<?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-6208227270752893705</id><updated>2012-02-11T10:30:34.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngentot Gadis Perawan - berbagai pose perawan yg lagi ngentot</title><subtitle type='html'>Ngentot gadis perawan bugil dan penuh nafsu mengairahkan, seksi banget, jadi pengin ngentot nih.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-8544896442710899371</id><published>2010-08-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:42:08.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memikat Seorang Gadis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They say that men have only one thing on their minds - and in your case it's absolutely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJDN4nxHNI/AAAAAAAADGM/fuqXSW8wJJg/s400/gadis-muda" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504035600416709842" border="0" /&gt;Whether you can't stop thinking about that wonderful woman at work or your eyes keep being drawn to the gorgeous girl across the room, your crush has become all-consuming. She is all that you can think about. And now you want to know: are you all that she can think about, too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, girls are easier to read than many men believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like us guys, if a chick is into someone she will want him to know about it. After all, if he never notices her interest, she'll never get that delicious first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is that, just like us, girls are scared of making fools of themselves. She would love to tell you she likes you but she's scared of misreading your signals and having you laugh in her face. As a result, she is coy about her clues; the signs are all there, but you do have to learn to look out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can you tell if she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJF4x_koVI/AAAAAAAADGk/By-rObsGS_k/s400/gadis-mabuk" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504038536395137362" border="0" /&gt;Let's start with the basics. These are the signals that every girl gives out, regardless of whether you work together or you've caught her eye across a crowded club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she looking at you and smiling? There's no better sign. Confident girls may maintain eye contact, but most will glance quickly away the moment you notice them watching you. Check to see if she keeps looking back your way - if she can't keep her eyes off you, you know that she's interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2010/08/memikat-seorang-gadis_01.html"&gt;Next---&gt;&gt;&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/6208227270752893705-8544896442710899371?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/8544896442710899371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=8544896442710899371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8544896442710899371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8544896442710899371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2010/08/memikat-seorang-gadis.html' title='Memikat Seorang Gadis'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJDN4nxHNI/AAAAAAAADGM/fuqXSW8wJJg/s72-c/gadis-muda' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-956038898649209486</id><published>2010-08-10T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:36:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perawan Online chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Possible But Not Probable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGFHjHPpl9I/AAAAAAAADFU/UOwymkPO2I8/s400/perawan-bugil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503758888189138898" /&gt;While theoretically it is possible to fall in love online without having met them first, but it’s definitely not probable. There are too many unknowns when it comes to a relationship with someone online to really say for sure if you love them or if they love you. You may really like them and even have strong feelings for them (or vice versa) but is it really love? If someone tells you they love you before you even meet them, take it with a grain of salt. Often, people are unable to accurately express strong feelings for someone and may just be using the word “love” because they don’t have any other way of explaining how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;In Love With The Idea Of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When using online dating sites, there are lots of things you and your partner don’t know about each other and it’s difficult to say you love someone without knowing these things. For example, your partner may know what your favorite color is and what you like to eat for dinner, but he doesn’t know how you smell or how your hand fits in his. He’s unaware of your mannerisms, how you move and how a hug or kiss from you feels. These are all essential components of a relationship that can’t be obtained over the Internet. Generally, when someone says they love you when they haven’t met you in person it means that they are in love with the “idea” of you. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGFHwCtSDVI/AAAAAAAADFc/Y3EOljSrhiU/s400/perawan-ngentot" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503759110309547346" /&gt;Their imagination has filled in all the blank spots, and naturally they are in love with that person. But that’s not the real you! The way you kiss or hold his hand may be completely different than the way he’s imagined it.&lt;br /&gt;What To Do If You Do Meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do decide to meet in person, it’s important to consider online dating safety first until you’ve met a few times and have gotten to know each other. Meet him in a public place during the day for a short amount of time. A half hour coffee is probably enough to get your feet wet and allow both of you to decide if you want to meet again. At first, pay your own way so you aren’t indebted to him in any way, and make sure a trusted friend knows where you are and when you plan to be back. Take it slow and get to know them before being alone with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208227270752893705-956038898649209486?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/956038898649209486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=956038898649209486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/956038898649209486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/956038898649209486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2010/08/perawan-online-chat.html' title='Perawan Online chat'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGFHjHPpl9I/AAAAAAAADFU/UOwymkPO2I8/s72-c/perawan-bugil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-4525334024959708587</id><published>2010-08-01T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:41:40.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memikat Seorang Gadis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch for flirtatious body language. Many girls fiddle with their hair when they're attracted to a man. Some will start stroking their own arm, neck or face distractedly, while shy girls will blush whenever you look their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJD-RkwVGI/AAAAAAAADGU/UTmhb7v8mAI/s400/wanita-malam" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504036431748682850" border="0" /&gt;Now, let's make conversation with her. When an assertive chick wants your attention she will become loud and start laughing at even the weakest of your jokes; quieter girls may stammer or stutter when trying to speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the words starting to flow, she will look for excuses to touch your hand or your arm. Making physical contact with you is a sure sign of her interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your crush is on a girl you know or work with, you may believe this complicates matters. Nobody wants to be rejected by someone they have to see or speak to on a daily basis. In fact, fancying someone you're friendly with puts you in a great position; you will already have proven to her that you're a good guy, and your close contact gives you plenty of opportunities to figure out if she's interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJFZYMeppI/AAAAAAAADGc/qkKHGZtTU84/s400/model-indonesia" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504037996894004882" border="0" /&gt;Does she ever text or email you just to say hello? If you initiate contact, are her responses fast and chatty? Girls love to flirt via messaging, so always give a prompt and positive reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When chicks are into you, they will do almost anything to get your attention. If she's making jokes at your expense, she really wants you to notice her. Alternatively, if a normally shy or well mannered girl starts making loud or cocky sexual references she is trying to turn you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrange a group gathering. Invite your mutual friends or workmates to a bar and try to gauge how eager she is to join you. A girl who cancels her plans to be around you is keen to know you better, while one who seems genuinely regretful about missing out would love to get you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2010/08/memikat-seorang-gadis.html"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---Back &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/6208227270752893705-4525334024959708587?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/4525334024959708587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=4525334024959708587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/4525334024959708587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/4525334024959708587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2010/08/memikat-seorang-gadis_01.html' title='Memikat Seorang Gadis'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/TGJD-RkwVGI/AAAAAAAADGU/UTmhb7v8mAI/s72-c/wanita-malam' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-8045282686149493319</id><published>2009-08-07T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:50:13.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I Know He/She is the One?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 0px solid rgb(255, 104, 104); padding: 0px; text-align: left;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't want anyone else, and haven't for at least six months to a year, then you should &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SnxAUvP46AI/AAAAAAAABfA/6AiAy0-z4IY/s400/perawan+ngentot.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367235580943460354" /&gt;have gone through enough ups and downs and ins and outs by then to show that you can work well together. You can't just have seen each other on weekends - those are "vacation relationships" where you're always having fun together. You need to really have seen each other when you're happy, when you're sad, when you want to be together and when you DON'T want to be. Marriage isn't a 'when it's convenient' thing. It's a "stay with you ALWAYS" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your partner need to both be best friends for each other. You should be able to talk about anything, share how you feel, disagree without fighting. If you are yelling at each other sometimes, or if there are topics you completely avoid, then something is wrong. You need to be able to share anything, because believe me, life is rarely smooth. There WILL be bumps - some serious - in the future. It's only through talking and joint work that you can get through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people obsess over being happy together forever.First, no human is always happy. But they learn to find happiness even in rough situations. Your life-long happiness in some ways that has little to do with what you are both *right now*. People change incredibly over the years. Even if you both are perfectly happy right now because say you both scuba dive together all the time, what happens in 10 years when you don't scuba dive any more? If that was what made you happy and the ONLY thing, then the relationship will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SnxAbTMA_AI/AAAAAAAABfI/J2n5keoRs_o/s400/ngentot+perawan.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367235693670104066" /&gt;That's what happens to many people, they base their relationship on some "thing" - great, a love of baseball - and when that "thing" goes away, they don't have anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again the key is to stay *best friends* in your relationship. If you're always best friends, then no matter how you change over the years (and you WILL change), you'll keep that friendship. If he learns a new hobby, you'll learn it too. If you want to travel more, she'll travel with you. You have to keep working at it, constantly, to always grow together. If you just sort of 'drift' and assume the relationship will somehow take care of itself, you'll grow apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the key. If you are committed to working *every day* to keep the relationship happy, and if your partner is also committed, then it will work. If you both are always open and honest with each other and trust each other and talk together, you can work through anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208227270752893705-8045282686149493319?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/8045282686149493319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=8045282686149493319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8045282686149493319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8045282686149493319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-do-i-know-heshe-is-one.html' title='How do I Know He/She is the One?'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SnxAUvP46AI/AAAAAAAABfA/6AiAy0-z4IY/s72-c/perawan+ngentot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-5079994695279568917</id><published>2009-05-06T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:47:43.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 0px solid rgb(255, 104, 104); padding: 0px; text-align: left;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met this guy at work, im 26 years old &amp;amp; he is 46 yrs old... he s divorced with one boy (7 yrs)..&lt;br /&gt;We are togather since beganing of last Nov.08....everything went just GREAT sice the beganing...although we have all the contrasts ever( i mean the age,social status,education..)but simply i thought that i have the best relation ever with the best man ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SglDi2Eg_9I/AAAAAAAABTs/W7fztTyqwD0/s400/ngentot+gadis+perawan.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334869499506130898" /&gt;He used to send me flowers(coz he knew that i love roses)candels.....any body knew about us was just envy us...but on Apr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th 09..accedintly i found tons of fake stories about him...he jailed on that date coz he stole money 5 yrs ago from ppl... the family he used to tell me about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SglD7aw-2lI/AAAAAAAABT0/Gdz9abpXamg/s400/ngentot+perawan.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334869921673173586" /&gt;It appears to be not the same one i spoke to them after his last crises...the relationship with his ex seems to be not as the relation he tried to explian it to me..its all lies..&amp;amp; lies ..in everything.....i swear i was honest with him..i was ready to fight the world just for him &amp;amp; to be with him..but now..i dont know what to do!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean what happened &amp;amp; when it happened i just cant understand that...it hurts..it hurts alot..i wish if i never met him..but the funny part is i just cant stop thinking of him, im tring to give him excuses every time i tell my self he a lier....god..i wiah if never introduce my heart for him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208227270752893705-5079994695279568917?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/5079994695279568917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=5079994695279568917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/5079994695279568917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/5079994695279568917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-stories.html' title='Love Stories'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SglDi2Eg_9I/AAAAAAAABTs/W7fztTyqwD0/s72-c/ngentot+gadis+perawan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-9184514066377881782</id><published>2009-03-13T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:48:28.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl I love, likes someone else</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 0px solid rgb(255, 104, 104); padding: 0px; text-align: left;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, for those of you reading this, this will be long as I'm looking for serious help here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SoQdW8EweiI/AAAAAAAABgo/n_EGDmWcM-8/s400/janda+ayu.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369448935652882978" /&gt;I met this girl the summer before 6th grade at a company picnic(our dads work together). I was just struck by her beauty, I was literally in awe. So I talked to her, and we hit it off as friends pretty well. I got her A.I.M screen name and went home a very happy boy. Then, late in 6th grade (we went to different schools) I told her how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was crazy about her, and I told her how beautiful I thought she was, and that her personality was the greatest of anyone I have ever met. I even wrote a poem. She told me that I was really sweet, but that we should remain friends. I was heart broken. Then it was even worse, she ended up getting a boyfriend! But I still loved her (yes, this is a love at first sight moment) so I stayed her friend. We went up to Quebec with both our families because we both ski (Yet ANOTHER thing we have in common). But anyways, to spare some time, we would drink from the same glass, sit in the same chair, normal stuff for close friends. But I thought she was getting over her ex- boyfriend, and so I risked it all again, and told her again how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SoQdeduH0MI/AAAAAAAABgw/O7DRUucBSnk/s400/janda+imut.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369449064943833282" /&gt;Same thing happened. And then, her and her ex got back together again! The same thing happened in 8th grade, and I told her I thought I was in love with her and she called me a creeper but somehow, we managed to get through that and we're still really good friends. So now we're just ending our freshmen year in high school together and she is still... just my friend. And today, she told me about how the BF from 6th grade and her are sort of off and on about their relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shes this goddess and im sort of the skinny, not an adonnas, but O.K looking. Ive had a few girlfriends but most lasted only a week or less, my heart just wasn't into it. I want two things, either to somehow win her over, or to get over her and move on to other girls. So can you help me out here? What should I do? Change how I look? Workout more? Ill do ANYTHING for this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208227270752893705-9184514066377881782?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/9184514066377881782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=9184514066377881782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/9184514066377881782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/9184514066377881782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-i-love-likes-someone-else.html' title='Girl I love, likes someone else'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/SoQdW8EweiI/AAAAAAAABgo/n_EGDmWcM-8/s72-c/janda+ayu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-3595472709470534541</id><published>2009-02-02T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:53:26.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premarital Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WE SHOULDN’T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gx8SHBoWI/AAAAAAAACMg/qcsdLa54ZwA/s1600-h/sexy-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gx8SHBoWI/AAAAAAAACMg/qcsdLa54ZwA/s400/sexy-girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433647862145720674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She: Dick is quite right when he intimates that I connived to see him again after he drove me home. His being a gentleman was a refreshing change from the other fellows in the crowd who thought that they were God’s gift to womanhood and that they had a right to paw us after free-loading at a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Dick right from the start and “helped” him along when I saw that he was very bashful. O.K., so I let him make advances. I wasn’t ready to give myself, but I always heard from the girls that it helped snare a husband if you put out the right bait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick resorts to the old cliche— if you really loved me, you’d let me. But, I always remind him of an even older cliche—if you loved me, you wouldn’t make such demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m quite sure that we are going to get married, even if we started having intimate relations from now to the time of our wedding bells. But. what if Dick did find some excuse to back out of the engagement? Where would I be then? I’d be thrown back into the pond, probably with the word getting around that I was no longer chaste. I’m well aware of the fact that non-virgins do manage to get married, but I’d rather not gamble on being passed from one fellow to another for sampling. If I want to lead that kind of life, I’d be better off doing it on a commercial scale, than being an unpaid amateur in search of a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gydGHurSI/AAAAAAAACMo/UjT-LVzKh4U/s1600-h/beach-sexgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gydGHurSI/AAAAAAAACMo/UjT-LVzKh4U/s400/beach-sexgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433648425863130402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ll even agree that our love is God-given but I can’t go along with the idea that the marriage contract is meaningless to lovers because the marriage ceremony is actually a legal contract in accordance with laws established by the society of the times. To me, the marriage contract is God-given too for it is within His scheme of things that we find one mate and live in monogomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once I’ve wanted to go all the way. I get passionate when I allow Dick to probe my body as I do his. but I control myself and feel that we can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick doesn’t know it but when we just started going steady. I found out that one time when he lied and said he couldn’t take me out. he was out with the boys—out whorering. I dated a former beau that night and came as close as I ever did to losing my virginity. I did things that night, that in retrospect shock me now, but I was angry and I was trying to get even for the hurt of being tossed aside for a strumpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature adults shouldn’t get married because they have an incurable urge —they should consider as necessary, but as a pleasant by-product, rather than the focal point of marriage. If Dick can’t wait, I’d be agreeable to moving up our marriage a few months, something which can easily be arranged, a lot easier than my compromising my principles and losing both respect for Dick and for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/premarital-relations.html"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---Back&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/6208227270752893705-3595472709470534541?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/3595472709470534541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=3595472709470534541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/3595472709470534541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/3595472709470534541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/premarital-relations_02.html' title='Premarital Relations'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gx8SHBoWI/AAAAAAAACMg/qcsdLa54ZwA/s72-c/sexy-girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-8038601369635418388</id><published>2009-02-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:54:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premarital Relations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WE SHOULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gvtXqWVII/AAAAAAAACMI/-xDjCIHZa20/s1600-h/couplekiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gvtXqWVII/AAAAAAAACMI/-xDjCIHZa20/s400/couplekiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433645406914761858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He: To present my side of the argument it is necessary to start at the beginning. I first met Alice when her date at a party got drunk and I volunteered to drive her home. I didn’t see her again until I was invited to a party given by one of her friends—an invite I suspect was extended to me at Alice’s request. We had a few dates and I was always a gentleman—in fact the first time we kissed was on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One summer evening we stopped off in a quiet spot after seeing an early movie and it was Alice who started the little necking session that evening. A few dates later I made some advances and she didn’t mind my fondling her breasts and unzipping her dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gxZkvLC6I/AAAAAAAACMY/dXi6klcvhPI/s1600-h/secret-sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gxZkvLC6I/AAAAAAAACMY/dXi6klcvhPI/s400/secret-sex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433647265850526626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, a year later we are on the threshold of marriage. The date is set, the catering contract for our wedding reception has been signed by her parents, the invitations have been printed and we’re preparing the guest list. I won’t back out now. I am going to marry Alice but I can’t stand the mental and physical torture of playing with her and then being sent home without having spent my passion. It’s getting so that I can’t do my work—I think of nothing else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gv5bxGUsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/3DfSVNGGJ5w/s1600-h/katieprice-hot-girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gv5bxGUsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/3DfSVNGGJ5w/s400/katieprice-hot-girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433645614175244994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect Alice and wouldn’t think her cheap if she gave herself to me now. Many is the time that I’ve argued this point with her and tried to convince her that our love is God-given while the marriage contract is only a man-made device of society. If it will be all right to fulfill our desires after we are legally married as the culmination of our love for each other, do we love each other any less now that we can deny ourselves the right to make love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice wants me. I know she wants me as I do her—that is why I can’t understand why we both are facing and putting up with a physical denial which is giving us both emotional troubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/premarital-relations_02.html"&gt;Next---&gt;&gt;&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/6208227270752893705-8038601369635418388?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/8038601369635418388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=8038601369635418388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8038601369635418388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8038601369635418388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/premarital-relations.html' title='Premarital Relations'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2gvtXqWVII/AAAAAAAACMI/-xDjCIHZa20/s72-c/couplekiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-8747916977540516742</id><published>2009-02-01T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:54:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Kiss and Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Far too many literary adaptations wear the fancy dress of high culture prestige or bind themselves into corsets of reverence. Pascale Ferran’s “Lady Chatterley” is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2bowBrT65I/AAAAAAAACLg/u7IAV1IlJ20/s400/couple-dance.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433285912250542994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;different, and not just because it is a costume drama whose main characters frequently appear unclothed. It is hardly a canonical or faithful rendering of D. H. Lawrence’s once-scandalous novel — Ms. Ferran based her film on an earlier, less notorious version of the book and made Lawrence’s earthy English lovers profess their amours en français — but who needs that anyway? This “Lady Chatterley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;,” winner of five César awards in France, feels bracingly fresh, vital and modern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is easy to forget just how modern Lawrence was, and remains. Even books that were daring in their day have a way of becoming respectable with the passage of time, as they are folded into the educational curriculum and the other machinery of middlebrow culture. Ms. Ferran restores Lawrence to the present partly by placing his themes in the service of her own sensibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A learned friend of mine, after seeing the film, remarked that it was not very Lawrentian, an objection that is not so much inaccurate as irrelevant. Lawrence’s quasimystical notions about and nature have been revised and to some degree refined. His eros of dirt and sweat and animal impulses — less pronounced in the version Ms. Ferran chose than in its better-known successor — are replaced by the sensuality of sunshine, wildflowers and fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2bpCDVe93I/AAAAAAAACLo/URXB8YMgziQ/s400/relationship.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433286221933508466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which is not to suggest that there is anything soft or overly pretty about “Lady Chatterley,” which is candid, unsentimental and, in spite of a nearly three-hour running time, remarkably brisk. It tells a disarmingly simple story. Constance Chatterley (Marina Hands) is a young wife not so much oppressed by convention as bored with her marriage and detached from her own feelings. Her husband, Clifford (Hippollyte Girardot), crippled by a war wound, has moved them to his family’s estate, Wragby (try saying it in French), where there is not much for Constance to do. Until, that is, she meets Oliver Parkin (Jean-Louis Coulloc’h), Wragby’s taciturn gamekeeper, with his taurine physique and sad boxer’s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lawrence was one of the first writers to insist that was a powerful, transformative realm of experience that deserved to be considered on its own terms, outside of traditional moral and religious considerations. His three versions of “Lady Chatterley” (Ms. Ferran’s source is the second) push this view beyond what seemed, to Lawrence and several generations of British censors, to be the limits of acceptable discourse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-kiss-and-fresh-air.html"&gt;Next---&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/6208227270752893705-8747916977540516742?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/8747916977540516742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=8747916977540516742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8747916977540516742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/8747916977540516742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-kiss-and-fresh-air_01.html' title='Love, Kiss and Fresh Air'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/S2bowBrT65I/AAAAAAAACLg/u7IAV1IlJ20/s72-c/couple-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208227270752893705.post-2337239033015216449</id><published>2009-02-01T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:58:17.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Kiss and Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course what once seemed transgressive is by now old news. But if novels and movies about have lost their salutary shock value, many of Lawrence’s &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/ShkBY3twJHI/AAAAAAAABWE/QGENcI-UF6k/s400/tante+gatel.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339300360008770674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;essential insights about human nature remain true. What Ms. Ferran shows, with exemplary clarity and subtlety, is the way attraction, and the connection it creates, alter both Constance’s and Parkin’s perceptions of themselves, each other and the world around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not an easy change to convey, in part because the lovers lack words to explain what is happening to them. But the actors’ faces and bodies pro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ve to be impressively eloquent, as is Julien Hirsch’s verdant, summery cinematography. The film’s scenes (there are six in all) chart the progress of desire from curiosity to intimacy and convey how chemistry can turn into love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first time Parkin and Lady Chatterley make love, it is in haste, fully clothed, on the floor of Parkin’s cottage. Afterward the camera lingers on Ms. Hands’s face — her loveliness is more sweet than smoldering — as if pausing to interpret the enigmatic smile that plays over her features. It is a look of pleasure certainly (though not exactly of rapture, given how quick and clumsy Parkin was), but also of surprise, apprehension and insight. Something unexpected has happened to Constance, and she appears intrigued by the prospect of figuring out what it was. And of doing it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/ShkBpmJslMI/AAAAAAAABWM/qv6H6x9ag2k/s400/ngentot+tante.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339300647351915714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ms. Hands, still in the early stages of her film career, has a beguiling mixture of poise and naturalness. Her Lady Chatterley is both decorous and straightforward, a woman whose easy friendliness helps to bridge the differences of background and status between her and Parkin. Class, at least as much a preoccupation for Lawrence as, figures less prominently in this film than it might have. This is partly because the actors, speaking French while pretending to be English, don’t have the accents that would mark their place in the British social hierarchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the contrast between Parkin and Lady Chatterley is not just a matter of privilege, and Mr. Coulloc’h and Ms. Hands complicate the stereotypes to which their characters might be vulnerable. He is timid and kind as well as rough, and she seems to be as comfortable in the woods as in her drawing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In stripping “Lady Chatterley” of some of its mystique, Ms. Ferran has rediscovered both the novel’s originality and the source of its durable appeal, which is not salaciousness but candor. She has made a love story that stands on its own, a film whose imaginative freedom perfectly matches the liberation experienced by its heroine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-kiss-and-fresh-air_01.html"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;---Back&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/6208227270752893705-2337239033015216449?l=ngentotperawan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/feeds/2337239033015216449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208227270752893705&amp;postID=2337239033015216449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/2337239033015216449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208227270752893705/posts/default/2337239033015216449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ngentotperawan.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-kiss-and-fresh-air.html' title='Love, Kiss and Fresh Air'/><author><name>Gavuliani</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/Sq4DDtNoYBI/AAAAAAAABwM/CCyHduJ82t4/S220/C90BCB34-A7EF-4940-832F-8C6DEE53B35A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x00idU5JjEo/ShkBY3twJHI/AAAAAAAABWE/QGENcI-UF6k/s72-c/tante+gatel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
