<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2024 05:28:58 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>33 Facts about Guys...</category><category>4 Questions and 1 Bonus Question.....try this out.....if you dare</category><category>9 Things I Hate...</category><category>A Link to Heaven</category><category>A beautiful conversation...</category><category>A different Love Letter...</category><category>A real mastermind...</category><category>Are you the chosen one?</category><category>Best Quotes</category><category>CV of a Software Engineer...</category><category>Can you find the C?</category><category>Celebrations means .... what?</category><category>Cruel Doctors</category><category>Funny but True...</category><category>Get your Goth name</category><category>How Friends Break Up</category><category>How much do you score?</category><category>I just loved the depth of this...</category><category>If you receive a phone call on your mobile from any person..</category><category>Imp....at ATM machines</category><category>Inform everyone...</category><category>Innocence...will definitely touch your heart</category><category>Life Goes On . . .</category><category>Life is Precious People</category><category>Love you...Dad</category><category>Newton....the great</category><category>Nice Touching Story...a must read</category><category>Real and Fake Friends</category><category>Smart Kid...</category><category>TRY THIS AND DON&#39;T CHEAT It works..........</category><category>The Lady</category><category>True...</category><category>Why Students Fail In Examz....nice theory</category><category>Will remember this all my life...</category><category>Wrong Number...really funny</category><category>You can make a difference to somebody&#39;s life by just smiling</category><category>an American and the Dog</category><title>A Blog For Everyone</title><description></description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-6095847470335457756</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T14:29:35.625+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Smart Kid...</category><title>Smart Kid...</title><description>A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, &quot;This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the&lt;br /&gt;other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then calls the boy over and asks, &quot;Which do you want, son?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy takes the quarters and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What did I tell you?&quot; said the barber. &quot;That kid never learns!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming&lt;br /&gt;out of the ice cream store. &quot;Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why&lt;br /&gt;did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy licked his cone and replied, &quot;Because the day I take the&lt;br /&gt;dollar, the game&#39;s over!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember : &quot;It is always better to be smart than to be oversmart&quot;</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/smart-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-5941946322637170300</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T20:58:47.984+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Can you find the C?</category><title>Can you find the C?</title><description>This is not a joke... If you can pass, you can safely turn on your&lt;br /&gt;ignition key again and cancel your annual eye examination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you find the &quot;C&quot; ??? (Good exercise for the eyes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you&#39;ve found the C..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999699999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;9999999999999999999999999999999999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you&#39;ve found the 6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the N! (it&#39;s hard!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you&#39;ve found the N...assume yourself to be a pro!</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/can-you-find-c.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-5162894070384373511</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T14:53:01.747+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">an American and the Dog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Lady</category><title>The Lady, an American and the Dog</title><description>An American soldier, serving in World War II, had just returned from several weeks of intense action on the German front lines. He had finally been granted R&amp;R and was on a train bound for London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train, looking for an empty seat. The only unoccupied seat was directly adjacent to a well dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her little dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war weary soldier asked, &quot;Please, ma&#39;am, may I sit in that seat?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, &quot;You Americans. You are such a rude class of people. Can&#39;t you see my Little Fife is using that seat?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after another&quot; trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the woman with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he asked, &quot;Please, lady. May I sit there? I&#39;m very tired.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, &quot;You Americans! Not only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier didn&#39;t say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little dog, tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the empty seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone defend her and chastise the soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke up, &quot;You know, sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you&#39;ve thrown the wrong bitch out the window.&quot;</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/lady-american-and-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-9064924259214890208</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-21T20:16:09.636+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">True...</category><title>True...</title><description>If you&#39;re mad with someone , and nobody&#39;s there to fix the situation &lt;br /&gt;...You fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe today, that person still wants to be your friend.And if u &lt;br /&gt;don&#39;t, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re in love with somebody , but that person doesn&#39;t know... &lt;br /&gt;tell her/him. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe today, that person is also in love with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don&#39;t say it, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to kiss somebody...kiss her/him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that person wants a kiss from you, too.And if you don&#39;t kiss &lt;br /&gt;her/him today, tomorrow can be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still love a person that you think has forgetten you... tell &lt;br /&gt;her/him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that person have always loved you. And if you don&#39;t tell her/him &lt;br /&gt;today , tomorrow can be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a hug of a friend... ask her/him for it. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe they need it more than you do. And if you don&#39;t ask for it today, tomorrow can be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really have friends who you appreciate ... tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they appreciate you as well. That if you don&#39;t and they leave or &lt;br /&gt;go far away today , tomorrow can be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your parents, and never had the chance to show them... do &lt;br /&gt;it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have them there to show them how you feel. That if you don&#39;t &lt;br /&gt;and they leave today , then tomorrow can be too late.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-8305354797394197168</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Apr 2008 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-12T16:04:49.807+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CV of a Software Engineer...</category><title>CV of a Software Engineer...</title><description>Profile of a Software Engineer: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me: I think I am changing the world, but I am not. I think I am&lt;br /&gt;contributing to the Indian economy, but I guess I am not. I think I love &lt;br /&gt;my work, but I do not. I think I hate all people who made me earn my&lt;br /&gt;engineering degree, and I do. I think I am living, but and most&lt;br /&gt;importantly, I am LOOKING for someone!! Ok...I won&#39;t be funny anymore. I&lt;br /&gt;am a cool guy with a zeal to enjoy life (If you know me--&gt; &quot;Just stop laughing!!&quot;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship status: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: The day my PL is about to fire me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 10111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here for: web browsing in company hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children: can&#39;t be (hey, don&#39;t get me wrong here!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicity: Programmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages I speak: Java, C/C++, 010101110101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion: I get holidays on all religious festivals, so I love all religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political view: the guy sitting beside me is a pig!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humor: weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion: Ask my company HR. Btw, I like jeans, t-shirt and a cross-bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking: The second greatest pleasure on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking: The first is this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living: Cummon, this is a stupid one. How can this be asked to a software&lt;br /&gt;engineer? Believe me, I am living!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hometown: My company (Oh God! Please bring my appraiser to this page) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webpage: http://naukri.com, http://jobsahead.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passions: searching for the cheapest pub around, cursing my company,&lt;br /&gt;looking for another company, remembering my good old college days,&lt;br /&gt;worrying about my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports: quake, CS (Counter Strike), computer chess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities: Are you crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books: &quot;How to lose weight in 20 days?&quot;, &quot;How to live a happy life?&quot;, &quot;101&lt;br /&gt;ways to attract a girl&quot;, &quot;Java Unleashed&quot;, &quot;C++ at your footsteps&quot;, Others&lt;br /&gt;censored &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Metallica, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, ACDC, and anything depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tv shows: can&#39;t afford one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuisines: Bread Butter, Maggi, anything available within 200 metres of home</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/cv-of-software-engineer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-6990801398896449002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Mar 2008 07:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T13:24:49.236+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">How much do you score?</category><title>How much do you score?</title><description>1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three&lt;br /&gt;rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins&lt;br /&gt;with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven&#39;t eaten in&lt;br /&gt;3 years. Which room is safest for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for over&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go out&lt;br /&gt;together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are two plastic jugs filled with water. How could you put all&lt;br /&gt;of this water into a barrel, without using the jugs or any dividers,&lt;br /&gt;and still tell which water came from which jug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when&lt;br /&gt;you throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday,&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is an unusual paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it.&lt;br /&gt;It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact,&lt;br /&gt;nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about&lt;br /&gt;it, but you still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a&lt;br /&gt;bit, you might find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the answers below....&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;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The third. Lions that haven&#39;t eaten in three years are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The woman was a photographer. She shot a picture of her husband,&lt;br /&gt;developed it, and hung it up to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Freeze them first. Take them out of the jugs and put the ice in the&lt;br /&gt;barrel. You will be able to tell which water came from which jug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The answer is Charcoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sure you can: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The letter &quot;e,&quot; which is the most common letter in the English&lt;br /&gt;language, does not appear once in the long paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Many Did u get right?????</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-much-do-you-score.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-2215578094410960720</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T12:59:22.334+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Are you the chosen one?</category><title>Are you the chosen one?</title><description>2% or 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is strange...can you figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the 2% or 98% of the population?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the instructions! NO PEEKING AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do the following exercise, guaranteed to raise an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There&#39;s no trick or surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Just follow these instructions, and answer the questions one at a&lt;br /&gt;time and as quickly as you can!&lt;br /&gt;* Again, as quickly as you can but don&#39;t advance until you&#39;ve done each&lt;br /&gt;of them ... really.&lt;br /&gt;* Now, scroll down (but not too fast, you might miss something.)&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;Think of a number from 1 to 10&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;Multiply that number by 9&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;If the number is a 2-digit number, add the digits together&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;Now subtract 5&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;Determine which letter in the alphabet corresponds to the number you&lt;br /&gt;ended up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(example: 1=a, 2=b, 3=c,etc.)&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;Think of a country that starts with that letter.&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;Remember the last letter of the name of that country.&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;Think of the name of an animal that starts with that letter.&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;Remember the last letter in the name of that animal.&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;Think of the name of a fruit that starts with that letter.&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;Are you thinking of a Kangaroo in Denmark eating an Orange ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you this was FREAKY!! If not, you&#39;re among the 2% of the&lt;br /&gt;population whose minds are different enough to think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;98% of&lt;br /&gt;people will answer with kangaroos in Denmark when given this exercise.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-chosen-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-2599083070292702753</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T19:05:29.398+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inform everyone...</category><title>Inform everyone...</title><description>Hi friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the information I received just before 1 hour from one friend. &lt;br /&gt;He is staying in Mumbai(INDIA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Mumbai Mirror Daily, it is written that so many terrorists and &lt;br /&gt;under world people has got connecting through orkut. Like Davood &lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim, Chotta Shakkil, ...........so many people are getting new man &lt;br /&gt;power &lt;br /&gt;through Orkut only. The IB has started their investigations. So please &lt;br /&gt;reduce the contacts through Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is usual that we receive friend request from unknown people. But if &lt;br /&gt;you actually do not know that person it is good to reject that request. &lt;br /&gt;Because if one terrorist is found by Police, his entire friend&#39;s list &lt;br /&gt;will be carefully followed. And if you are there, you also will be in &lt;br /&gt;trouble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be careful! Also forward it to all your friends. This information is &lt;br /&gt;true. It is written in the front page of Mumbai Mirror Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thinking that why these people adding so many friends &lt;br /&gt;through orkut. It is simply because to mislead the Police. When &lt;br /&gt;they(Police) &lt;br /&gt;get a huge friend list they will be concentrating on them. They may be &lt;br /&gt;innocent people. At that time the real terrorists can escape. So &lt;br /&gt;friends, please forward this information to all you know.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/inform-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-6109386116967062800</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 14:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T20:38:59.514+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Will remember this all my life...</category><title>Will remember this all my life...</title><description>Last night you and your best friend had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide not to talk to her the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grind your teeth at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells her friends nice things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spread bad rumors about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tries to come and talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you push her aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks you are a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think she is a terrible friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes nice notes to you, telling you about the best times you shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together. You write about all the bad times you can remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiencing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down you know she&#39;s sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you have is hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day you find a note. It reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -------------,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you yesterday, but you didn&#39;t let me speak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell you good things,but you were afraid to hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile at you, to take away the hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it&#39;s time to tell you, even though it&#39;s a bit late. That i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bad condition and it is getting worse. I&#39;m sorry to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to tell you that i won&#39;t be able to see you today. I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this to you today in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m sorry i should have told you sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really sorry about our argument,you are such a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i shall watch over you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run to the hospital to tell her you are sorry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only her mum is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand clasped over her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was crying. Down on her knees she prays, for her daughter to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you told her sorry sooner and got to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All friends have their ups and downs, and sometimes you need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry... Don&#39;t wait for the other person to do it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you never know what could happen.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-remember-this-all-my-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-2155158850256820500</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2008 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-16T19:42:02.297+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">If you receive a phone call on your mobile from any person..</category><title>If you receive a phone call on your mobile from any person..</title><description>If you receive a phone call on your mobile from any person, saying that&lt;br /&gt;they&#39;re checking your mobile line, and you have to press # 90 or #09 or&lt;br /&gt;any other number. End this call immediately without pressing any&lt;br /&gt;numbers. There is a fraud company using a device that once you press&lt;br /&gt;#90 or&lt;br /&gt;#09 they can access your &quot;SIM&quot; card and make calls at your expense.&lt;br /&gt;Forward this message to as many friends as you can, to stop it. This&lt;br /&gt;information has been confirmed by both Motorola and Nokia. There are&lt;br /&gt;over 3&lt;br /&gt;Million mobile phones being infected by this virus in all around the&lt;br /&gt;world now. You can also check this news in the CNN web site</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-receive-phone-call-on-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-3663117713627835997</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-12T14:10:06.651+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">I just loved the depth of this...</category><title>I just loved the depth of this...</title><description>This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to see how many people get her poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York&lt;br /&gt;Hospital .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It! was sent by a medical doctor - Make sure to read what&lt;br /&gt;is in&lt;br /&gt;the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly&#39;s erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won&#39;t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;d better slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won&#39;t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,&quot;Hi&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;d better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music won&#39;t last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-loved-depth-of-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-6008601818375022810</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2008 09:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-09T14:54:00.575+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Innocence...will definitely touch your heart</category><title>Innocence...will definitely touch your heart</title><description>THE DOLL AND THE ROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around in a store. I saw a &lt;br /&gt;Cashier hand this little boy his money back saying &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&#39;m sorry, but you don&#39;t have enough &lt;br /&gt;money to buy this doll.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman &lt;br /&gt;Next to him: &#39;&#39;Granny, are you sure I don&#39;t have &lt;br /&gt;Enough money?&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied: &#39;&#39;You know that you &lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for 5 &lt;br /&gt;Minutes while she went to look around. She left &lt;br /&gt;Quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in &lt;br /&gt;His hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him &lt;br /&gt;Who he wished to give this doll to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&#39;s the doll that my sister loved most and &lt;br /&gt;Wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa &lt;br /&gt;Claus would bring it to her.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will &lt;br /&gt;Bring it to her after all, and not to worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he replied to me sadly. &quot;No, Santa Claus &lt;br /&gt;Can&#39;t bring it to her where she is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to Give the doll to my mommy so that &lt;br /&gt;she can give it to My sister when she goes there.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. &quot;My &lt;br /&gt;Sister has gone to be with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says that &lt;br /&gt;Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I &lt;br /&gt;Thought that she could take the doll with her to &lt;br /&gt;Give it to my sister.&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart nearly stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said: &lt;br /&gt;&quot;I Told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her &lt;br /&gt;To wait until I come back from the mall.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him &lt;br /&gt;Where he was laughing. He then told me &quot;I want mommy &lt;br /&gt;To take my picture with her so she won&#39;t forget me.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love my mommy and I wish she doesn&#39;t have &lt;br /&gt;To leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be &lt;br /&gt;With my little sister.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad &lt;br /&gt;Eyes, very quietly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to &lt;br /&gt;The boy. &quot;What if we checked again, just in case you &lt;br /&gt;Do have enough money?&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ok&quot; he said &quot;I hope that I have enough.&quot;I &lt;br /&gt;Added some of my money to his without him seeing and &lt;br /&gt;We started to count it. There was enough for the &lt;br /&gt;Doll and even some spare money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy said: &quot;Thank you God for &lt;br /&gt;Giving me enough money!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he looked at me and added &quot;I asked &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have &lt;br /&gt;Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give &lt;br /&gt;It to my sister. He heard me!&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I also wanted to have enough money to buy a &lt;br /&gt;White rose for my mommy, but I didn&#39;t dare to ask &lt;br /&gt;God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the &lt;br /&gt;Doll and a white rose.&#39;&#39; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My mommy loves white roses.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady came again &lt;br /&gt;And I left with my basket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally &lt;br /&gt;Different state from when I started. I couldn&#39;t get the little boy &lt;br /&gt;Out of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article &lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit &lt;br /&gt;A car, where there was one young lady and a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl died right away, and the &lt;br /&gt;Mother was left in a critical state. The family had &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To decide whether to pull the plug on the &lt;br /&gt;Life-assisting machine, because the young lady would &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not be able to recover from the coma. &lt;br /&gt;Was this the family of the little boy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days after this encounter with the &lt;br /&gt;Little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young &lt;br /&gt;Lady had passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn&#39;t stop myself as I bought a bunch &lt;br /&gt;Of white roses and I went to the funeral home where &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body of the young woman was exposed for people &lt;br /&gt;To see and make last wishes before burial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of &lt;br /&gt;The little boy and the doll placed over her chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that &lt;br /&gt;My life had been changed forever. The love that this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy had for his mother and his sister is &lt;br /&gt;Still, to this day, hard to imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a Fraction of a second, a drunk &lt;br /&gt;driver had taken all This away from him.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/innocencewill-definitely-touch-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-5357878450544586835</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-08T12:34:38.233+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations means .... what?</category><title>Celebrations means .... what?</title><description>Celebration means...........what?&lt;br /&gt;Celebration means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A winter evening.&lt;br /&gt;Four friends.&lt;br /&gt;One barsaat.&lt;br /&gt;Four glasses of chai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundred bucks of gas.&lt;br /&gt;A rusty old bike.&lt;br /&gt;And an open road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggi noodles.&lt;br /&gt;A hostel room.&lt;br /&gt;4.25 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 old friends.&lt;br /&gt;3 separate cities.&lt;br /&gt;3 coffee mugs.&lt;br /&gt;1 internet messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on a hot tin roof.&lt;br /&gt;Pakoras deep-frying.&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours dropping in.&lt;br /&gt;A party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and mom.&lt;br /&gt;A summer night.&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of coconut oil.&lt;br /&gt;A head massage.&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping about absent family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can spend&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds on birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;Thousands on festivals,&lt;br /&gt;Lakhs on weddings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is spend your Time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch with your loved ones .........</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/celebrations-means-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-9010289205213838562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-01T09:47:43.417+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">You can make a difference to somebody&#39;s life by just smiling</category><title>You can make a difference to somebody&#39;s life by just smiling</title><description>What would you do? You make the choice! Don&#39;t look for a punch line; &lt;br /&gt;There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn&#39;t one! Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled&lt;br /&gt;children,the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be&lt;br /&gt;forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated &lt;br /&gt;staff,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he offered a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. &lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the natural order of things in my son?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. &quot;I believe,that when a child like Shay, &lt;br /&gt;physically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to &lt;br /&gt;realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other &lt;br /&gt;people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat that child.&quot;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew &lt;br /&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing baseball. Shay asked,&quot;Do you think they&#39;ll let me play?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay&#39;s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone ! like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay&#39;s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, &quot;We&#39;re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he can be on our team and we&#39;ll try to put him in to bat in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninth inning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team&#39;s bench put on a team shirt with a &lt;br /&gt;broad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his &lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys saw the father&#39;s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of the eighth inning, Shay&#39;s team scored a few runs but was still &lt;br /&gt;behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and &lt;br /&gt;played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the right field. Even though no hits ! came his way, he was &lt;br /&gt;obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the &lt;br /&gt;ninth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inning, Shay&#39;s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases &lt;br /&gt;loaded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to &lt;br /&gt;win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a &lt;br /&gt;hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was all but impossible &#39;cause Shay didn&#39;t even know how to hold the bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay&#39;s life, moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and &lt;br /&gt;missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly &lt;br /&gt;towards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow &lt;br /&gt;ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first&lt;br /&gt;baseman,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started yelling, &quot;Shay, run to first! Run to first!&quot; Never in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He&lt;br /&gt;scampered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, &quot;Run to second, run to second!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and&lt;br /&gt;struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second &lt;br /&gt;base,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood &lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pitcher&#39;s intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and &lt;br /&gt;far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the third-baseman&#39;s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously &lt;br /&gt;as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, &quot;Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and &lt;br /&gt;turned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him in the direction of third base, and shouted, &quot;Run to third Shay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run to third&quot; As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those watching were on their feet were screaming, &quot;Shay, run home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the &quot;grand slam&quot; and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn&#39;t make it to another summer and died that winter, having &lt;br /&gt;never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of &lt;br /&gt;jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to &lt;br /&gt;sending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The &lt;br /&gt;crude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public&lt;br /&gt;discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re thinking about forwarding this message,chances are that &lt;br /&gt;you&#39;re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably sorting out the people on your address list that aren&#39;t the&lt;br /&gt;&quot;appropriate&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you &lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of&lt;br /&gt;opportunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day to help realize the &quot;natural order of things.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us &lt;br /&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it&#39;s &lt;br /&gt;least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunate amongst them. !</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-can-make-difference-to-somebodys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-8087936527976997009</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-30T13:37:58.356+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Get your Goth name</category><title>Get your Goth name</title><description>Go to this site &amp; enter your name in the box &amp; hit the Get Name button.&lt;br /&gt;DON&#39;T CHEAT, KEEP THE FIRST ONE THEY GIVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.deadname.com</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-your-goth-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-1968505814208880861</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T12:56:25.060+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">33 Facts about Guys...</category><title>33 Facts about Guys...</title><description>*Belive it or not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys like their gadgets &amp; bikes more than a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don&#39;t actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and &lt;br /&gt;presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When a guy says he doesn&#39;t understand you, it simply means you&#39;re not &lt;br /&gt;thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, &lt;br /&gt;they always think about the girl they truly care about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a guy really likes you, he&#39;ll disregard all your bad &lt;br /&gt;characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys go crazy over a girl&#39;s smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys will do anything just to get the girl&#39;s attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When you touch a guy&#39;s heart, there&#39;s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When a girl says &quot;no&quot;, a guy hears it as &quot;try again tomorrow&quot;. ... &lt;br /&gt;so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the &lt;br /&gt;message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple &lt;br /&gt;of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn&#39;t &lt;br /&gt;mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of &lt;br /&gt;the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Like Eve, girls are guys&#39; weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Imp.)19. It&#39;s good to test a guy first before you believe him. But &lt;br /&gt;don&#39;t let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they&#39;re not that &lt;br /&gt;much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to &lt;br /&gt;listen to him. You don&#39;t need to give advice ... very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls&#39; height doesn&#39;t really matter to a guy but her weight does! &lt;br /&gt;... very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too &lt;br /&gt;possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is &lt;br /&gt;about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him &lt;br /&gt;praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If a guy says you&#39;re beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your &lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&#39;t this all make sense?</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/33-facts-about-guys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-3401347117551700607</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-28T14:41:35.065+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">A beautiful conversation...</category><title>A beautiful conversation...</title><description>A MUST READ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who this intelligent student is, one of the most talented in our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;country(INDIA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN INTERESTING CONVERSATION .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks one of his new students to stand and .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn&#39;t. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Student is silent.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can&#39;t answer, can you? Let&#39;s start again, young fellow. Is God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That&#39;s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn&#39;t it? And God did make everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: does not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible things exist in the world, don&#39;t they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: has no answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I&#39;m afraid I haven&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says your GOD doesn&#39;t exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn&#39;t. (The lecture theatre becomes very quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with this turn of events.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don&#39;t have anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can&#39;t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn&#39;t darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: You&#39;re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called darkness, isn&#39;t it? In reality, darkness isn&#39;t. If it were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn&#39;t you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;measure. Sir, science can&#39;t even explain a thought. It uses electricity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life: just the absence of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir? (TheProfessor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor&#39;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor&#39;s brain, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you&#39;ll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: I believe you have enjoyed the conversation...and if so...you&#39;ll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably want your friends/colleagues to enjoy the same...won&#39;t you? So do forward them to increase their knowledge... this is a true story, and the student was none other than......... ..............................................&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;Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former president of India.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful-conversation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-8873372853451626485</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-26T16:59:41.076+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny but True...</category><title>Funny but True...</title><description>Marriages are made in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;then what are made in Hell? &lt;br /&gt;Ans : the days after marriage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Marriage ceremony why is the bridegroom is made to sit on the horse ? &lt;br /&gt;He is given his last chance to run away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote ur name on the sand ............ . &lt;br /&gt;it got washed away, &lt;br /&gt;I wrote ur name in air......... ......... ........ &lt;br /&gt;it got blown away, &lt;br /&gt;So i wrote ur name in my heart....... ...... &lt;br /&gt;I got a HEART ATTACK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE is like a CIGAR&lt;br /&gt;It starts with a fire..... continues with smoke.....and ends in ashes... &lt;br /&gt;But dont worry - we are chain smokers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur smile can be compared to a flower &lt;br /&gt;ur voice can be compared to a cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;ur inocence to a child &lt;br /&gt;but in stupidity &lt;br /&gt;u have no comparison &lt;br /&gt;u r the best &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is like a pillow&lt;br /&gt;u can hug when u r in trouble &lt;br /&gt;u can cry on when u r in pain &amp; u can embrace when u r happy &lt;br /&gt;so when u need true love&lt;br /&gt;spend Rs.50/-Buy a pillow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend, &lt;br /&gt;when i ask u flower, &lt;br /&gt;u give me bouquet &lt;br /&gt;when i ask u a stone &lt;br /&gt;u give me a statue &lt;br /&gt;when i ask u a feather &lt;br /&gt;u give me peacock &lt;br /&gt;ARE U REALLY DEAF ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had VODKA with WATER &lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK &lt;br /&gt;I had WHISKY with WATER &lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;I had RUM with WATER &lt;br /&gt;I felt DRUNK &lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I&#39;LL NEVER DRINK water....!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i call u; &lt;br /&gt;1 ring means i&#39;m thinking of u; &lt;br /&gt;2 ring means i like u; &lt;br /&gt;3 means i miss u; &lt;br /&gt;4 means .........pick d phone idiot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : four beautiful ladies r walking on the road. change it to exclamatory sentence .. &lt;br /&gt;Student : WOW ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human brain is most outstanding thing....... &lt;br /&gt;it functions 24hrs 365 days.....&lt;br /&gt;it functions right from the time u r Born.... until you fall in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE - is a language of love &lt;br /&gt;SMILE - is a source to win hearts... &lt;br /&gt;SMILE - creates greatness in ur personality&lt;br /&gt;SO.... &lt;br /&gt;Brush ur Teeth today onwards</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-but-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-530557214012518937</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-24T19:10:10.968+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">4 Questions and 1 Bonus Question.....try this out.....if you dare</category><title>4 Questions and 1 Bonus Question.....try this out.....if you dare</title><description>Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to answer them instantly. You can&#39;t take your time, answer all &lt;br /&gt;of them immediately. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&#39;s find out just how clever you really are.... Ready? GO!!! (scroll &lt;br /&gt;down) First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: You are participating in a race. You overtake the second &lt;br /&gt;person. What position are you in?&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;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely &lt;br /&gt;wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are &lt;br /&gt;second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to screw up next time. Now answer the second question, but &lt;br /&gt;don&#39;t take as much time as you took for the first question, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Question: I f you overtake the last person, then you are...? &lt;br /&gt;scroll down)&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;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong &lt;br /&gt;again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;re not very good at this, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question: Very tricky arithmetic! Note: This must be done in your &lt;br /&gt;head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000 . Now add 30. Add &lt;br /&gt;another 1000. Now add 20 . Now add another 1000 Now add 10. What is the &lt;br /&gt;total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for answer.....&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;Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100. If you don&#39;t &lt;br /&gt;believe it, check it with a calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely not your day, is it? Maybe you&#39;ll get the last &lt;br /&gt;question right.... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Question: Mary&#39;s father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. &lt;br /&gt;Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&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;Did you Answer Nunu? NO! Of course it isn&#39;t. Her name is Mary. Read the &lt;br /&gt;question again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round: A mute person goes into a shop and wants to &lt;br /&gt;buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing his teeth he &lt;br /&gt;successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. &lt;br /&gt;Next, a blind man comes into the shop who wants to buy a pair of &lt;br /&gt;sunglasses; how does HE indicate what he wants?&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;He just has to open his mouth and ask... It&#39;s really very simple.... &lt;br /&gt;Like you! PASS THIS ON TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,Nobody is perfect, I am NOBODY...</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-questions-and-1-bonus-questiontry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-8936875421378892310</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 07:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-22T13:03:45.891+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life Goes On . . .</category><title>Life Goes On . . .</title><description>In every human life,&lt;br /&gt;there are some moments when one is sad and depressed&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated from every zone of life,&lt;br /&gt;And feel like leaving everything &amp; going away&lt;br /&gt;And Life Goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments in which&lt;br /&gt;one is wrapped with tensions&lt;br /&gt;one wants to get out of them&lt;br /&gt;and fly high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;But cant run away, and life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments in which,&lt;br /&gt;one who adores hurts sentiments,&lt;br /&gt;one needs a support, a shoulder to dry on,&lt;br /&gt;But doesnt find one, and life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some moments in which one gets tired of life&lt;br /&gt;or so intensely hurt that one wants to die&lt;br /&gt;one wishes to end up with&lt;br /&gt;life at that very moment, and life goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in every human life one day arrives&lt;br /&gt;When there is a big halt to one&#39;s life.&lt;br /&gt;And then the people cry&lt;br /&gt;and show that they were concerned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the question arises&lt;br /&gt;Do they wait for one&#39;s death..,&lt;br /&gt;To care, To understand the one&lt;br /&gt;If so, then wait till death and until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Goes On . .</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-goes-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-2387394822293174197</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T16:34:40.178+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Imp....at ATM machines</category><title>Imp....at ATM machines</title><description>PIN NUMBER REVERSAL (GOOD TO KNOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM&lt;br /&gt;machine, you can notify the&lt;br /&gt;police by entering your Pin # in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. The ATM&lt;br /&gt;recognizes that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you placed in the&lt;br /&gt;machine.The machine will still give you the money you&lt;br /&gt;requested, but unknown to the&lt;br /&gt;robber,the police will be immediately dispatched to help you.&lt;br /&gt;This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it is&lt;br /&gt;seldom used because people don&#39;t know it exists.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/impat-atm-machines.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-3894444918390969086</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 06:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T11:52:08.267+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">How Friends Break Up</category><title>How Friends Break Up</title><description>How Friends Break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Friends will think the other is busy and will not contact thinking&lt;br /&gt;it may b disturbing. As time passes both will think let the other&lt;br /&gt;contact. After that each will think why should I contact first. Here ur &lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;will be converted to Hate. Finally without contact the memory becomes&lt;br /&gt;weak. They forget each other. One fine Day they will meet and blame one&lt;br /&gt;another. So Keep in touch with all your Friends. And Pass this to all &lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;friends...I don&#39;t want to be one of this kind..so here I am to say you&lt;br /&gt;,take care keep in touch ....</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-friends-break-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-7730142715989065391</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T13:36:21.345+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cruel Doctors</category><title>Cruel Doctors</title><description>Rahul sacrified his life to awake us,but what are we doing?Just read the&lt;br /&gt;news and sleep.Can&#39;t we do more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the details of an unfortunate incident that had taken place in&lt;br /&gt;Apollo Hospital , Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad , Andhra Pradesh , India .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy named Rahul(20) who was doing his engineering IIIrd year from&lt;br /&gt;Karshak Engineering College was suffering from high fever and was&lt;br /&gt;admitted&lt;br /&gt;to the Apollo hospital on Sunday, October 29th, 2006, in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors said that the case was serious and admitted the boy in the&lt;br /&gt;ICU which was closed from all sides. No one could see what was&lt;br /&gt;happening&lt;br /&gt;inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9 &#39;o&#39; clock Rahul called his father and told him that the&lt;br /&gt;doctors were talking about removing the kidneys from his body and hence&lt;br /&gt;he&lt;br /&gt;wanted them to take him away from there but since his father was from a&lt;br /&gt;small village, he thought the boy was scared and so the father took no&lt;br /&gt;action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night, the doctors at Apollo Hospital removed both the kidneys&lt;br /&gt;from Rahul&#39;s body and killed the boy. The next day, i.e. on Monday when&lt;br /&gt;the case came to light, the students of Karshak college made a big&lt;br /&gt;issue and called the press from all over India because the police was&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;letting them go inside the hospital. When the police saw the press,&lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;let the students in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On seeing the body, the students could see stiches on both the sides of&lt;br /&gt;the body just above abdomen that clearly proved that the kidneys were&lt;br /&gt;removed. But the doctors somehow got hold of the boy&#39;s uncle and&lt;br /&gt;offered&lt;br /&gt;him big money to end the case there. The Greedy Uncle agreed and took&lt;br /&gt;the boys body back home and burned the body leaving behind no proof for&lt;br /&gt;the students to prove that the kidneys were stolen. Rahul&#39;s family was&lt;br /&gt;in a shock and not in senses and hence did not want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Now its in the hands of we, the people of the world, to decide whether we&lt;br /&gt;want to forget the matter or spread the message and prevent more of&lt;br /&gt;such cases from happening.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/cruel-doctors.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-5636890380733663278</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T12:57:00.862+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life is Precious People</category><title>Life is Precious People</title><description>Sanjay, a rich guy, loved fast cars and he did have a few in his &lt;br /&gt;possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved to speed and could not be bothered about breaking speed &lt;br /&gt;limits. Many a times he was caught by the cops and speed radars, fined, but &lt;br /&gt;still he never bothered until. One day as he was driving at a very high &lt;br /&gt;speed as usual, he saw a cop following him. The cop overtook him &lt;br /&gt;finally and asked him to stop and checked his license. He then took out his &lt;br /&gt;pad and started Writing, and then handed over the sheet of paper to &lt;br /&gt;Sanjay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much was this one going to cost?!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was this???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay began to read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dear Sanjay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I had a lovely daughter. She was six when killed by a &lt;br /&gt;car. You guessed it - a speeding driver&#39;s car. A fine and three &lt;br /&gt;months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one, and I&#39;m going to have to wait until Heaven, before I &lt;br /&gt;can ever hug her again. A thousand times I&#39;ve tried to forgive that man. &lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it &lt;br /&gt;again. Even now. Pray for me.. And be careful, Sanjay, my son is all I &lt;br /&gt;have left.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay turned around in time to see the cop&#39;s car pull away and head &lt;br /&gt;down the road. He watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, &lt;br /&gt;he too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and &lt;br /&gt;hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious. Handle it with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this on, you may save a life.</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-precious-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022627165075639383.post-378407619177754733</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T13:39:19.433+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Best Quotes</category><title>Best Quotes</title><description>Best Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while &lt;br /&gt;driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and &lt;br /&gt;the other is the husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They said we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they &lt;br /&gt;wanted cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A child&#39;s greatest period of growth is the month after you&#39;ve &lt;br /&gt;purchased new school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don&#39;t feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don&#39;t marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you &lt;br /&gt;cannot live without... but whatever you do, you&#39;ll regret it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You can&#39;t buy love . . but you pay heavily for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. True friends stab you in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get &lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I&#39;m wrong and she agrees &lt;br /&gt;with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Those who can&#39;t laugh at themselves leave the job to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. It doesn&#39;t matter how often a married man changes his job, he still &lt;br /&gt;ends up with the same boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom &lt;br /&gt;gets to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it &lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk &lt;br /&gt;because they have to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address &lt;br /&gt;books....</description><link>http://njoyurlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>