<?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-846194961697692992</id><updated>2012-05-21T14:14:33.629+08:00</updated><category term='Spoof'/><category term='Environment'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='People'/><category term='Financial'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='General'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Discussions'/><category term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Unity Bond</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/-/Spoof'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/search/label/Spoof'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moderator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266291585797554529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jl0wRt7PfiM/S4haKyeXt-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/AX3MDHY64e8/star_half_full.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-1689955355444045873</id><published>2010-03-27T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-10T17:41:15.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><title type='text'>Deviant Teachings Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Recently, I had a bad dream about something really scary to me. Since its just a dream (or for some people it's called nightmare), I treat this as a story and had nothing to do with real life or fiction. Nothing to do with real religion either (because none of them were in it!). So, read on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday is just another ordinary day, except that I had to visit this so-called "museum". My friends invited me to come along since its basically just to learn more about historic ancient times (anything classic you could think of). Yes, I did went there (very excited) until I saw something that really pounded my heart badly!&lt;br /&gt;
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Once I reached there, it is full of gold statues around the corner, and as tall as a coconut-tree. I asked myself, is this a museum? Probably, because museums have statues (but not this abnormally big and there's too many of them). Then, my eardrum quickly picked up some sort of "chanting" sounds, but I couldn't find the source. Its very faint (okay, at first I thought its a ghost but unfortunately its not). I ignored it and catch along with my friends ahead.&lt;br /&gt;
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This huge mansion-like museum is full of strangers wearing yellow cloak (as if they wanna pray or something). I felt curious. What are they doing in a museum wearing this kinda dress? When I ride along an escalator with my friend, there is a hidden main hall on the left. Its not fully sealed, but I can see some sort of weird ancient Greek tombs arranged nicely side-by-side throughout the main hall. I smelled something like "corpses and dead rats", as I waited for the escalator to reach the first floor of the museum.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, so there is a tour guide walk us through the first floor. I saw a huge noticeboard which stated "Sponsored by '(names censored)' Campus". As we reached our first room to explore, we were warned about the prohibitions in this place that may seemed unlogical (much like taboo). Some of those I could remember is that we should never talk nor communicate to each other of any kind. I was like, "huh?". Strange, so I entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;
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To my surprise, this is a room full of ancient tombs (much like the ones I saw on the main hall from the escalator). As I walked slowly between these big creepy-looking tomb, I felt like I'm in a graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, my friend called me by name! We weren't suppose to communicate in that room! So, I turned back but there was nobody there! Shockingly, I saw a hand came out from one of the tombs, as if like begging for help. So, I rushed to that tomb, and pulled the hand (as expected, its my friend in there), but his legs are already covered with long strings of old chanting papers!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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But then, my eyes went up. I'm exhausted. Its just a dream. Or a strange nightmare that leads to no end. I still can't figure out how it ends, but yet, the above stories is what I could recall in the past few days. I forgot to mention that those strangers with yellow cloak came for prayers, and they are the one who recites the faint chants I heard. Phew,..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-1689955355444045873?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/1689955355444045873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/1689955355444045873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2010/03/infinity-deviant-teachings-nightmare.html' title='Deviant Teachings Nightmare'/><author><name>Ahmad Nazir Afiq</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106624872852156835025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-htZKJpBszSM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA04/ztjDNklaCCU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLENzdfCxWE/T6uNH-I8ZBI/AAAAAAAABOs/9g_9dZdVZQA/s72-c/forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-6587706864577890943</id><published>2010-03-04T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-10T17:11:08.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Ideas: My Own Reality TV Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, I watch a TV sitcom called How I Met Your Mother online. It's hilarious, except that I got annoyed by repetitive ads of reality music show! That kept me wondering; how many reality music show out there on earth? American Idol is obvious. But there's plenty of them!&lt;br /&gt;
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The next morning, I've gone up to class for my presentation. As I wait for my turn, something poke my mind. Is there any reality show using just presentation? Yes, the powerpoint presentation. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;
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I imagined my friends as the contestant while my lecturer as the judges (2 of them, man &amp;amp; woman). After the powerpoint session ends, the judges expresses their reviews (spicy one). The worse presenter (including the bad slides) gets eliminated from the show. Isn't that sounds great?&lt;br /&gt;
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Imagine yourself as the contestant presenting a topic about HIV/AIDS. The judges criticize how ugly your slides are, the keypoints seems cluttered, looks like copy and paste or worse, you don't even know what is AIDS when asked! Is it a sexually-transmitted disease? Is it an infection? Is there any cure?&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, you're screwed. When it comes to elimination round, your buddy gets eliminated from the show! Wow! If your keynotes are otherwise good, then you would proceed to the next round until the final stage, a massive crowd of high-class presenters (including Steve Jobs) will be judging you. Gosh, I can feel the intense pressure right now!&lt;br /&gt;
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Stop right here. I imagine too much. But what if this type of reality show comes to life? I would love to be the director, and name the show "Powerpoint" or something, then broadcast it to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-6587706864577890943?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/6587706864577890943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/6587706864577890943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-like-to-do-presentations.html' title='Ideas: My Own Reality TV Show'/><author><name>Ahmad Nazir Afiq</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106624872852156835025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-htZKJpBszSM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAA04/ztjDNklaCCU/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZVuiVr-RXw/T6uGGsjGvzI/AAAAAAAABN0/hOiRlHDcqu8/s72-c/Focus-on-the-WIIFT-for-a-Powerful-Presentation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-8848947335192963572</id><published>2010-01-22T20:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T18:45:10.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><title type='text'>There Are More That We Doesn't Know About This World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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After watching "Paranormal Activity". It really reflects to me and maybe to you as well that we as the homosapiens and animals are not the only thing that lives on Earth. There are things and unexplained paranormal on Earth that even the best science or the most advanced technology couldn't define and give us an accurate or even the answer to "paranormal" effects or activities that happened around us.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are living with them in peace and some of us even do have the connections. But we couldn't just know how to see them with the best microscopic or binocular devices that were created. We couldn't see them but we knew that they existed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mysteries unsolved and paranormal activities unexplained. It was disturbing at first. But that was normal and yes, we are living with them and they are living with us. We apart of this Earth and who knows, God make them exist for a reason, for those out there who believes in God. If you haven't catch the movie yet, do go for it. It may be boring but it conveys a strong message ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-8848947335192963572?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/8848947335192963572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/8848947335192963572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-are-more-that-we-doesnt-know.html' title='There Are More That We Doesn&apos;t Know About This World'/><author><name>Calvin Chai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12946880893218853790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5C_sRAKn2w/TWnqfWaPWLI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1C_DCL-onK0/s220/40256_471834561728_670371728_6305002_6016644_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIZMwogxJfk/T6pKeGPTlxI/AAAAAAAABL0/dVc_ht4idmc/s72-c/Picture020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-8810585463265375207</id><published>2010-01-19T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T18:36:39.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Some Things To Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,&lt;/div&gt;
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When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;/div&gt;
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A professor stood before his philosophy class&lt;/div&gt;
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When the class began, wordlessly,&lt;/div&gt;
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He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar&lt;/div&gt;
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He then asked the students, if the jar was full.&lt;/div&gt;
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They agreed that it was.&lt;/div&gt;
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The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured&lt;/div&gt;
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them into the jar. &amp;nbsp; He shook the jar lightly.&lt;/div&gt;
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The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.&lt;/div&gt;
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He then asked the students again if the jar was full. &amp;nbsp;They agreed it was.&lt;/div&gt;
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The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;/div&gt;
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He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'&lt;/div&gt;
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The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively&lt;/div&gt;
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filling the empty space between the sand. &amp;nbsp;The students laughed.&lt;/div&gt;
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'Now,' said the professor, &amp;nbsp; as the laughter subsided,&lt;/div&gt;
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'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;/div&gt;
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The golf balls are the important things - family,&lt;/div&gt;
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children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –&lt;/div&gt;
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Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.&lt;/div&gt;
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The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.&lt;/div&gt;
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The sand is everything else --The small stuff.&lt;/div&gt;
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'If you put the sand into the jar first,' &amp;nbsp;He continued,&lt;/div&gt;
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there is no room for &amp;nbsp;the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;/div&gt;
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The same goes for life.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,&lt;/div&gt;
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You will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;/div&gt;
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Play With your children.&lt;/div&gt;
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Take time to get medical checkups.&lt;/div&gt;
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Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;/div&gt;
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There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.&lt;/div&gt;
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'Take care of the golf balls first --&lt;/div&gt;
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The things that really matter.&lt;/div&gt;
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Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.&lt;/div&gt;
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The professor smiled.&lt;/div&gt;
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'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;/div&gt;
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It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,&lt;/div&gt;
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there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'&lt;/div&gt;
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Please share this with other "Golf Balls"&lt;/div&gt;
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I just did......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-8810585463265375207?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/8810585463265375207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/8810585463265375207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-things-to-ponder.html' title='Some Things To Ponder'/><author><name>Moderator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266291585797554529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jl0wRt7PfiM/S4haKyeXt-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/AX3MDHY64e8/star_half_full.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-icmLB2A3dBs/T6pIi2oT6XI/AAAAAAAABLk/-W2_97fq6Q8/s72-c/empty-classroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-1718047030022869561</id><published>2009-11-28T01:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T17:24:13.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><title type='text'>Vanished Without a Trace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I think "another world" really existed! That "world", said to be moving at the same parallel time with us, is in another dimension where we can't see. Humans have mysteriously disappeared and have not yet been found until now. We compiled you this "secretly kept" news you have not heard on any medias to date. One of the them is about a paralyzed man went missing while sitting on his chair and worse, over 2,000 villagers vanished!&lt;br /&gt;
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Owen Perfit whose paralyzed due to stroke, sits on his chair in his sister's yard in Shepton Maller (England) in June 1763. That is his usual routine in the evening. While sitting alone, that 60-year-old man looked straight to his farmers just in front of the house. At 19:00 (7pm) when the sun sets, Perfit's sister, Susannah, rushed to her yard with her neighbors to bring in her brother's home. She can't be late since the storms approached heavily.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, when she reached there, Susannah and her neighbors were in deep shock cause her brother isn't there! All that's left on his chair are his thick shirts. That's it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Perfit's kidnapped? Unlogical cause nothing's special about that old man. She didn't even get any threatening letters about his brother. Investigations started until 1933, but they still can't find him. Moreover, the police can't even find any signs of violence either.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe you think these missing story only happen to only one person, but how about the whole village comprises 2,000 people? This is what happens in 1930, where a man named Joe Labelle walked alone to Eskimo Village in Anjikuni Lake, north Canada. Labelle is an animal hunter. He used to visit that village almost everyday. Labelle also knew most of the villagers there.&lt;br /&gt;
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But not until he reached there one day he had not foind any single person in that village. Its quiet and scary. All the houses seems empty. He wandered around the village and not even a single sight of humans appear. Unfortunately, he found firewoods with a cookerings on top went burned. This incidents have been informed and urgent steps have been implemented but the results is way disappointing and mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
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First; if the villagers wants to go out from their town at the same time, why there isn't any footsteps found? Second; all the dogs used to pull sleds (tyre-less vehicle used to carry stuff on ice) were found buried under piles of snow. All the animals were found dead too. Worse, the police found out that the food in most of villager's house are not even touched. Even strange when all the graveyards nearby the Eskimo village went empty!&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottomline is, these "missing" people were probably been sucked out into another dimension, and never got a chance to return to our world. However, we hoped that it won't happen to us in the time-being.&lt;br /&gt;
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Were there really exist an "another world" besides ours? That "world", said to be moving at the same parallel time with us, but it is in another dimension where we can't see. Therefore, many humans have mysteriously disappeared and have not yet been found ever since. They are probably still trapped in that mystery world and parallel time without be able to come back to our decent place.&lt;br /&gt;
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We compiled you this "secretly kept" news you have not heard on televisions, newspapers nor radios to date. One of the them is about an ex-military soldiers as told back in 1949.&lt;br /&gt;
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May we remind you that this story is not fictional, and it is not fake. James E. Tetford were riding a bus at night dated December 1'st, from St. Albans (America) to Bennington Quarters. Besides Tetford, there are about 13 people in that bus. Unfortunately, when it reach Bennington, strange thing happens. Tetford is gone!&lt;br /&gt;
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This incident poses questions about Tetford whose before this were last seen sleeping on his chair. All other passengers in the bus confirmed about it and had not saw any sights of Tetford going out from the bus. Tetford had not yet been found until now.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 years later, another story about "missing" person popped out. One girl named Paula Welden were seen walking through the sides of Long Trail, in Glastenbury (Vermont, America). The girl kept on walking alone until she reached a big stone and mysteriously disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;
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The "Disappearing Paula" were seen by two old lady aged 50 just 70 metres from the girl. They told the police what happened. They have tried to find the girl around the place but can't seem to find her.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, how about a paralyzed man went missing while sitting on his chair? Or over 2,000 villagers vanished?&lt;br /&gt;
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Human nature just like to play and always get curious on new or weird stuff! Here is a video of "Piano Stairs". They just like new stuff! I laughed when I see they play with it even with a rush. Nice video. Watch it! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Must Read and Please be careful out there !! A man came over and offered his service as a painter to a female putting gas in her car and left his card. She said no, but accepted his card out of kindness and got in the car. The man then got into a car driven by another gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the lady left the service station, she saw the men following her out of the station at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;
Almost immediately, she started to feel dizzy and could not catch her breath. She tried to open the window and realized that the odor was on her hand; the same hand which accepted the card from the gentleman at the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;
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She then noticed the men were immediately behind her and she felt she needed to do something at that moment. She drove into the first driveway and began to honk her horn repeatedly to ask for help.The men drove away but the lady still felt pretty bad for several minutes after she could finally catch her breath. Apparently, there was a substance on the card that could have seriously injured her.&lt;br /&gt;
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This drug is called 'BURUNDANGA' and it is used by people who wish to incapacitate a victim in order to steal from or take advantage of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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This drug is four times more dangerous than the date rape drug and is transferable on simple cards.&lt;br /&gt;
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So take heed and make sure you don't accept cards at any given time alone or from someone on the streets. This applies to those making house calls and slipping you a card when they offer their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-2601842993982048596?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/2601842993982048596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/2601842993982048596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-way-to-kidnap-name-cards_7779.html' title='New Way to Kidnap - Name Cards'/><author><name>Moderator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266291585797554529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jl0wRt7PfiM/S4haKyeXt-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/AX3MDHY64e8/star_half_full.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vtMjvrX1fGg/T6op7j_RuXI/AAAAAAAABGg/gUNWQ6juelY/s72-c/Business+Card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846194961697692992.post-4660381115093500913</id><published>2009-08-05T05:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-09T16:02:53.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><title type='text'>Static Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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I had a bad dream recently. I woke up feeling uneasy once its dawn. If you want to know, a lift generator is a part of the story.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was walking towards a lift, there are two of them. Behind me, there was a man assembling something at the car's boot. I ignored him and quickly pressed the lift button. After awhile, a lift on the right opened.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I entered the lift and pressed the floor button. The door lift closes and opens back! Again and again! It refused to close the door. The man stared at me curiously. I went out from the lift once I realized that man was a lift technician.&lt;/div&gt;
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I pressed the lift button again. Suddenly, the left ones opened. I walked in; hope things turn out fine and dandy. I pressed the floor button and I'm glad the door closed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, I'm arrived. So, I look down on the lift's messy floor, waiting for the door to open. Unfortunately, the lift went down pretty fast!! My mouth just can't stop mumbling prayers!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Once the lift stopped, I tripped and fell. The door immediately opened and I'm back on the same floor earlier on. I stood still after awhile and slowly walk out from the lift. But then I heard noisy screams. Well, it's just a bunch of kids playing outside my rented house. I woke up really tired and sweaty. My roommate told me that I look pale and uneasy, as if I just saw a ghost or something. I told them everything and till then they forbid me from riding a lift to the class...hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;
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There you go. A static dream that ended mysteriously, leaving me clueless and speechless. Have you experience static dreams before? These dreams aren't really scary, only that it may thrills you with uneasiness. Just wash your feet before bed. I regret that I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Unity Bond is now your home for all things discussion, people, financial, environment and more. Expect thought-provoking content in a brand new simplified canvas, designed uniquely for you. Reach us at http://unitybond.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/846194961697692992-4660381115093500913?l=unitybond.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/4660381115093500913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846194961697692992/posts/default/4660381115093500913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitybond.blogspot.com/2009/08/static-nightmares_5162.html' title='Static Nightmares'/><author><name>Moderator</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12266291585797554529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Jl0wRt7PfiM/S4haKyeXt-I/AAAAAAAAB1k/AX3MDHY64e8/star_half_full.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-skyDRexeraE/T6oklJ99Q5I/AAAAAAAABFw/1oBQUy4gpfw/s72-c/games0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
