621663653403481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7716621663653403481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/list-fashion.html' title='A-list fashion'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4653267594973986630</id><published>2009-11-25T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:42:22.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Financial (English)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cats-on-tshirts.com/images/cat_designs_280x280/design_pleaseHelp_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.cats-on-tshirts.com/images/cat_designs_280x280/design_pleaseHelp_cat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If we (me and my friends) would conduct Financial training in English, would it be a good idea? Would you be interested? What would be appropriate fee for this kind of training? Any comments, kind suggestions, criticism? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4653267594973986630?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4653267594973986630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4653267594973986630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4653267594973986630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4653267594973986630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/financial-english.html' title='Financial (English)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8602873025571007884</id><published>2009-11-10T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:40:07.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Matter'/><title type='text'>I wanna be below poverty line in Mongolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Adjectives/poor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 189px;" src="http://tell.fll.purdue.edu/JapanProj/FLClipart/Adjectives/poor.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna be below the poverty line in Mongolia. This is how many people feel nowadays. The reason is unorganized, unfocused, unfair social care system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent decision of government to disburse 1 bln MNT (about 700,000USD) to the population below poverty line (around 100,000 ppl) on occasion of swine flu outbreak in Mongolia further driven the above reasoning. This money will buy 500gr of curds and 300gr sea-buckhorn per person. These ingridients are one of local remedies and known to boost the immune system. Will these small amounts help people below poverty line to fight the swine flu? I don't think so. It will be just waste of funds for things that will have minimal effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference of Mongolian poors and countries is that most healthy, young people just don't want to work. Most of it is their fault, no drive to contribute to development of their own mothercountry. On the other hands, it is the fault of State. They are providing such social care system, that drives people to stay below poverty line, because it will provide free shelter, free food, free everything. Most poor people like being and staying poor. It is better to stay home and receive free things than work hard and buy things with the salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/pension/gfx/titlephoto_pension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/pension/gfx/titlephoto_pension.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, in recent times, Mongolian government is taking decisions that are solely focused on subsidizing the poor. However, what about us, the middle class, who are paying the taxes, who are striving to better our lives through our hard labor? Will there be any support for us? NO. All the money goes to the poor, who do not contribute to the society.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it was found that the State used up most of our Pension fund and health care money for something else. Then, when we grow old, who will pay our pension, if there is no money in our pension accounts? This is a classical example of State failing to adhere to best practices of governance. There is no check-and-balance system here. Authorities can take our money and spend it on goat subsidies, to feed the poor, to pay for health care of Parliamentarians, to fund the housing loans for their employees etc. Too sour, too ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to solve this? I guess not many. Change the corrupt and unethical officials. Change the system. Privitize the pension funds. Above all, fight for our rights, our money!&lt;br /&gt;Or we could just be below poverty line and live our lives on "other's sweat."&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/3953336434125944079-8602873025571007884?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8602873025571007884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8602873025571007884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8602873025571007884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8602873025571007884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-be-below-poverty-line-in.html' title='I wanna be below poverty line in Mongolia'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3718421814650542202</id><published>2009-11-04T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:12:45.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Nomadic Mongols and LV in harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you know, fresh new Louis Vuitton boutique have opened up its doors in Ulaanbaatar. My friend sent me link for a blog that tracks LV developments, and there were pictures, that kind of shocked me! You decide, to be shocked, to laugh, or to nod your head for approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/LuxuryAcrossthePrairiesLouisVuittonADinMongolia04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/LuxuryAcrossthePrairiesLouisVuittonADinMongolia04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/LuxuryAcrossthePrairiesLouisVuittonADinMongolia02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/LuxuryAcrossthePrairiesLouisVuittonADinMongolia02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Maybe I don't have a slightest fashion sense, but these look too dorky to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, please visit &lt;a href="http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/tag/louis-vuitton-mongolia"&gt;http://www.louis-vuitton-review.com/tag/louis-vuitton-mongolia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3718421814650542202?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3718421814650542202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3718421814650542202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3718421814650542202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3718421814650542202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/nomadic-mongols-and-lv-in-harmony.html' title='Nomadic Mongols and LV in harmony'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5596970287764107494</id><published>2009-11-04T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:44:52.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Miscommunications (fun)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/517627976_56acdadaaf_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 740px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/517627976_56acdadaaf_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kellogg.northwestern.edu/faculty/zoltners/htm/images/page190-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 409px;" src="http://www.kellogg.northwestern.edu/faculty/zoltners/htm/images/page190-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-5596970287764107494?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5596970287764107494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5596970287764107494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5596970287764107494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5596970287764107494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/miscommunications-fun.html' title='Miscommunications (fun)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/244/517627976_56acdadaaf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6246233247341797863</id><published>2009-11-02T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:55:30.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web'/><title type='text'>Webscape (as in BBC)</title><content type='html'>So, wanted to share pretty interesting websites that could be interesting, useful, etc.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;MagMyPic.com&lt;/a&gt; - Fake magazine covers with your photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.photofunia.com/"&gt;PhotoFunia.com&lt;/a&gt; - Various effects for editing your photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://manybooks.net/"&gt;Manybook.net&lt;/a&gt; - Free E-books everyone for your PDA, iPhone or EBook-readers! :) There are 25,224 eBooks available here and they're all &lt;em&gt;free!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://simplestudies.com/home.htm"&gt;Free Accounting lessons online&lt;/a&gt;! - Free Online Introduction to Accounting Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/"&gt;Zedge.net&lt;/a&gt; - Free themes, ringtones, wallpapers etc. for your mobiles, all free! Just sign up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is all for now. Will share more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6246233247341797863?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6246233247341797863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6246233247341797863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6246233247341797863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6246233247341797863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/webscape-as-in-bbc.html' title='Webscape (as in BBC)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3267141911664036897</id><published>2009-11-02T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:47:00.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>My Apologies</title><content type='html'>My apologies to all of my readers. I was extremely busy last few months, so that completely left my blog. From next week, I will back with fresh new insights, thoughts, and other interesting stuff. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3267141911664036897?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3267141911664036897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3267141911664036897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3267141911664036897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3267141911664036897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5446946108929288029</id><published>2009-10-11T18:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:11:42.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Metrosexual, where are thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24ktstyle.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/hugo-boss-suits-fall-winter-2009-2010-for-men-hugo-boss-black-preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 411px;" src="http://24ktstyle.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/hugo-boss-suits-fall-winter-2009-2010-for-men-hugo-boss-black-preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where are the all nice men? Where are thou? Where have all the romance have gone these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my list of questions wouldn't finish by today. So, let's just be easy and lite and check out,  "Are there fashionable metrosexuals in UB?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, the ideology of metrosexuals are just starting to blossom here in UB. Few metrosexuals are being sighted here and there, but still they are high rarity here in Mongolia. I'm assuming that the reader is familiar with the definition of metrosexual, if not, please look it up from Wiki. So, is it a good thing if there will be more metrosexuals in UB? Yes and no. Yes, because it will highlight the fashion development of Mongolians. On the other hand, no, cause there will be less normal and available single men available for normal ladies, such as me. OK. Enough with blabber and let's see some nice fashion for men. Wish to see such fashionable men on the streets of UB soon, fingers crossed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FALL/WINTER FASHION 2009-2010 - MEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mynexthandbag.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/versace-men-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 353px;" src="http://mynexthandbag.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/versace-men-2009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classical MS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/fashionmatters/files/2009/06/moschinospring-601x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 601px; height: 1024px;" src="http://blog.newsok.com/fashionmatters/files/2009/06/moschinospring-601x1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blast from the past? Remember these dorky hats, East 17 style?&lt;br /&gt;They are back, OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/men-fall-winter-2009-2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 426px;" src="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/men-fall-winter-2009-2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/formal-clothing-and-designer-handbags-for-men-fall-winter-2009-2010-louis-vuitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.myddnetwork.com/clothing-shoes-accessories/wp-content/uploads/formal-clothing-and-designer-handbags-for-men-fall-winter-2009-2010-louis-vuitton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-5446946108929288029?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5446946108929288029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5446946108929288029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5446946108929288029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5446946108929288029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-are-thou.html' title='Metrosexual, where are thou?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3292990852780207677</id><published>2009-10-01T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:47:05.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Ha ha ha.. Ironic? Funny? Or simply mad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3292990852780207677?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3292990852780207677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3292990852780207677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3292990852780207677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3292990852780207677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-ha-ha-ironic-funny-or-simply-mad.html' title='Ha ha ha.. Ironic? Funny? Or simply mad?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5621606286518211710</id><published>2009-09-30T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:15:16.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Mr. Right or Mr. Right-now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/files/Get-online-to-just-chat--270809.pjpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.deccanchronicle.com/files/Get-online-to-just-chat--270809.pjpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, been busy, as usual. Deep and troubling thoughts fill my already depressed head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting someone these days have become "pain in a.." I don't go out socializing, there is no one available in our office. Road that takes me from home to my work and back is already known path. Number of friends is decreasing as years go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Where can I find a man in Mongolia, where preferable place for young people to socialize is bars and discos? I've become this old maiden, who thinks either I'm too good for someone, or someone is too good for me. All the good men are taken. What is leftover, does not suit me at all. Too much pride? Maybe. Hey, but I'm a decent woman, with relatively high education, sophisticated enough, and reasonably well-looking /except my weight :)  /. Shouldn't I expect my prince-on-a-white-horse to be better than me? I think it is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I go online to chat sometimes. And Mongolian chats are truly disturbing. Most of 'em are teenagers, but what they chat about is troubling. Sex, sex, and once again sex.  "Hi, how old are you? Are you cute? I'm alone now, are you alone? Where are you? Do you wanna have sex? I can pay you!" is just normal chat lines in Mongolia. How come, there are no decent people left and they are not chatting? It is the ultimate and unfortunate choice that I have been left with to meet some new people. It is struggle, I assure you, to find "normal" people online these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my Mr. Right, but what I'm finding is Mr. Right-now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic? Definitely!&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/3953336434125944079-5621606286518211710?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5621606286518211710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5621606286518211710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5621606286518211710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5621606286518211710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/09/mr-right-or-mr-right-now.html' title='Mr. Right or Mr. Right-now'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3163094621658352933</id><published>2009-09-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:22:46.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What it takes to be a celebrity in Mongolia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it is a tricky topic, I admit. However, through many years of observation, I have concluded the following. Some Hollywood rules apply here too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.miniih.com/miniiblog/sonjuur/files/Image/normalm0aa1mm3mmjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 219px;" src="http://www.miniih.com/miniiblog/sonjuur/files/Image/normalm0aa1mm3mmjpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a first target, I will discuss how to become a singer/celebrity. In order to become a star singer, you need to have following .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. You have to have nice physical appearance (big boobed babes for &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.banjig.net/d/bb/user_uploads/239476/bx4_67ccc155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 229px;" src="http://img.banjig.net/d/bb/user_uploads/239476/bx4_67ccc155.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;women and hunk style for men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. At least should pretend to sing :) (even though you don't have a real talent, you could always use digital recording studio to upgrade your voice and always mouth the songs on stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Have some connections with already established "stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Release at least 1 or 2 songs (could be pirated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5. And just pretend to be a "star"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.e-pada.com/dbase/_903_bold2_500x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.e-pada.com/dbase/_903_bold2_500x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secondly, what it takes to be an actor(ess) in Mongolia? Again, above rules apply, it is plus if you can "sing," then you can pursue double career actor/singer. Many singers here have become actors later in their careers, such as Mr. Bold, popular pop singer, later an actor, starring in "I Love You -2, " a sequel to famous 80's movie, screening right now in Tengis Cinema. I admit, older generation of Mongolian actors were much more talented. Nowadays, young actors mostly do not regard on their talents and rather on their looks.  Pity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seruuleg.mn/images/news/09070001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.seruuleg.mn/images/news/09070001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Mongolia has small population of 2.7 million, and 1.2 million living in the capital city of Ulaanbaatar, it is pretty easy to become a star, if you want to, compared to market with 20-30 million people. If you are foreigner, wanting to be a star, then I would recommend Mongolia as the pretty easy target. We "worship" foreigners, especially, if you're Caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good luck future star/celebrities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3163094621658352933?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3163094621658352933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3163094621658352933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3163094621658352933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3163094621658352933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-it-takes-to-be-celebrity-in.html' title='What it takes to be a celebrity in Mongolia?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4544465725152674286</id><published>2009-08-06T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:53:49.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>DICTIONARY FOR WOMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Found this on net. Check it out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument&lt;/span&gt; (ar*gyou*ment) n.&lt;br /&gt;A discussion that occurs when you're right, but he hasn't realized it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Airhead&lt;/span&gt; (er*hed) n.&lt;br /&gt;What a woman intentionally becomes when pulled over by a policeman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bar-be-que&lt;/span&gt; (bar*bi*q) n&lt;br /&gt;You bought the groceries, washed the lettuce, chopped the tomatoes, diced the onions, marinated the meat and cleaned everything up, but, he “made the dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blond jokes&lt;/span&gt; (blond jokes) n.&lt;br /&gt;Jokes that are short so men can understand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt; (kant*e*lope) n&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get married in a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clothes dryer&lt;/span&gt; (kloze dri*yer) n.&lt;br /&gt;An appliance designed to eat socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diet Soda &lt;/span&gt;(dy*it so*da) n.&lt;br /&gt;A drink you buy at a convenience store to go with a half pound bag of peanut M&amp;amp;Ms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternity&lt;/span&gt; (e*ter*ni*tee) n.&lt;br /&gt;The last two minutes of a football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt; (ex*er*siz) v&lt;br /&gt;To walk up and down a mall, occasionally resting to make a purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grocery List&lt;/span&gt; (grow*ser*ee list) n.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend ½ an hour writing, then forget to take to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Dresser&lt;/span&gt; (hare dres*er) n.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is able to create a style you will never be able to duplicate again.  See “Magician.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardware Store&lt;/span&gt; (hard*war stor) n&lt;br /&gt;Similar to a black hole in space-if he goes in, he isn't coming out anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Childbirth&lt;/span&gt; (child*birth) n.&lt;br /&gt;You get to go through 36 hours of contractions; he gets to hold your hand and say “focus,...breathe...push...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipstick &lt;/span&gt;(lip*stik) n&lt;br /&gt;On your lips, coloring to enhance the beauty of your mouth.  On his collar, coloring only a tramp would wear...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Park&lt;/span&gt; (park) v./n.&lt;br /&gt;Before children, a verb meaning, “to go somewhere and neck.”  After children, a noun meaning a place with a swing set and slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt; (pa*shens) n.&lt;br /&gt;The most important ingredient for dating, marriage and children.  See also “tranquilizers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waterproof Mascara&lt;/span&gt; (wah*tr*pruf mas*kar*ah) n.&lt;br /&gt;Comes off if you cry, shower, or swim, but will not come off if you try to remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; (val*en*tinez dae) n&lt;br /&gt;A day when you have dreams of a candlelight dinner, diamonds, and romance, but consider yourself lucky to get a card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4544465725152674286?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4544465725152674286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4544465725152674286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4544465725152674286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4544465725152674286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/08/dictionary-for-women.html' title='DICTIONARY FOR WOMEN'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5169902487148350305</id><published>2009-07-16T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:55:27.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friendship is... (proverbs, famous sayings)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/flash_glitter_text/show.swf?message=FRIENDSHIP&amp;amp;font=http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/flash_glitter_text/fonts/plainn_lib.swf&amp;amp;glitter=http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/flash_glitter_text/glitters/glitter1.swf&amp;amp;clickURL=http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/flash_glitter_text/&amp;amp;swfHeight=100&amp;amp;swfWidth=488&amp;amp;bevel=0&amp;amp;shadow=1&amp;amp;glow=1&amp;amp;blur=0&amp;amp;fade=1&amp;amp;blink=0&amp;amp;fontsize=60&amp;amp;num=1" quality="best" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="glitters" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" width="488" height="100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pageplugins.com/generators/flash_glitter_text/"&gt;Custom Glitter Text&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relationships-- of all kinds-- are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***(Kaleel Jamison)***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendship is not about who came first or who cares the most. It is all about who came in your life and never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friendship: a building contract you sign with laughter and break with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To give counsel as well as to take it is a feature of true friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*** (Marcus Tullius Cicero) ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If a man does not make new acquaintance as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, Sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***(Samuel Johnson 1709-1784) ***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-5169902487148350305?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5169902487148350305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5169902487148350305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5169902487148350305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5169902487148350305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/07/friendship-is-proverbs-famous-sayings.html' title='Friendship is... (proverbs, famous sayings)'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-847444974949271319</id><published>2009-07-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:58:43.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Twitter-Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.biojobblog.com/uploads/image/twitter-hashclouds%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.biojobblog.com/uploads/image/twitter-hashclouds%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been lately hanging around the Twitter. Is it that useful? I dunno. Just been following the crowd. Everybody is twittering about the Twitter. Would I recommend it? Probably, to those estranged souls out there to keep in touch with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;As a blog user, I prefer blogs, where I would freely express myself with two page essay he he, or could upload the photo to make my point. But Twitter is like a free sms you send out to the outer space. Fast way to blog, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody could ready your entries in blog or twitter. Is it scary? Yes. Is it fun? Maybe. But then you have the anonymity protection shield. Sometimes, it is more interesting to read blogs that reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;So, what may the future bring to us? Elimination of author books and flourishing of multi-author blogs? From paper to web? Probability of those changes are very likely. For those young, high spirited, free-writers, the time is coming, hang on! Commercial writing will be somehow diminished, and free blogging will take place. That is the tendency in the writers world. Cheers!&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/3953336434125944079-847444974949271319?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/847444974949271319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=847444974949271319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/847444974949271319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/847444974949271319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/07/twitter-mania.html' title='Twitter-Mania'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-2949236276634378119</id><published>2009-06-29T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:24:52.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>This time, I don't regret it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/minnie-mouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.funbumperstickers.com/images/minnie-mouse2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously, about a month ago, I have written an article on regretting some of my actions. This time, I didn't regret it :) It was fun, good, exciting, and fulfilling. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is bit of mental guilt, but whatta f... who gives a damn, when others don't. So, head's up high, walking in my shoes...  So you see, I am trying to change into a human being who cares less, be it good or bad. At the moment, HAPPY! Don't know about tomorrow, but it is given that sun will shine, clouds will glide, moon will appear, stars will be scattered in the sky. So, no need and no time to be sad. eh?!&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/3953336434125944079-2949236276634378119?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/2949236276634378119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=2949236276634378119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2949236276634378119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2949236276634378119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-time-i-dont-regret-it.html' title='This time, I don&apos;t regret it'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1114606641075428311</id><published>2009-06-28T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:26:30.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/5c/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG" border="0" alt="MyHotComments.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/graphics/32118"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-1114606641075428311?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1114606641075428311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1114606641075428311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1114606641075428311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1114606641075428311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-9147594294223453509</id><published>2009-06-26T10:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:11:48.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>R.I.P Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hiphoprx.com/content/uploads/2008/11/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.hiphoprx.com/content/uploads/2008/11/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Michael,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;R.I.P. You've been an inspiration to millions of artists, entertainers, and ordinary people like us. You've been the King of Pop for most of your life, and you rightfully deserve that title. The King! People tried to taint your name, dignity, and reputation, but you overcame that easily. Millions of your fans supported you through difficult times in your life, and you deserved that. Now, when your physical appearance is gone, your work, attitude, talent, and soul will rest within us. Long live the King!&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/3953336434125944079-9147594294223453509?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/9147594294223453509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=9147594294223453509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9147594294223453509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9147594294223453509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael.html' title='R.I.P Michael!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8873680974453414780</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:22:15.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Hunks, I worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://greencotton.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/blog-leonardo_dicaprio-virgin-media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 236px;" src="http://greencotton.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/blog-leonardo_dicaprio-virgin-media.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt; (born November 11, 1974) - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The talented actor, the one I have worshiped for years :) Has this quality that combines good and bad boy appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shoprisingstars.com/images/bruce%20willis%20%2815%20jan%2008%29%20-%208x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 241px;" src="http://shoprisingstars.com/images/bruce%20willis%20%2815%20jan%2008%29%20-%208x10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Bruce Willis&lt;/span&gt; (born March 19, 1955) - German/American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I marry an older man, I want to marry him. Even though he is "old" he still retained his sexy appeal, don't know why, but he is sexy grandpa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Richard%20Gere%20-%201%20-%20300%20-%20Bee%20Season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 286px;" src="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Richard%20Gere%20-%201%20-%20300%20-%20Bee%20Season.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Gere&lt;/span&gt; (born August 31, 1949) - American&lt;br /&gt;The classical example of good boy appearance.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/johnny-depp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/johnny-depp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; (born June 9, 1963) - American&lt;br /&gt;Aah, the bad boy! Love it!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/josh-hartnett%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 268px;" src="http://image.examiner.com/images/blog/wysiwyg/image/josh-hartnett%285%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Hartnett&lt;/span&gt; (born July 21, 1978) - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Has this boyish face, innocent, but has bit of a dark side to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My typical favorite.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/33/Tom_Hanks,_February_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 291px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/33/Tom_Hanks,_February_2004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom Hanks &lt;/span&gt;(born July 9, 1956) - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is the ideal husband type. Funny, sweet, calm, dependable, etc. Well, at least this is how I picture him, as I'm not personally acquainted with him :) But, want my husband to be someone like him.&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/3953336434125944079-8873680974453414780?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8873680974453414780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8873680974453414780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8873680974453414780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8873680974453414780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/hunks-i-worship.html' title='Hunks, I worship'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-775402975047267543</id><published>2009-06-17T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:06:57.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Matter'/><title type='text'>Reputation above all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://globalceo.banjig.net/images/logos/mobicom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 64px;" src="http://globalceo.banjig.net/images/logos/mobicom.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Mobicom, the first and largest mobile operator experienced a technical difficulty, leaving its customers without any network for about 4 hours. I guess, this would not be accceptable in Western, developed market, however, I think it is common thing in Mongolia, where we have power shortages now and then. Yes, in 21st century, we still do have power, water, and heating shortages in the capital city of Ulaanbaatar!&lt;br /&gt;When the leader operator has such big glitches, obviously it kills its reputation, above on its already shaking position. Customers always complain that its price is high and service is poor. Probably, this even will drive down the will and desire of customers to be and stay with Mobicom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, ashamed. In many ways, our country have become highly technologically advanced, but the incfrastructure to uphold and support that system is just not there.  By who, how, and when the infrastructure will be developed enough to support the development of Mongolia is still unknown.&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/3953336434125944079-775402975047267543?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/775402975047267543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=775402975047267543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/775402975047267543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/775402975047267543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/reputation-above-all.html' title='Reputation above all'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4633383523856046491</id><published>2009-06-15T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:37:57.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Falling in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SjZprTKAInI/AAAAAAAABPM/A436I0hSAnE/s1600-h/024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SjZprTKAInI/AAAAAAAABPM/A436I0hSAnE/s400/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347577800146559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn, again in love! When will it end, me falling in love?  I guess most of these "fallings" are crushes, not real love. But people do say "falling in love" so I say the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time, tall, slim guy. Again, very unique, confident leader. His smiles drive me crazy and I've been magnetized by him.  I feel alive and colorful, but am I getting too old for these love-plays? I get frustrated easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well wish me luck! :) Fingers crossed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4633383523856046491?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4633383523856046491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4633383523856046491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4633383523856046491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4633383523856046491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in love'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SjZprTKAInI/AAAAAAAABPM/A436I0hSAnE/s72-c/024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8382461262610988059</id><published>2009-06-09T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:56:19.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Death of the Cleopatra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/05/Guido_Cagnacci_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 537px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/05/Guido_Cagnacci_003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Guido Cagnacci&lt;br /&gt;Title: Death of Cleopatra&lt;br /&gt;Year: 1659&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8382461262610988059?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8382461262610988059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8382461262610988059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8382461262610988059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8382461262610988059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/06/death-of-cleopatra.html' title='Death of the Cleopatra'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6855458657859646527</id><published>2009-05-27T22:13:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:41:16.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What I would and would not do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hawrysio.com/printedmatter/Print_images/N-05-yes_no_bins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.hawrysio.com/printedmatter/Print_images/N-05-yes_no_bins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strange thought crossed my mind the other day. I have attempted to identify things I would do and wouldn't do if someone offered me a million bucks. So here is the list of 10 random things that I have mentally compiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kiss an ugly man, just because I feel pity for him&lt;br /&gt;2. Give 10-20$ to homeless (but wouldn't give it right to their hands, I have to put it somewhere near them, on the ground, or "begging basket" or something, as it is considered bad luck if you put something in their hands, as it takes away your luck :?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Have more babies :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Change my job/occupation&lt;br /&gt;5. Consider writing a book or publishing a magazine&lt;br /&gt;6. Try to be a singer (not only shouting in the karaoke)&lt;br /&gt;7.  Ride on the roller coaster and be scared  :) (which is actually fun!)&lt;br /&gt;8.  Be an actress (its my childhood dream to be an actress, or even comedian)&lt;br /&gt;9.  Do lectures (on any topic, subject - eve though I have fear of speaking in front of many people)&lt;br /&gt;10. Sleep for 24 hours (aahhh... nice :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULDN'T DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marry a man just because he is better off financially or career wise.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hurt someone intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be part of the governmental organization (as they are the real bureaucrats and top inefficiencies of these days in Mongolia)&lt;br /&gt;4. Touch an alive fish (it is too gross ... eyyyaaaaakkkkk)&lt;br /&gt;5. Come near insects (too afraid of them, in fact have a phobia)&lt;br /&gt;6. Be nice to person who is unfair to others and keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;7. Jump with parachute or skydive etc. (afraid of heights)&lt;br /&gt;8. Be surrogate mother (would not give up a child that I have bore for 9-10 months.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Try to be someone I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;10. Intentionally lie to loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6855458657859646527?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6855458657859646527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6855458657859646527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6855458657859646527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6855458657859646527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-would-and-would-not-do.html' title='What I would and would not do'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6420335682498202</id><published>2009-05-18T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:10:25.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The old end is new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://noform.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/yin-yan-flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://noform.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/yin-yan-flor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When one door closes, there is always another door opens for anyone on this world. Such that, the opportunities never seem to end. One's failure is another's opportunity. This is how life goes.&lt;br /&gt;One shouldn't give up just because something failed. Other things will succeed in your life. Thus, DON'T YOU EVER GIVE UP! This is the same motto I repeat to myself everyday. This is what keeps me alive through hardships of daily routine and boring work, through stress and depression, through anything. &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/3953336434125944079-6420335682498202?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6420335682498202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6420335682498202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6420335682498202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6420335682498202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-end-is-new-beganning.html' title='The old end is new beginning'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6533548799642812829</id><published>2009-05-11T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:49:29.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Oops! I did it again ...</title><content type='html'>I think I did it again&lt;br /&gt;I made myself believe we’re more than just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like a crush&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t mean that you’re serious&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause to lose all my senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just so typically me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! … I did it again&lt;br /&gt;I played with my heart, got lost in the game&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;Oops! … I think I ‘m in love&lt;br /&gt;That I’m sent from above&lt;br /&gt;I’m that innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my problem is this&lt;br /&gt;I’m dreaming away&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that heroes, they truly exist&lt;br /&gt;I cry, watching the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see I’m a fool in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;But to lose all my sense&lt;br /&gt;That is just so typically me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I did it again to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Got lost in this game, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Oops! I think that I’m sent from above&lt;br /&gt;I’m that innocent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lyrics was modified to reflect some personal elements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6533548799642812829?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6533548799642812829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6533548799642812829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6533548799642812829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6533548799642812829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops! I did it again ...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3108866777202411209</id><published>2009-05-07T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:14:04.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Saving An Infants Life….The Ultimate Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SgLq4z_OR3I/AAAAAAAABM8/WnROcq1m2N8/s1600-h/BANNER-Bilguun_english.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SgLq4z_OR3I/AAAAAAAABM8/WnROcq1m2N8/s320/BANNER-Bilguun_english.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333083170509047666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cute chubby boy toddler, called Gantulga BILGUUN, has been among us for only two and half years, yet his delicate young life is greatly and unavoidably is threatened by a very rare and unforgiving blood disease. Fortunately, there is a strong will among family and friends that will save his life and with everyone’s assistance, reward a happy and healthy son to his parents and to the society…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bilguun’s Diagnosis: He has a severe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aplastic anemia&lt;/span&gt;. This is a serious life-threatening disease characterized by bone marrow failure disorder i.e. low or no natural blood cell production that eventually leads to absolute level of immune suppression, which will certainly result in his death. Aplastic anemia can be a curable disease with proper care and medicine and a long term survival effectiveness is expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Treatment: Hematopoietic stem cell transplantation. (HSCT) It’s expected that this sophisticated and multi-stage treatment would cost a minimum of USD 90,000, if there is no further complication arises.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The “Good Will – Philanthropic Act” movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A group of youth with a strong goodwill and encouraged by strong determination, decided that they cannot afford this disease claim our off-spring’s life anymore… even such an unforgiving and fearful disease appears around the corner, we – all willed people can unite and stand together against it to save Bilguun’s life, no matter what…&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sacrifices are ours and we are prepared to assist Bilguun.&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This energetic youth group held several volunteer meetings and subsequently started the Good Will – Philanthropic Act movement. You are very welcome to join us anytime and anywhere at our temporary office or simply connect through the cyber world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goal and Scope of the movement&lt;br /&gt;Goal: The goal is to save Bilguun’s life and return happy and healthy Bilguun to his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scope: To collaborate with those who want to help Bilguun , including volunteer public media (tv, radio, newspaper, magazine), webpages, companies, freelancers and individuals in order to bring ultimate success to the charity movement within Mongolia and by Mongolians who live abroad. Also we are looking forward to cooperate with foreign organization, which have similar goals and mandates.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your kind support needed&lt;br /&gt;You can help us too…in any way…morally, physically and materially&lt;br /&gt;Even, you think it’s a small gesture, your help and consideration can bring immense hope and encouragement to us and Bilguun…&lt;br /&gt;We are collecting donations at trust accounts that are opened under Bilguun’s mother – Mrs. Bat-Tsoodol UNDARMAA and under his own name as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you wish to support us and help Bilguun to regain his life which is rapidly fading away then please take a moment and say a prayer and think that no amount is small for his needs.&lt;br /&gt;The donation account details are as to the follows;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golomt Bank&lt;/span&gt;, Account Number: MNT 1605001450 or USD 1605001451 (Beneficiary: B. Undarmaa)&lt;br /&gt;Or otherwise you may want to donate Bilguun directly at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XAAH Bank&lt;/span&gt;. Account Number MNT 5026556348 or USD 5026556359 (Beneficiary: G. Bilguun)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please visit : &lt;a href="http://www.sainuils.mn/"&gt;www.sainuils.mn&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&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/3953336434125944079-3108866777202411209?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3108866777202411209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3108866777202411209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3108866777202411209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3108866777202411209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/05/saving-infants-lifethe-ultimate-gift.html' title='Saving An Infants Life….The Ultimate Gift'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SgLq4z_OR3I/AAAAAAAABM8/WnROcq1m2N8/s72-c/BANNER-Bilguun_english.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6287518577713909348</id><published>2009-05-04T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:32:21.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Can somebody help me?</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to update my blog template and turn it into 3 column template. However, I'm experiencing problems related to HTML code, of which obviously I have no clue. Can somebody help me to tweak the codes so that the two side-columns and main body will distribute evenly and look nice? Otherwise, it gets scrambled into one place. Oh... wish I could understand these numbers, letters, and symbols :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6287518577713909348?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6287518577713909348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6287518577713909348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6287518577713909348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6287518577713909348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-somebody-help-me.html' title='Can somebody help me?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3837851438796125838</id><published>2009-04-30T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:51:07.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.studentservices.utas.edu.au/equity/just_talk/U%20of%20Tas%201.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.studentservices.utas.edu.au/equity/just_talk/U%20of%20Tas%201.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I don't like racism and discrimination, but I do them both. I don't like people who are arrogant or just simply stupid. I discriminate people who come from countryside to UB. Taxi drivers nowadays are mostly people from rural areas, who came here looking for better life. They do not know the city, thus it is a great pain taking taxi with such drivers, you have to show every move, turn, and street to them. Then again, their cars are so dirty, as they used to in their villages. Not even close to standard of norms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I discriminate and call people "rednecks" whenever I see funny and &lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span class="near"&gt;nonconformist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; behavior. I believe, if you're from rural areas and settling in the city, you should learn to behave like urban citizen. Am I that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then peole discriminate me because of my looks. Are they bad too? How can we overcome such problems, when we, ourselves, discrimnate others because of their looks, gender, interests, or something that we don't like and see as abnormal? Or should be strive to overcome it or just accept it as well as one of the undividable traits?&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma...&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/3953336434125944079-3837851438796125838?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3837851438796125838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3837851438796125838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3837851438796125838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3837851438796125838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/04/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4648123910524961185</id><published>2009-04-26T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:29:42.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Regret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nylarej.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/regret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://nylarej.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/regret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I had done what I wanted to do for long time. I longed for it for so long. But somehow, I feel regret now. Maybe because it wasn't  what I have imagined ot would be, or maybe because I thought so much of it. I dunno. Feels weird. As if I did something that I wasn't suppose to do. How to live my life further like this? This is so sickening. I want it, then when I do it, I regret it. So frustrating. Wish I could change myself for the better, for the one who doesn't care as much as I do now... Feels like crying...&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/3953336434125944079-4648123910524961185?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4648123910524961185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4648123910524961185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4648123910524961185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4648123910524961185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/04/regret.html' title='Regret?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6413985327021408195</id><published>2009-04-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:45:41.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Local vs. Foreign</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.nationmultimedia.com/home/blog_data/542/542/images/wife-waiting-for-husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 222px;" src="http://blog.nationmultimedia.com/home/blog_data/542/542/images/wife-waiting-for-husband.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The question of boyfriends and husbands for Mongolian single ladies. The current situation is very peculiar in our country. The statistics show that the gender ratio is fairly even 51:49 or somewhat close to this ratio. However, the real ratio is different from above. Most men are gone to work abroad, while kids, elders, and women have stayed at home. For young single ladies, it become hard to find quality BFs and husbands. Most men who are left are usually very young between ages 18-25, with low education and life experience. Thus, for highly educated ladies this is not the optimal options. Also, the society still disapproves relationship between older woman and younger man. Next category of men are between ages of 25-35. These are potential suitors for single ladies, however good ones are taken, and lazy and troubles ones are left, leaving no choice for poor girls. The older man, (35+) who are successful,  are usually bald, fat, and womanizers. Thus, leaving no "cherry picking" for singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, foreign men are entering into the "dating"  market in last few years, adding variety to the alternatives to local men. On the contrary, foreign men also do have cons and pros compared to local men. Most foreigners who come to this country are from China and Korea. Obviously, good ones do not look for wives in foreign countries. Only leftovers come. And again, no good for Mongolian women. There are some good men, who come to our country as experts. These are the main targets of most single and highly educated ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, few words about Mongolian women. Some ladies needs to be praised as they strive to live in such harsh world, developing themselves and taking care of their families and relatives. They value life much more than others. Other types of girls, include the ones who seek "easy" life. Money, fame, and beauty is all to them. Most of younger generations are confined to very "capital" oriented ideas of life. I shouldn't judge them, as it is their liberty, their right to want and value life however they want to. And lastly, probably there are other women, who do not belong to above groups, who are very quite, gray in their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate choice of boyfriends and husbands lay in hands of Mongolian women, whether to choose local or foreign. Many cons and pros could be listed for both local and foreign. Individual cases need individual approach and judgment, thus GOOD LUCK LADIES!&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/3953336434125944079-6413985327021408195?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6413985327021408195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6413985327021408195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6413985327021408195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6413985327021408195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/04/local-vs-foreign.html' title='Local vs. Foreign'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8616518544102678391</id><published>2009-03-15T11:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:29:56.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/Sb8m5D5w-xI/AAAAAAAABJg/FlmKIVCnEgU/s1600-h/1108000.230526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/Sb8m5D5w-xI/AAAAAAAABJg/FlmKIVCnEgU/s200/1108000.230526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314008847062465298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess every one of us has some kind of phobia, be it mild or strongly expressed in our actions. For example, I have a very strong phobia for insects, which is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entomophobia&lt;/span&gt;, and mild phobia for wild animals - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agrizoophobia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are like thousands of phobia types. I'll just list some of them:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ablutophobia&lt;/span&gt; - Fear of washing or bathing (dirty little .... )&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allodoxaphobia&lt;/span&gt; - Fear of opinions. (no opinion, very dumb, or perhaps peaceful?)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aurophobia&lt;/span&gt; - Fear of gold (uuuh, would love to have this, as this will decrease my greed)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bibliophobia&lt;/span&gt; - Fear of books (oh come on, just another reason not to do homework)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caligynephobia&lt;/span&gt;- Fear of beautiful women (would love to have this kind of man as a husband , ha ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorophobia&lt;/span&gt;- Fear of dancing (oohh, poor thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, had my fun. Didn't mean to offend anyone, sorry if I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8616518544102678391?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8616518544102678391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8616518544102678391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8616518544102678391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8616518544102678391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/03/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/Sb8m5D5w-xI/AAAAAAAABJg/FlmKIVCnEgU/s72-c/1108000.230526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-9103391879499599683</id><published>2009-02-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:23:18.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Soon to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spacepimping.com/graphics/myspace-happy-birthday-graphics/HappyBirthday62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.spacepimping.com/graphics/myspace-happy-birthday-graphics/HappyBirthday62.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon to be, my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was born on Feb 22. Three number 2s. Nice, isn't it? I remember that I have celebrated my 20th birthday in Feb 22, 2000, which was Tuesday. Good and creepy coincidence. Then another one when I turned  22 on Feb 22, 2002. Creepy..?!&lt;br /&gt;Last few years, been not so keen to celebrate my birthday. What is the use, when I'm getting older year by year, month by month, and day by day :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways. Happy Birthday to everyone who were born on Feb 22!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ya'l!&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/3953336434125944079-9103391879499599683?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/9103391879499599683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=9103391879499599683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9103391879499599683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9103391879499599683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/02/soon-to-be.html' title='Soon to be...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1221481669927071068</id><published>2009-01-15T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:37:16.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serious Matter'/><title type='text'>What will be your last wish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SXA2Nzi1FuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IxtefIUVsMc/s1600-h/h_LivingLegacy_hor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SXA2Nzi1FuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IxtefIUVsMc/s200/h_LivingLegacy_hor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291789172962825954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever dreamed of scuba diving or flying to the space, but never had the courage, means, and opportunity to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fortunately (or unfortunately) there are new opportunities are opening up everyday. Let's say, you never had the chance to fulfill your wildest dreams. Then, you might want to do it in" after-life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SXA232nw_VI/AAAAAAAABIY/hkuo3sY0YRs/s1600-h/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SXA232nw_VI/AAAAAAAABIY/hkuo3sY0YRs/s200/cover.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291789895343340882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several rather weird services are being offered around the globe. If you wish, you can fly to space and dive under-sea, ...  after you die. I know, it sounds weird, scary, and troubling for the weak minded. However, we all die at the end, so why not think about it now. I know I'm not going to die soon, but it is worth to think about it, he he he. Call me weird, but is it going to change the fact that we die someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the services that you might have a look. Probably, by the time I die, these services will be in variety and less costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. If you wanna go underwater: &lt;a href="http://www.eternalreefs.com/"&gt;http://www.eternalreefs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Flying to space when you die? Here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.memorialspaceflights.com/"&gt;http://www.memorialspaceflights.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.professionaljeweler.com/pjicons/archives/jan03/0103dn02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.professionaljeweler.com/pjicons/archives/jan03/0103dn02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Or you want your loved ones to keep you and carry you for rest of their lives? Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifegem.com/"&gt;http://www.lifegem.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/3953336434125944079-1221481669927071068?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1221481669927071068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1221481669927071068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1221481669927071068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1221481669927071068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-will-be-your-last-wish.html' title='What will be your last wish?'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SXA2Nzi1FuI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IxtefIUVsMc/s72-c/h_LivingLegacy_hor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8087560150537413931</id><published>2008-12-26T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:36:22.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moneywalks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/happy-new-years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.moneywalks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/happy-new-years.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slackermanager.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/j0309665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.slackermanager.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/j0309665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-8087560150537413931?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8087560150537413931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8087560150537413931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8087560150537413931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8087560150537413931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-5066110064356102644</id><published>2008-12-22T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:39:00.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beautiful love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SU99rIHF8xI/AAAAAAAABH4/NYvWbKoyDUY/s1600-h/sub1_con2_p79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SU99rIHF8xI/AAAAAAAABH4/NYvWbKoyDUY/s320/sub1_con2_p79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282579067793961746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night, I have watched KBS World. There was show called "Chitchat with Beautiful Ladies." Multicultural talk show with Korean and foreign women, exchanging their experience and views on foreign and Korean cultures. Well, it got my attention alright. But it turned into something I have never expected. On the panel speakers, there was one Mongolian girls, T.Zolzaya! Obviously I was proud. But then things turned like magic. This girlie talk show turned into romantic dream. One guy confessed in love with one of the panelists and came to the show. And guess what? It was the ex-boyfriend of Zolzaya!!! So, romantic, so cute! Oh my god! It was better than any movie I ever watched. My heart melted and my eyes were teary. I cried! Here is the links to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=885HMZk64s8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=885HMZk64s8&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not find the one with English subtitle. I don't speak Korean, if you do... just watch and melt your heart. Beautiful story!&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/3953336434125944079-5066110064356102644?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/5066110064356102644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=5066110064356102644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5066110064356102644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/5066110064356102644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-love-story.html' title='Beautiful love story'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SU99rIHF8xI/AAAAAAAABH4/NYvWbKoyDUY/s72-c/sub1_con2_p79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-898994787961065890</id><published>2008-12-01T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:28:44.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>At least I should...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/STS7Vi1WtBI/AAAAAAAABHw/8t1FOuCGf8M/s1600-h/Half_Dead_by_mc2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/STS7Vi1WtBI/AAAAAAAABHw/8t1FOuCGf8M/s320/Half_Dead_by_mc2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275047042359931922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning/day/evening to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last few weeks have been busy, busy weeks for me. I have changed my job and now I'm a "busy"ness woman :) However, sometimes one just have to pull him/herself from the work and give yourself time to relax. And, I am doing exactly that right now :) I'm updating my dear blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has snowed last two days here in UB. It is beautiful and refreshing. The air is more clear and clean, during morning and day times. Obviously, it is awful at night time, as usual, full with fumes and smokes coming from ger area. Officials, talked and talked like some kind of parrots for years, to diminish the air pollution in UB, but nothing significant has been done.&lt;br /&gt;With bad air comes the health problems. The number of young and elders with cold and flu symtoms accepted to hospital wards have dramatically increased, pointing to an urgent need for drastic actions to remove the air pollutants from the city.&lt;br /&gt;That aside, one more bad thing, which everybody knows, is traffic. The city was planned for no more than 500,000 people, and its capacity has been overfilled long time ago, when the city residents exceeded 1 million, somewhere in 2004-2005. I wonder how people live in bigger and more crammed cities like New York or Hong Kong? The number of vehicles is increased by 20-30,000 annually. Imagine, little tiny roads, with more than 150,000 cars. Every 8th person drives in the city, ke ke. Very funny.&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I got off my steam by writing depressing stuff. Enjoy the day people! :)&lt;br /&gt;Later!&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/3953336434125944079-898994787961065890?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/898994787961065890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=898994787961065890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/898994787961065890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/898994787961065890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-least-i-should.html' title='At least I should...'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/STS7Vi1WtBI/AAAAAAAABHw/8t1FOuCGf8M/s72-c/Half_Dead_by_mc2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4557259740125375805</id><published>2008-11-18T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:58:12.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Oh man ... sorry ya'll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SSKM7SyTbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/8CxuLUfTO64/s1600-h/sorry-58933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SSKM7SyTbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/8CxuLUfTO64/s320/sorry-58933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269929464259898674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh man! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scratching my head and rubbing my hands&lt;/span&gt;) It's been like weeks since my last post. Been bit busy though, with ma job, myself, etc. Sometimes life is so hectic, that you don't have time even for yourself. So, I guess it was one of those times. Argued with some of ma online and even real life friends as well. Guess,  I'm stressed. As you know, it was 15th anniversary of the company that I work for. The logistics was huge and everybody was pitching in to make the events happen for more than thousand people :)&lt;br /&gt;So, now you think I'm better off and relatively free? Well, partly yes and partly no :) We have a new boss, thus we are just packed with new jobs or old ones and we are starting where it is left off. Overall, big changes happened and we are stressed :)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual in my private life, as a single mom in town. There are literally thousands of them here in UB anyways, I guess I'm not taboo in this culture anymore he he he :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I am putting this photo on my post, but I love it. This cute puppy saying "I'm sorry!" :)&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/3953336434125944079-4557259740125375805?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4557259740125375805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4557259740125375805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4557259740125375805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4557259740125375805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-man-sorry-yall.html' title='Oh man ... sorry ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>MT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04143225783615938896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SRuP_qbKngI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zbcu_yHAOik/S220/Image016-001_blured.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k6XYei0KL4A/SSKM7SyTbTI/AAAAAAAAABc/8CxuLUfTO64/s72-c/sorry-58933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4547830856029366349</id><published>2008-11-03T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:19:51.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SQ7QK7VmrHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GbdeyMeZrq4/s1600-h/1172270909_Happy+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SQ7QK7VmrHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GbdeyMeZrq4/s200/1172270909_Happy+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264373900588264562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to all the people who were born on November 3! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Especially to my lovely daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&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/3953336434125944079-4547830856029366349?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4547830856029366349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4547830856029366349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4547830856029366349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4547830856029366349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SQ7QK7VmrHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/GbdeyMeZrq4/s72-c/1172270909_Happy+Birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-401889341477876600</id><published>2008-10-21T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:21:03.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Why do we even bother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SP056shTyTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q_N7E4HROuc/s1600-h/1222956697_80589309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SP056shTyTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q_N7E4HROuc/s200/1222956697_80589309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259423620384672050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do we even bother to lift our asses from the bed each morning? Why do I bother to wake up and sleep walk to the kitchen and prepare breakfast? It was gloomy bit breezy morning of October 21, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;Weatherman said it'll snow, still gloomy, but no snow yet. Winter is coming, people. Get your warm clothes, prepare your hats and mittens. It is going to be a snow fight soon :)&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up... I smell coffee... Need a cig...&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/3953336434125944079-401889341477876600?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/401889341477876600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=401889341477876600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/401889341477876600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/401889341477876600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-do-we-even-bother.html' title='Why do we even bother'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SP056shTyTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/q_N7E4HROuc/s72-c/1222956697_80589309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-1572080630166953803</id><published>2008-10-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:22:27.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Living Next Door to ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLzm77gQAoI/AAAAAAAAASs/XjTTLQOcp34/s1600-h/steps091807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLzm77gQAoI/AAAAAAAAASs/XjTTLQOcp34/s200/steps091807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241317983612043906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oh, I don't know why she's leaving, Or where she's gonna go, I guess she's got her reasons, But I just don't want to know, 'Cos for twenty-four years I've been living next door to Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Who the fuck is Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt; This is what we sing at the karaoke he he.&lt;br /&gt;Living next door to someone is a privilege and also a burden. Nowadays, getting to know  our neighbors is a weird, scarce chance in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.&lt;br /&gt;In old times, Mongolian nomads, used to know each other well, even though the next door neighbor would be in 2-3 km. Strangers were no strangers, people were friendly and warm.&lt;br /&gt;What happened when people started urbanizing? They have become more estranged, more cold to next door neighbors. One barely seen its next door neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;We need good relationship with our neighbors, but when you approach someone, they'll raise their eyebrows, be shocked and close their door on your nose.&lt;br /&gt;So weird. It used to be so different, when I was a child. I used to play with girls from my apartment building. And now, I am afraid to let my child go outside by its own. Mistrust, fear have grown deeply in our hearts. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-1572080630166953803?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1572080630166953803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1572080630166953803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1572080630166953803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1572080630166953803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/living-next-door-to.html' title='Living Next Door to ...'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLzm77gQAoI/AAAAAAAAASs/XjTTLQOcp34/s72-c/steps091807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6390759224766965600</id><published>2008-10-20T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:22:47.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>My heart is empty and its lost&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the frost&lt;br /&gt;Paused its search for love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6390759224766965600?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6390759224766965600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6390759224766965600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6390759224766965600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6390759224766965600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-2943065700474127523</id><published>2008-10-13T10:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:34:58.558+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Made In Mongolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has been almost a year, since I started this blog. When I look back, most of my articles were somewhat criticizing. I do like to criticize, but obviously there has to be some threshold to it. I do not manufacture anything, I do not produce and goods or services, in fact I do not contribute any good ideas or solutions to the society. So who am I to criticize? However, this is my personal space, thus I write whatever I want to, that is to exercise my freedom of speech.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this time I want to write something that I and my fellow citizens of Mongolia all should be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPKxPTKpVMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/cty8HOCmkH4/s1600-h/avtobus-middle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPKxPTKpVMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/cty8HOCmkH4/s200/avtobus-middle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256458591495869634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Trolleybus.&lt;/span&gt; We are making our very own trolleybus. Previously, Mongolia imported trolleybuses from Russia. Now, we can produce electricity and trolleybus domestically, making some part of our public transportation independent from fuel (mostly imported from Russia) and machinery (also imported from Russia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPKyndIfh9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OdjotVKMYaw/s1600-h/ModeMadeInMongolia+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPKyndIfh9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/OdjotVKMYaw/s200/ModeMadeInMongolia+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256460105999681490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Cashmere products.&lt;/span&gt; As the world knows, Mongolia is famous for its good quality, low price cashmere products. There are many manufacturers that produce fashionable goods from cashmere, such as Gobi, Goyo, Altai Cashmere, etc. Only things missing here  are good marketing techniques and competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPK7bb3xYqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bD_Jmu5RRdA/s1600-h/Growing_Up_in_A_Dump_girl_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPK7bb3xYqI/AAAAAAAAAW4/bD_Jmu5RRdA/s200/Growing_Up_in_A_Dump_girl_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256469795107332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. People.&lt;/span&gt; Given the rough weather, high inflation, low salaries, and inadequate health services, Mongolian people are still striving to live full life. We see light in every darkness comes upon us. We jumped with joy when Mongolians won two gold medals from Beijing Olympics. We forgave the Government for the July 1 riots and 6 deaths. Every citizen is doing his/her best to contribute to the economy, to better their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPLBrkHh0MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SB3yj1moKU4/s1600-h/363px-Hakuho_May07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPLBrkHh0MI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SB3yj1moKU4/s200/363px-Hakuho_May07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256476669268578498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Sumo.&lt;/span&gt; Mongolian wrestlers are dominating Japanese Sumo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only few examples of things that makes me cry when our national anthem sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be Mongolian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-2943065700474127523?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/2943065700474127523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=2943065700474127523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2943065700474127523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2943065700474127523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/10/made-in-mongolia.html' title='Made In Mongolia'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SPKxPTKpVMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/cty8HOCmkH4/s72-c/avtobus-middle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3705365056153319884</id><published>2008-10-06T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:13:13.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Bye My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOm8KvnyWII/AAAAAAAAAWY/c2fh7UUgzi4/s1600-h/1222957280_80606292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOm8KvnyWII/AAAAAAAAAWY/c2fh7UUgzi4/s200/1222957280_80606292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253937333072451714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it has been almost half-year, since my friend Ots started whining about my blog. He said it was interesting, but it was all about me. He didn't like the fact that there was nothing about my friends, especially about him he he. So, here we go. This piece is dedicated to you Ots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He worked with me for the last 13 months. We shared the same office hall, same interests, same smoking area, and in fact, we had same type of cars. We used to be good friends, smoking buddies, gossipers, and coworkers. His wife is pretty and successful, his son is cute and clever. He has a good career ahead of him. I envy him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, he left us for better future.  I obviously support his decision and wish him well.  All of us at the company, wish you good luck and will always miss your distinct laugh Ots :) Hope we will remain good friends for many years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3705365056153319884?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3705365056153319884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3705365056153319884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3705365056153319884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3705365056153319884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-my-friend.html' title='Bye My Friend'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOm8KvnyWII/AAAAAAAAAWY/c2fh7UUgzi4/s72-c/1222957280_80606292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6799540187258547813</id><published>2008-09-30T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:13:21.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Been depressed lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOHbUvLisRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NYBYoaYJEDE/s1600-h/bolovsrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOHbUvLisRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NYBYoaYJEDE/s200/bolovsrol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251719789799452946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been writing veeery serious and veeery depressing stuff lately. Please accept my apologies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to lighten up. Let us take the fun test, which will reveal truth about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(***DO NOT LOOK AT THE KEYS YET, OTHERWISE IT WILL BE RUINED!!!***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Please put numbers 1 to 11 vertically.&lt;br /&gt;2. On 1 and 2, please put some numbers between 2 and 22.&lt;br /&gt;3. On 3, please put any name of opposite sex that you know.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any name of friend or relative, could be male or female.&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeat the step in 4 (any name of friend or relative).&lt;br /&gt;6. Repeat the step in 5.&lt;br /&gt;7. Please put any name of opposite sex that you know.&lt;br /&gt;8. Any song name that you like&lt;br /&gt;9. Any song name that you like&lt;br /&gt;10. Any song name that you like&lt;br /&gt;11. Any song name that you like&lt;br /&gt;12. Now, make a wish!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. Now, let us see if that will come true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after you finished writing everything, let's crack the codes written in these 11 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keys to the test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Sum up the numbers on No. 1 and No. 2, tell about this test to the people, equal to this number of people.&lt;br /&gt;b. No.3 - this is your love at the moment&lt;br /&gt;c. No. 4 - you care about this person a lot&lt;br /&gt;d. No. 5 - this person know about you a lot&lt;br /&gt;e. No.6 - this person will bring you luck&lt;br /&gt;f. No.7 - you like this person, but you cannot be together&lt;br /&gt;g. No. 8 - this statement is related to the person stated in No.3&lt;br /&gt;h. No. 9 - this statement is related to the person stated in No.7&lt;br /&gt;i. No.10 -  expresses who you are and explaining you to the world&lt;br /&gt;j. No. 11 - shows how you see "the life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Courtesy of my friends and some blogs that have posted above test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-6799540187258547813?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6799540187258547813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6799540187258547813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6799540187258547813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6799540187258547813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/been-depressed-lately.html' title='Been depressed lately'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SOHbUvLisRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/NYBYoaYJEDE/s72-c/bolovsrol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-6469609395694223720</id><published>2008-09-29T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:30:21.105+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Awaiting for My Prince... at 30s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h117/ruoyu/werenevermeantto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 174px;" src="http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h117/ruoyu/werenevermeantto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still awaiting for my prince, I've become no longer a princess but an old maid. Ke ke ke. Ironic, but true. Too long to wait, too many nights spent alone. Still cannot find the true man. One is too short, one is alcoholic, one is unemployed, one is too fat, one is too brutal, etc, etc. This list will go one for so long that might little cute hands might get tired. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What to do? Wait. But for how long? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt; This is the conversation I have with myself. Have I missed my one knight or he has not arrived yet? Or even worse, he will never show up? Ke ke ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to please a woman at such age (I'm not that old, but will not be considered young by many) with her little, but vital experience, with her already biased opinions towards men. It is hard to affect her lifestyle as well. She is used to getting things done and placed her away. She will be bossy, less caring, less romantic, less flexible. What kind of man she wants? More caring, more romantic, more flexible, but well established. Do you see the contrast? Can you point at the disparity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, poor women like me, wait and wait, dreaming of their Prince on the White Horse, who in reality will be either young homeboy with no life experience, or well established cold hearted "master," or man by appearance and baby by heart, or ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unlimited list&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to complain, just here to tell you our stories. Our side of the  ridiculous and ironic poetry, which is so beautifully written with pain, loneliness, and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we want?! WE DON'T KNOW :)&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/3953336434125944079-6469609395694223720?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/6469609395694223720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=6469609395694223720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6469609395694223720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/6469609395694223720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/awaiting-for-my-prince-at-30s.html' title='Awaiting for My Prince... at 30s'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-4131515890016094379</id><published>2008-09-24T11:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:45:33.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Nine words women use...</title><content type='html'>To all men out there, please read this warning message :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fine &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Five Minutes&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.  Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with Nothing usually end in Fine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Go Ahead&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 5. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Loud Sigh&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about Nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of Nothing.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;That’s Okay&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you’re welcome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; Is a women’s way of saying F*** OFF! or F*** YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Don’t worry about it, I got it&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking ‘What’s wrong?’ For the woman’s response refer to #3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy of Internet Search :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/3953336434125944079-4131515890016094379?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4131515890016094379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4131515890016094379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4131515890016094379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4131515890016094379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/nine-words-women-use.html' title='Nine words women use...'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-8506949705596559876</id><published>2008-09-22T09:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:39:51.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Homer Simpson vs. Mr.Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://studio2628.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/homer_simpson-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://studio2628.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/homer_simpson-41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://samueljscott.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/homer_simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 166px;" src="http://samueljscott.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/homer_simpson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Homer J. Simpson, the legendary character from longest running cartoon show, The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is representative of men, who is: kind, lazy, relaxed, loyal and loving husband, likes to drink, good at his heart, but lacks the initiative to show it. I think he represents most family men, who does not know how to cook, but would feed the family somehow in times of need; loves his wife, but have no good communication tools; lazy, but would somehow finds his way out of financial crisis for his family; not sexy, but good and kind; bald and with beer belly, and obviously not confident and not funny when it comes to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blackbookmag.com/ee/images/uploads2/chris-noth-satcs-mr-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.blackbookmag.com/ee/images/uploads2/chris-noth-satcs-mr-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another type of men, like Mr.Big in Sex and the City. Successful, and obviously  not family type. Hard working, elegant, never drinks too much, bit cold, calculative and selfish.  In other words, good behaving - bad boy. Women are attracted to this type of city men more than to family type, 'cause they promise more excitement, more adventure,  more confident, knows what he and women want, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What women really want is a guy that has confidence. A guy that can see them, want to start a conversation and in that moment – be able to walk over and actually start an interaction with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is only at the beginning of the relationship. When relationship becomes serious, as Kerry Bradshaw, women expect Mr.Big type to change to more of Homer type. Women expect city single man turn into country family man. Is it possible? Not likely, only when men themselves want to change, it could happen. You cannot turn dog into a cat or vice verse. Obviously, single confident guys would want to build a family one day.  How will they transform themselves, is mystery to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the choice is ours, who do we want. Hard headed Mr.Big or softy Homer Simpson?&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/3953336434125944079-8506949705596559876?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8506949705596559876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8506949705596559876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8506949705596559876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8506949705596559876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/homer-simpson-vs-mrbig.html' title='Homer Simpson vs. Mr.Big'/><author><name>MKH</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-400440048644430713</id><published>2008-09-16T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:13:32.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>It is Tuesday, alright ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://finifenmaa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://finifenmaa.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/confused___by_mushy_pea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, another Tuesday dawns upon us. Second day of a new week. I don't know if it is new day, new week anymore. Is it really NEW or just continuum of old?&lt;br /&gt;What is new? When you wish for fresh new start, don't you wish for "blank page"? I do. But, as reality hits, there is never a "blank page." It is always somehow branded, written on, or drawn on. For example, let us examine new baby. It is already written within his/her genes that she will have certain attitudes, behavior, and looks inherited from his/her parents. So, it is not brand new. Or what about new inventions or technologies? It is never brand new. It always inherits some of its components from the old. So, the saying "New is forgotten old" is true. If I want to start new things, it will be influenced by my prejudice, experience, and biased by external information. So even the start is not a start, it is just a continuation of old. Too philosophical? I know.&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/3953336434125944079-400440048644430713?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/400440048644430713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=400440048644430713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/400440048644430713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/400440048644430713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-tuesday-alright.html' title='It is Tuesday, alright ...'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-4852027715592275174</id><published>2008-09-11T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:13:43.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What&apos;s up pussy cat'/><title type='text'>Weird but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SMihXE8mgqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9I4doQeCmos/s1600-h/to+the+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SMihXE8mgqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9I4doQeCmos/s200/to+the+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244619183909929634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was very weird to see him for the second time. But when I see him, my knees go weak, I feel butterflies in my stomach. He is not handsome or flashy. He is not confident. He is just a guy. Nothing special, and yet I feel like a small girl when I see him. My cheeks blush. Thank god that we do not meet everyday, otherwise, I guess, I would have gone to him to ask his phone number. How dumb of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" I ask myself. Why this guy that make me weak and strong at the same time. Is he my type? Well, maybe outside, but personality is not. I don't know anymore what I like in guys. Strong guys obviously lure me with their confidence, knowledge, experience, ability to live. Soft guys also face-promise the warmth, care, and love. Been searching for the golden middle and yet not found him. Man oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so special about him? He has very quite and soft voice. His eyes! It is magnetizing! I cannot stop myself from looking at his  eyes when he appears in front of me. I know it is just lust, but it makes me feel alive! I feel alive! Please, be next to me, to feel that rush of blood, excitement, and adrenalin!&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/3953336434125944079-4852027715592275174?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4852027715592275174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4852027715592275174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4852027715592275174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4852027715592275174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-but.html' title='Weird but...'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SMihXE8mgqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9I4doQeCmos/s72-c/to+the+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-8118387948373556442</id><published>2008-09-08T10:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:12:31.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Persistent person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/mba0841l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/mba0841l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How to save oneself from persistent individuals? Does persistence really pay off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my life, I have seen many individuals with persistence, who do not "give up easily". In many matters, I agree that persistence does pays off. In study, work, goal achievement, persistence is a MUST.&lt;br /&gt;However, I guess there are events and issues, where persistence acts in negative ways. One is human relationship. Be it between friends, lovers, or coworkers, persistence seem to be interpreted as  irritating, disturbing, and maddening. In my case, I have encountered some men to be very persistent, that is maddening. They do not know the boundary of one's space, they do not take NO for an answer, they want the whole world revolve around them.&lt;br /&gt;God forbid them to act such, as there is no cure for them. Please make them realize and open their eyes! :)&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/3953336434125944079-8118387948373556442?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/8118387948373556442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=8118387948373556442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8118387948373556442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/8118387948373556442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/persistent-person.html' title='Persistent person'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-2006354684606664210</id><published>2008-09-03T10:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:31:38.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Brain Teasers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alvalentine.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/thinking-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://alvalentine.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/thinking-pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The day before yesterday, Chris was 7 years old. Next year, she'll turn 10. How is this possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4BhdqKORI/AAAAAAAAATM/LhiyHodgeFY/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4BhdqKORI/AAAAAAAAATM/LhiyHodgeFY/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241628690714605842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one man who killed his mother, was born before his father's presence and married over 100 women without divorcing. Yet he was considered normal by all of his acquaintances. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4DpT3y4OI/AAAAAAAAATc/JEtUEmBl2I0/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4DpT3y4OI/AAAAAAAAATc/JEtUEmBl2I0/s400/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241631024549650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women and two doctors walk into an ice cream parlor. They each order an ice cream cone. When their ice creams come, there is only 1 strawberry,1 chocolate and 1 vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;How come they didn't complain?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4EhD5OhOI/AAAAAAAAATk/aWJcpfXi0J8/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4EhD5OhOI/AAAAAAAAATk/aWJcpfXi0J8/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241631982333363426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-2006354684606664210?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/2006354684606664210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=2006354684606664210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2006354684606664210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/2006354684606664210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/09/brain-teasers.html' title='Brain Teasers'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SL4BhdqKORI/AAAAAAAAATM/LhiyHodgeFY/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4136951127633444855</id><published>2008-08-26T09:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T10:37:32.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Environment vs. Health and Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLNjd1i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9mHP-VhhXlw/s1600-h/bansko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLNjd1i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9mHP-VhhXlw/s200/bansko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238640155802670450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With coming of cold seasons, we are all petrified of bad pollution in UB. Many projects are racing time to reduce the pollution that hunts down the UB with winter. Most of these projects are environmentally friendly, for example Mongolian First Wind Park project, that deploys renewable energy source of wind to generate the electricity, without using any coal or fuel. There are many others that either try to reduce the air pollution by not burning much coal, or trying to modify the traditional way of burning coal, such as coal briquette. One noteworthy project is Ski Resort in Bogd Mountain area. The Bogd Mountain lays in special protected area. Citizens are devastated about the environmental damage that Ski resort project is causing to special protected area. However, the developers are arguing that this Resort will provide the UB citizens with new, healthy way to spend their leisure time. It makes me sick how they are trying to persuade the ordinary people. Is it going to be affordable to ordinary citizens? I don't think so. Logically thinking, it will be expensive to ski on that resort, as the developers will try to earn as much as possible to cover their construction costs. I would not be amazed, if few hours of entertainment in the Ski Resort will cost about 40,000 - 50,000MNT. So, those who are struggling with everyday life cannot simply afford to go there once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for whom this Ski Resort is being built? For rich and foreign? Therefore, is it OK to devastate the wild nature to make entertainment for minority?&lt;br /&gt;&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/3953336434125944079-4136951127633444855?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4136951127633444855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4136951127633444855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4136951127633444855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4136951127633444855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/08/environment-vs-health-and-entertainment.html' title='Environment vs. Health and Entertainment'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SLNjd1i3FXI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9mHP-VhhXlw/s72-c/bansko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-295739511848847544</id><published>2008-08-15T10:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:50:09.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>First Gold Medal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SKTmxRKojpI/AAAAAAAAARc/yiNVzMAOx5I/s1600-h/N.+Tuvshinbayar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SKTmxRKojpI/AAAAAAAAARc/yiNVzMAOx5I/s320/N.+Tuvshinbayar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234562401007341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First ever Olympic Gold medal for Mongolia was won by N. Tuvshinbayar yesterday at Beijing Olympic Games 2008 in Judo 100kg wrestling competition. Mongolia in its Olympic history never won a gold medal, and yesterday was the first time. The whole nation watched the match with excitement. After winning of the medal, everybody celebrated the golden moment. Residents of UB gathered at Sukhbaatar squire to cheer and celebrate its national glory. Even the President, Mr. Enkhbayar, Prime Minister, Mr. Bayar was there, half-drunk cheering for Tuvshinbayar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird to think that only a month ago, this square was a "battle" ground for clashed between public and police, where 5 people where shot dead by the police. Now, it was filled with joy, cheering and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;This man brought to its nation not only the gold medal, but unity, peace and joy to the minds of the common. Let's cheer and pray for him and other members of Mongolian team in Beijing!&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/3953336434125944079-295739511848847544?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/295739511848847544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=295739511848847544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/295739511848847544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/295739511848847544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-gold-medal.html' title='First Gold Medal'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SKTmxRKojpI/AAAAAAAAARc/yiNVzMAOx5I/s72-c/N.+Tuvshinbayar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-220710028138338483</id><published>2008-08-08T09:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:52:40.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun Way To Learn Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myhotcomments.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 423px;" src="http://lc.fdots.com/cc/lc/bb/bbfe002a6fda4804da9939d1a83ac70a.jpg" alt="MyHotComments.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It took me a while to finally understand and "learn" Chinese hehe!&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/3953336434125944079-220710028138338483?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/220710028138338483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=220710028138338483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/220710028138338483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/220710028138338483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-way-to-learn-chinese.html' title='Fun Way To Learn Chinese'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-1211705459813587487</id><published>2008-08-05T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:38:31.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Losing Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.artuproar.com/uploads/skins/previews_m/garfieldweightloss.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.artuproar.com/uploads/skins/previews_m/garfieldweightloss.psd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am trying to loose weight. There are many and many ways to do that according to media. The easiest ones are to take pills, and wait for them to work the wonders on your body. Hardest ones is to get on diet and exercise. I have been fighting my weight off for long time now and tried many ways. Took pills that suppressed my appetite. It worked, but when the pills are finished, I got  back on old eating habits. I eat much more when I am stressed or depressed. The pills are expensive. You cannot take the through your whole life, that's for sure, as they will damage your liver and other internal organs. I also tried exercising in gym with my friends. Then again, I couldn't keep it up as a routine. I didn't have strength and consistency to exercise. I have low self esteem and too weak to exercise on my own without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyones'&lt;/span&gt; force. Next, I tried to go on diet. And again,  failed. Whenever I got stressed I wanted to eat, especially sweet things. I know I have to treat the roots of my mental instability and be as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relaxed&lt;/span&gt; as possible. However, my life does not permit me to do so for now. I do not know if it in future. So you can easily see how weak willed I am. Now, I have put another goal to loose some weight, but not sure to which type of loosing I should stick to. My friend is suggesting me to go swimming. I hope I can have time to do so and will do so. Will get back with the results he he. Please scold me if I'm getting off my truck and support me. Thanks! :)&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/3953336434125944079-1211705459813587487?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/1211705459813587487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=1211705459813587487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1211705459813587487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/1211705459813587487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/08/losing-weight.html' title='Losing Weight'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-3642193413272152013</id><published>2008-08-04T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:42:45.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>To be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://earthissquare.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 309px;" src="http://earthissquare.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/04/confused.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/munkhtuyag/Desktop/confused.jpg" alt="" /&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;This is so true and it is how I feel, sometimes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3642193413272152013?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3642193413272152013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3642193413272152013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3642193413272152013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3642193413272152013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be...'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-7833515427243831831</id><published>2008-07-31T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:46:05.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Setting Up a Ger</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma5_YXQISkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma5_YXQISkc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us no longer live in gers and almost do not know anything about gers, how to set up, take it down, and even how to live in it! Let us LEARN then how to set up (above) and take it down (below). Shame on us, young Mongolians! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqMEgDEM0fs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PqMEgDEM0fs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7833515427243831831?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7833515427243831831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7833515427243831831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7833515427243831831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7833515427243831831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/setting-up-ger.html' title='Setting Up a Ger'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-4729328694516806141</id><published>2008-07-28T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:17:38.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Greedy Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SI04aL-JjXI/AAAAAAAAARA/Re-yhEZkOdw/s1600-h/d+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SI04aL-JjXI/AAAAAAAAARA/Re-yhEZkOdw/s320/d+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227896764988231026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Women, aren't we all greedy? I believe that every woman is born with some level of greediness. It's development depends on the personality and the environment you are grown up. All women love jewelery. We all LOVE diamonds, don't we girls :) We are also greedy for love, for passion, for care, for life...  Don't you ever dreamed of prince on white horse giving you a dimond ring and proposing to you? I guess every girl dreams of this moment, but it never may come. If you are presented with a diamond ring and no Prince Charming, would you accept it for the sake of your life? Or if the Prince comes with no ring, would you love him the same? I blamed so  many girls for marrying the rich guys without love. Many married to enhance their and their family lives, but do they life happily ever after? I still believe in marriage by love. I would obviously prefer love than money or diamonds. Please don't be mistaken that I have had such proposal, just been thinking about this for a moment. And honestly, I would be puzzled if I ever received such offer. Love vs. Money. Will I be as greedy as some girls, or I will try to stay true to my heart?&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/3953336434125944079-4729328694516806141?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4729328694516806141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4729328694516806141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4729328694516806141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4729328694516806141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/greedy-women.html' title='Greedy Women'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SI04aL-JjXI/AAAAAAAAARA/Re-yhEZkOdw/s72-c/d+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4841990662541537834</id><published>2008-07-22T18:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:42:20.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Funny No.2 (not taken by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4UpXMIcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BdQ0XKNmW4g/s1600-h/193351724_a762b2b877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4UpXMIcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BdQ0XKNmW4g/s320/193351724_a762b2b877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785607473340866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I sleep or not, will they see me or not ...&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4RS6dSZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E4mC41fGUpU/s1600-h/11377675_5896c297ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4RS6dSZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E4mC41fGUpU/s320/11377675_5896c297ae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785549907642770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr..... I'm a superman :)&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4NMTorfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HEwSeDCu_8Y/s1600-h/11371519_a7afefa812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4NMTorfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/HEwSeDCu_8Y/s320/11371519_a7afefa812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785479414722034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we like to travel with our "food" :)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4qN7-8aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2WSChfG98U0/s1600-h/193358705_3ae894883f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4qN7-8aI/AAAAAAAAAQg/2WSChfG98U0/s320/193358705_3ae894883f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225785978068595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our traditional shoes&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW40J1uM-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yJm5V7XV1-o/s1600-h/296275135_fe2c651e88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW40J1uM-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/yJm5V7XV1-o/s320/296275135_fe2c651e88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225786148767282146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep searching.. come on! Look for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW5KqhxkQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wI85YdbLAdc/s1600-h/2046215269_6667253bf4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW5KqhxkQI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wI85YdbLAdc/s320/2046215269_6667253bf4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225786535499108610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"What you looking at you stupid tourist...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4841990662541537834?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4841990662541537834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4841990662541537834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4841990662541537834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4841990662541537834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-no2-not-taken-by-me.html' title='Funny No.2 (not taken by me)'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIW4UpXMIcI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BdQ0XKNmW4g/s72-c/193351724_a762b2b877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-3503864514020888332</id><published>2008-07-18T09:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:04:48.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Funny Naadam (not taken by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAINf26jrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AM6G8xtE7IY/s1600-h/2047009616_9b4564873d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAINf26jrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AM6G8xtE7IY/s320/2047009616_9b4564873d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184595732926130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAIEXeKcTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qk4riT4Efas/s1600-h/funna+naadam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAIEXeKcTI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Qk4riT4Efas/s320/funna+naadam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184438862803250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAH9fHUhgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jqShN1hOH2c/s1600-h/2639355611_fa84f43f2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAH9fHUhgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jqShN1hOH2c/s320/2639355611_fa84f43f2d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184320655394306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAH1tF8swI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YP6YFw0m6Ps/s1600-h/2273376265_28415b8450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAH1tF8swI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YP6YFw0m6Ps/s320/2273376265_28415b8450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184186968781570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAHwWnedHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HhgpJJrUNMY/s1600-h/2669819741_97b27cb766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAHwWnedHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/HhgpJJrUNMY/s320/2669819741_97b27cb766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184095036044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAHrLjUahI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WaSlJcqfL_c/s1600-h/2640188198_04379d6fd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAHrLjUahI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WaSlJcqfL_c/s320/2640188198_04379d6fd6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224184006166473234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SH_714D2rNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1qPfi3fLqcw/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SH_714D2rNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1qPfi3fLqcw/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224170995773254866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-3503864514020888332?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/3503864514020888332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=3503864514020888332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3503864514020888332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/3503864514020888332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/funny-naadam-not-taken-by-me.html' title='Funny Naadam (not taken by me)'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SIAINf26jrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/AM6G8xtE7IY/s72-c/2047009616_9b4564873d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-9019812776045665170</id><published>2008-07-10T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:30:14.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>25 Things You Should Never Apologize for:</title><content type='html'>1. Never apologize for pursuing what makes you happy. Even if you need to quit your job, transfer schools, or move across country, always do what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never apologize for using proper English. Keeping it real doesn't mean speaking Ebonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never apologize for giving your best in a relationship that just didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never apologize for being successful. Only haters want to keep you at their level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never apologize for crying. Wear waterproof mascara and express yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never apologize for the ten pounds you need to lose. People who truly care about you will accept you as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Never apologize for being frugal. Just because you save your money rather than blowing it on the latest fashion emergency doesn't mean you're cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't apologize for being a single Mom. Babies are blessings not mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never apologize for treating yourself to something special. Whether it's a great dinner, a soothing facial or a banging outfit, sometimes you have to show yourself some appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Never apologize for leaving an abusive relationship. Your safety should always be a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never apologize for keeping the ring even if the wedding bells won't chime. Hey, it was a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Never apologize for setting high standards in relationships. You know what you can tolerate and what simply gets on your last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Never apologize for saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Never apologize for asking for what you want in bed. If you don't, then who will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Never apologize for wearing a weave. You bought it so it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never apologize to your new friends about old friends. There's a reason why she's been your girl since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Never apologize for ordering dessert, or more than one dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Never apologize for dating outside your race. Just because you found Mr. Right across the color line doesn't mean you don't love the brothas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Never apologize for asking him to wear a condom. If he really likes you he'll wrap it up without making you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Never apologize for not knowing how to cook. Even if you can't burn like Grandma, you know how to order good take-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Never apologize for your taste in clothing. It's your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Never apologize for changing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Never apologize for exercising your right to choose. It's your body and your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Never apologize for making more money than your man makes. You work hard and you deserve to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Never apologize for being you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-9019812776045665170?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/9019812776045665170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=9019812776045665170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9019812776045665170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9019812776045665170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/25-things-you-should-never-apologize.html' title='25 Things You Should Never Apologize for:'/><author><name>MKH</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4744301084073648039</id><published>2008-07-03T11:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:34:08.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Again, more about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGxFff8EMpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6EqGE09zf34/s1600-h/919752994_6cfbe9b858_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGxFff8EMpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6EqGE09zf34/s200/919752994_6cfbe9b858_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218622475667255954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people, if not everyone, make shabby decisions, stupid mistakes, and wrong judgments. Is it right to just accept them as part of the life or you should strive not to make them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabby decisions or bad decision making is my trait or brand. I'm indecisive. I always struggled and fought inside my head to make my decisions. I'm not the master of decisions, but try to thin rational. I'm good at arguing for the case, however not the leader or the one to make decisions. Is there something wrong, shall I change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously mistakes should be avoided, but don't we learn more from our mistakes rather than our glory? Personally, I think mistakes are unavoidable part of our life and we learn through them to be better individual. Do I learn from mine? Sometimes, I think that I get some positive and some negative effects from my mistakes. Each time, no matter big or small, I make mistakes I become stiff, rigid, selfish, lonely,  or in another words, tough woman. Then there is question: Does mistakes make us adversely tough? Does it mean, if we make fewer mistakes, we will be less selfish, sociable etc.? Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to judge people, but I do that everyday. Doesn't matter who, when, why... I judge them. With my comments, suggestions, vision, or just slipped words, I judge them. And only after that I think, "who am I to judge?" I thought I was less judgmental, free spirited, open minded person. But as life proves me wrong, I realize that I'm traditional, stubborn, and rigid to new changes. How come I am the opposite of what I thought to be myself?&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/3953336434125944079-4744301084073648039?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4744301084073648039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4744301084073648039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4744301084073648039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4744301084073648039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-people-if-not-everyone-make-shabby.html' title='Again, more about me'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGxFff8EMpI/AAAAAAAAAN0/6EqGE09zf34/s72-c/919752994_6cfbe9b858_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-9051123271876456626</id><published>2008-07-02T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:46:15.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Info'/><title type='text'>Unrest in my city</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="249"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZwHTl8zzUQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZwHTl8zzUQ&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-9051123271876456626?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/9051123271876456626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=9051123271876456626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9051123271876456626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/9051123271876456626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/07/unrest-in-my-city.html' title='Unrest in my city'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-7436747814459569546</id><published>2008-06-30T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:48:16.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Do Men Know about Women?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhzm8vqlmI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X_ns4v9hes/s1600-h/remote+control.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhzm8vqlmI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X_ns4v9hes/s400/remote+control.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217547281286993506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhzb368z5I/AAAAAAAAANU/aX7BnOuZfgM/s1600-h/women+explained+scientific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhzb368z5I/AAAAAAAAANU/aX7BnOuZfgM/s400/women+explained+scientific.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217547091013586834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhyyE2uPpI/AAAAAAAAANE/Xs49sn-mzr8/s1600-h/women+explained+scientific.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-7436747814459569546?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/7436747814459569546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=7436747814459569546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7436747814459569546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/7436747814459569546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-men-know-about-women.html' title='Do Men Know about Women?'/><author><name>MKH</name><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/_MjdknOiJN3w/SGhzm8vqlmI/AAAAAAAAANc/9X_ns4v9hes/s72-c/remote+control.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953336434125944079.post-4060321517571347734</id><published>2008-06-25T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T10:04:09.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man checked into a hotel. There was a computer in his room, so he decided to send a mail to his wife. However, he accidentally typed a wrong address, and without realizing he sent the mail. Meanwhile Somewhere in Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow decided to check her mail, expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she fainted. The son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To: My Loving Wife, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Subject: I've reached. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have Computers here, and we are allowed to send mails to loved ones. I've just reached and have been checked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival 2mrrow. See you my love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3953336434125944079-4060321517571347734?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4060321517571347734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4060321517571347734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4060321517571347734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4060321517571347734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/06/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>MKH</name><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-3953336434125944079.post-4712794324508803613</id><published>2008-06-20T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:41:52.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Licking someone's butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am proposing all Mongolian people to stop "licking someone's butt." Today, is impossible to drive anywhere in UB. Just cause some Chinese official in the town!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/643365288_40083c77c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 137px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/643365288_40083c77c1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can express your respect and gratitude, but not by blocking roads all over the town. It is creating unnecessary traffic. I never seen such blocking except in Mongolia, just for passing through the high authority. When are we going to loose the habit of licking butts of high authority? We are free people with free will. How come do we have to waste our time and money just to wait for some dumb ass to cross by? Dumb people in the government and parliament, change the stupid rule! So stressing! It took me almost 1.5 hours going from 19th to 13th microdistrict this morning, when it is suppose to have the lightest traffic. It is the psychoogy that we need to change in order to progress into Western thinking, that we are striving to build.&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/3953336434125944079-4712794324508803613?l=vica3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/feeds/4712794324508803613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3953336434125944079&amp;postID=4712794324508803613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4712794324508803613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3953336434125944079/posts/default/4712794324508803613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vica3.blogspot.com/2008/06/licking-someones-butt.html' title='Licking someone&apos;s butt'/><author><name>MKH</name><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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1350/643365288_40083c77c1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
