<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982053183092318444</id><updated>2024-11-01T12:19:34.677+05:30</updated><category term="god"/><category term="life"/><title type="text">Desires Unlimited</title><subtitle type="html">Desires Unlimited is a collection of Love, Thoughts, Beautiful stories, humors and jokes.</subtitle><link href="http://sachinkakkar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982053183092318444/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://sachinkakkar.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4982053183092318444/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4982053183092318444.post-6383343825871243000</id><published>2010-05-23T08:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-23T08:23:31.190+05:30</updated><title type="text">Bante da Chashma...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Banta goes to the local novelty shop and finds a pair of x-ray  glasses.(Chashme) He checks them out, and isn't fully convinced, but as  usual,&lt;br /&gt;The store assistant comes along and closes the deal.&lt;br /&gt;On his way  home, Banta puts on his new x-ray glasses and, bingo! He sees everyone in the  street naked. He takes them off for a moment, and&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their clothes  on. Puts the glasses back on... Everyone is naked! "Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;As he arrives back  home, he is eager to show his new toy to his wife, Preeto, but can't find her.  He goes up to the bedroom and finds his wife and&lt;br /&gt;one of his colleagues,  naked in bed. He takes his glasses off, and the two are still naked. He puts  them back on, and they are still naked.&lt;br /&gt;Banta says, "Oh teri dee, I just  paid fifty bucks for it, aur kharab bhi ho gaya. Lagda Made in China  hai !!  !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Be on time!&lt;br /&gt;Practise getting to the venue to see how long it will take. Public transport may be useless, the traffic may have been heavy, but however reasonable it won't affect the fact that your chances are reduced if you are late. Always remember - You never get a second chance to make a first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim to be early - you can always find a nearby cafe/shop/pub to wait in. And if worst comes to worst and you are going to be late, then definitely ring in and let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be Prepared!&lt;br /&gt;Look at the employers' website and learn something about the company before you attend your interview. Feed them the opportunity to talk proudly about something positive you have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Write down and practice possible questions!&lt;br /&gt;Writing them down and practicing them with someone will make it easier to remember when you get to the interview. Use the third person when talking about the job. Avoid sounding as though you assume the job is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fine to ask about the package on offer and accommodation - living in and living out are particularly relevant. Don't forget to find out if the company will guarantee a resort or chalet - many will only allocate you a country. You could also try a fewer more testing questions such as how they differentiate themselves from their competitors or what they think the toughest/hardest part of the job is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your weaknesses?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be Spud from Trainspotting! 'None…ah well, ah'm a bit of a perfectionist actually!' Try to find an area of your experience/skill that is currently lacking. An interviewer will appreciate your candour - as long as whatever you disclose can be easily remedied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You never get a second chance to make a first impression!&lt;br /&gt;SMILE! Dress professionally in simple business attire. Just because you are going to be working in a ski resort does not mean you should wear Oakleys and a fleece to your interview. And don't forget that firm handshake and to maintain eye contact - without glaring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be honest!&lt;br /&gt;There really is no point lying about your background and/or skills. If you get caught, or even manage to get out to resort and then get found out, you can be sure you won't be around for long! Job interviews are about matching needs - if there isn't a good match, then chances are that the job won't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Check your CV for possible gaps!&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you know how you are going to explain time gaps on your CV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Talk about specific achievements!&lt;br /&gt;Interviewers like to know how you felt about about a particular success. Some will ask for specific examples of things you've done that you're particularly proud of; how you solved problems; how you learned - and improved - from difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't talk too much!&lt;br /&gt;Spud again - Communication is a two-way thing so give them a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Prepare a sample menu plan!&lt;br /&gt;If you are applying for a catering job then take along a sample menu plan. By this we mean a starter/main/dessert combination over six days, ideally with a vegetarian option. Think about teh balance of nutrients and how the colours will look on the plate. Our recipe section has a number of favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Take a spare photo &amp;amp; CV with you!&lt;br /&gt;Your interviewer won't be expecting it so you will impress them. It also helps them remember you after the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Be enthusiastic and positive!&lt;br /&gt;Don't criticize previous employers, particularly within the industry. Focus on positive achievements and views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Be on time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that you will not be offered every job however perfect you think you may be for it. Usually it's because the interviewer was completely blind to the talent that stood before them. However, just on the off chance that it was not, feedback from interviews where you have been turned down can be invaluable for improving future results. Ask politely if they can give you any feedback for the future - there's a job out there for you somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Ask the person taking the order to stop doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up a credit card name. Ask if they accept it. Cheer if they say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use CB lingo where applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a Big Mac Extra Value Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminate the call with, "Remember, we never had this conversation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the order taker a rival pizza place is on the other line and you're going with the lowest bidder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them your address, exclaim "Oh, just surprise me!" and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer their questions with questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use these bonus words in the conversation: ROBUST FREE-SPIRITED COST-EFFICIENT UKRAINIAN PUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them to put the crust on top this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing the order to the tune of your favorite song from any Metallica CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't name the toppings you want - spell them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an extra edge in your voice when you say "crazy bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stutter on the letter "p."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for a deal available somewhere else. (e.g. Order "The Edge" from Little Caesar's or a "Cheeser! Cheeser!" from Domino's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask what the order taker is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack your knuckles into the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello, act stunned for five seconds, then behave as if they called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rattle off your order with a determined air. If they ask if you would like drinks with that, panic&lt;br /&gt;and become disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the order taker you're depressed. Get him/her to cheer you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of exotic cuisines. Order them as toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your accent every three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order 52 pepperoni slices prepared in a fractal pattern as follows from an equation you are about to dictate. Ask if they need paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like you know the order taker from somewhere. Say "Bed-Wetters' Camp, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start your order with "I'd like...". A little later, slap yourself and say "No, I don't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they repeat the order to make sure they have it right, say "OK. That'll be $10.99 please pull up to the first window."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to rent a pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order while using an electric knife sharpener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if you get to keep the pizza box. When they say yes, heave a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the accent on the last syllable of "pepperoni." Use the long "i" sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have your pizza "shaken, not stirred."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "Are you sure this is (Pizza Place)? When they say yes, say "Well, so is this! You've got some explaining to do!" When they finally offer proof that it is, in fact, (Pizza Place), start to cry and ask, "Do you know what it's like to be lied to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move the mouthpiece farther and further from your lips as you speak. When the call ends, jerk the mouthpiece back into place and scream goodbye at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them to double-check to make sure your pizza is, in fact, dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitate the order taker's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate verbs from your speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say "What would you like?" say, "Huh? Oh, you mean now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play a sitar in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it's your anniversary and you'd appreciate if the deliverer hid behind some furniture waiting for your spouse to arrive so you can surprise him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amuse the order taker with little-known facts about country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask to see a menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Gandhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll be able to pay for this when the movie people call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if they have any idea what is at stake with this pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask what topping goes best with well-aged Chardonnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belch directly into the mouthpiece then tell your dog it should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a slice, not a whole pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout "I'm through with men/women! Send me a dozen of your best, Gaston!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doze off in the middle of the order, catch yourself, and say "Where was I? Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychoanalyze the order taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask what their phone number is. Hang up, call them, and ask again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order two toppings, then say, "No, they'll start fighting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to properly pronounce the ingredients of a Twinkie. Ask that these be included in the pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call to complain about service. Later, call to say you were drunk and didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell the order taker to tell the manager to tell his supervisor he's fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report a petty theft to the order taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use expletives like "Great Caesar's Ghost!" and "Great Scott!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for the guy who took your order last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she suggests anything, adamantly declare, "I shall not be swayed by your sweet words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder aloud if you should trim those nose hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to talk while drinking something. Gargle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the call with "My Call to (Pizza Place), Take 1, and...action!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if the pizza is organically grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask about pizza maintenance and repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be vague with your order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they repeat your order, say "Again, with a little more OOMPH this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a touch-tone phone, press 9-1-1 every 5 seconds throughout the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering, say "I wonder what THIS button on the phone does." Simulate a hangup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start the conversation by reciting today's date and saying, "This may be my last entry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State your order and say that's as far as this relationship is going to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if they're familiar with the term "spanking a pizza." Make up a description to go with the&lt;br /&gt;term. Ask that this be done to your pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "Kssssssssssssssht" rather loudly into the phone. Ask if they felt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detect the order taker's psychic aura. Use it to your advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When listing toppings you want on your pizza, include another pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play a blues riff on the harmonica. Stop talking at regular intervals to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask if they would like to sample your pizza. Suggest an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect a celebrity's voice. Stress that you won't take any crap from some two-bit can't-hack-it&lt;br /&gt;pimple-faced gofer. Threaten to hit said gofer with a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them on hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach the order taker a secret code. Use the code on all subsequent orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumble, "There's a bomb under your seat." When asked to repeat that, say "I said 'sauce smothered with meat'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the first topping you order mushrooms. Make the last thing you say "No mushrooms,&lt;br /&gt;please." Hang up before they have a chance to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the order is repeated, change it slightly. When it is repeated again, change it again. On the third time, say "You just don't get it, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're given the price, say "Ooooooo, that sounds complicated. I hate math."&lt;br /&gt;Haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a one-inch pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order term life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say "Will that be all?" snicker and say "We'll find out, won't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order with a Speak-n-Spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask how many dolphins were killed to make that pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the phone, fake your voice changing. Fluctuate pitch often. 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She thought he looked&lt;br /&gt;hungry so  brought&lt;br /&gt;him a large glass of milk.  He drank it slowly, and&lt;br /&gt;then asked,  "How&lt;br /&gt;much do I owe  you?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied "Mother has &lt;br /&gt;taught us  never&lt;br /&gt;to accept payment for a  kindness." He said... "Then I&lt;br /&gt;thank  you from&lt;br /&gt;my  heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As  Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt;&lt;br /&gt;stronger&lt;br /&gt;physically, but his faith in God and man was strong &lt;br /&gt;also. He had been &lt;br /&gt;ready to give up and  quit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. &lt;br /&gt;The local  doctors&lt;br /&gt;were baffled. They finally  sent her to the big city,&lt;br /&gt;where  they called&lt;br /&gt;in specialists to study  her rare disease. Dr. Howard&lt;br /&gt;Kelly  was called&lt;br /&gt;in for the consultation.  When he heard the name of the&lt;br /&gt;town  she came&lt;br /&gt;from, a strange light  filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately he  rose and went down the hall of the&lt;br /&gt;hospital to her room.&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her. &lt;br /&gt;He recognized  her&lt;br /&gt;at once. He went back to the  consultation room&lt;br /&gt;determined to do  his&lt;br /&gt;best to save her life. From  that day he gave special&lt;br /&gt;attention  to the&lt;br /&gt;case.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a long  struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;requested the&lt;br /&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him  for&lt;br /&gt;approval. He looked &lt;br /&gt;at it, then wrote something on the edge  and the bill&lt;br /&gt;was sent to  her&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would  take&lt;br /&gt;the rest of  her&lt;br /&gt;life to pay for it all. Finally,  she looked, and&lt;br /&gt;something caught  ;&lt;br /&gt;her attention on the side as She  read these words.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. &lt;br /&gt;Howard  Kelly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart &lt;br /&gt;prayed: "Thank  You,&lt;br /&gt;GOD, that Your love has spread  abroad through human&lt;br /&gt;hearts and  hands." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: verdana;font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW YOU HAVE TWO CHOICES.&lt;br /&gt;You can send this page on and spread a positive &lt;br /&gt;message or ignore  it&lt;br /&gt;and pretend it never touched  you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This &lt;br /&gt;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper  cranes as a&lt;br /&gt;gift to  his&lt;br /&gt;girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although, at  that time he was just a small fry in his&lt;br /&gt;company, his&lt;br /&gt;future didn't seem too bright, they were very  happy&lt;br /&gt;together. Until &lt;br /&gt;one day, his girl told him she was going  to Paris and&lt;br /&gt;will never  come&lt;br /&gt;back. She also told him that  she cannot visualize any&lt;br /&gt;future for  the&lt;br /&gt;both of them, so they went  their own ways there and&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heartbroken,  the guy agreed. But when he regained his&lt;br /&gt;confidence, he&lt;br /&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind &lt;br /&gt;just to  make&lt;br /&gt;something out of  himself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help  of&lt;br /&gt;friends, this guy had &lt;br /&gt;set up his own company .  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You never fail  until you stop trying. One rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;while this guy&lt;br /&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing  an&lt;br /&gt;umbrella in the rain &lt;br /&gt;walk ing to some destination. Even with  the umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;they were  still&lt;br /&gt;drenched. It didn't take him  long to realize they were&lt;br /&gt;his  girl's&lt;br /&gt;parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly &lt;br /&gt;beside the&lt;br /&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury  sedan.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted them &lt;br /&gt;to know that he wasn't the same any more; he  had his&lt;br /&gt;own company,  car,&lt;br /&gt;condo, etc. He made it! What he  saw next confused him,&lt;br /&gt;the couple  was&lt;br /&gt;walking towards a cemetery, and  so he got out of his&lt;br /&gt;car  and&lt;br /&gt;followed...and he saw his girl,  a photograph of her&lt;br /&gt;smiling sweetly  as&lt;br /&gt;ever at him from her tombstone  and he saw his paper&lt;br /&gt;cranes  right&lt;br /&gt;beside  her...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this  had&lt;br /&gt;happened.  They&lt;br /&gt;explained, she did not leave  for France at all. She&lt;br /&gt;was ill  with&lt;br /&gt;cancer. She had believed that  he will make it someday,&lt;br /&gt;but she  did not&lt;br /&gt;want to be his obstacle...  therefore she had chosen to&lt;br /&gt;leave  him.&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't  love you the way you wa&lt;br /&gt;nt them  to,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you  with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;She had  wanted&lt;br /&gt;her parents to put his paper  cranes beside her,&lt;br /&gt;because, if the  day&lt;br /&gt;comes when fate brings him to  her again...he can take&lt;br /&gt;some of  those&lt;br /&gt;back with him...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once you have  loved, you will always love. For what's&lt;br /&gt;in your mind may&lt;br /&gt;escape but what's in your heart will remain  forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone  is&lt;br /&gt;to be sitting &lt;br /&gt;right beside her knowing you can't  have her, see her&lt;br /&gt;or be with  her&lt;br /&gt;ever again....... ..hope you  understand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person  who&lt;br /&gt;means so much  to&lt;br /&gt;you, for you might wake up one  morning losing that&lt;br /&gt;person who  you&lt;br /&gt;thought meant nothing to you.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINDNESS Pays  !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;color:teal;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : What are  you talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU  : Yesterday you said it's H to O ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU,  go to the map and find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;North  America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : Here it  is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : Correct.  Now, class, who discovered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;CLASS : PAPPU!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU,  how do you spell "crocodile"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU  : "K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : No,  that's wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : Maybe it's  wrong, but you asked me how I spell it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU,  give me a sentence starting with "I". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : I is...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : No,  PAPPU. Always say, "I am." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU  : All right... "I am the ninth letter of the alphabet." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : "Can  anybody give an example of "COINCIDENCE?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : "Sir, my  Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : "George  Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;but also admitted  doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;him?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : "Because  George still had the axe in his hand?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU : Daddy,  have you ever been to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;FATHER : No. Why  do you ask that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU: Well, where  did you get THIS mummy then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : What a  pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red  spots ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU: Yes it's  really strange. I've got another pair just like that at home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : Now,  PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU: No sir, I  don't have to, my mom is a good cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : PAPPU,  your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy  his ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU: No,  teacher, it's the same dog ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;TEACHER : What do  you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:teal;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;PAPPU: A  teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Please don't hurt my heart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Fear less, hope more, eat less, chew more, whine less, breathe more, talk less good for u. LOVE MORE and all good things will be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When two people love each other, they don't look at each other, they look in the same direction. Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another. You want to become angel? Come I will give my wing. Love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Don't say you love me unless you really mean it, because I might do something crazy like believe it!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Love is like a roller coaster. Once you have completed the ride, you want to go again. We will love for rest of our life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Love bears all things, Love believes all things, Love hopes all things, and most precious of all, Love endures all things. Come we love and make things happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If death is the only way we will part then let me die with you because I cannot live without you. BUT I cannot die because my heart is with you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) not allowed without love is an empty experience, but, as empty experiences go, it's one of the best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If 'I love you' is only three words, why is it worth a million?. Because you know Love will do miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) How lucky I am to have known someone who was so hard to say goodbye to. Love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) We are each an angel with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) If you live to be 100 yrs, I want to live to be 100 yrs minus one day, so I never have to live without you. I Cant live with out U..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I knew I would look back on my tears and laugh, but I never thought I would look back on my laughs and cry. Please don't hurt me darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Everyone hears what you say. I listen to what you say. Best Lover listen to what you don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) A memory lasts forever, Never does it die. True Lovers stay together And never said goodbye. Donot say good bye to me my sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) A road to a your house is never long for me. Because you are in my heart house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I'm not the same since i met u, the days turned longer the nights turned colder and u will always have a special place in my heart just 4 u :) I LOVE YOU .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) love is when u don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than a dream. I will not sleep 2day. Waiting for you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Last night I looked up at the stars, And matched each one with a reason why I love you. Till I cannot matched .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) When I saw u afraid 2 meet you, When I met u, afraid 2 like you, When I liked u afraid 2 love you, But now that I LOVE U .I am afraid 2 lose u. love me for ever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) If I would be a tear in your eye I will roll down on your cheek and die on your lip and if you would be a tear in my eye I will never cry by a fear of losing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Love makes life so confusing and difficult but without love would you want to live?. With out you I cannot breath also. Because my heart is with u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) If you love me like you told me please be careful with my heart you can take it; just don't break it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;stood up to look around when a gentle hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  touched my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I turned a round to find a wrinkled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  little old lady beaming up at me with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  that lit up her entire being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm 87 years old. Can I give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;a hug?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I laughed and enthusiastically responded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  "Of course you may!" and she gave me a giant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;squeeze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Why are you in college at such a young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;innocent age?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;rich husband, get married, and have a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;of kids..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No seriously," I asked. I was curious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  what may have motivated her to be taking on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; this challenge at her age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"I always dreamed of having a college &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;education and now I'm getting one!" she told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After class we walked to the student union&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  building and shared a chocolate milkshake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We became instant friends. Every day for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  the next 3 months we would leave class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;together and talk nonstop. I was always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; mesmerized listening to this "time machine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;as she shared her wisdom and experience with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Over the course of the year, Rose became a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;campus icon and she easily made friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wherever she went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She loved to dress up and she revealed in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  the attention bestowed upon her from the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;other students. She was living it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the end of the semester we invited Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  to speak at our football banquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll never forget what she taught us. She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  was introduced and stepped up to the podium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As she began to deliver her prepared speech,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; she dropped her three by 5 cards on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Frustrated and a little embarrassed she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  leaned into the microphone and simply said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;get my speech back in order so let me just tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  what I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As we laughed she cleared her throat and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  began, "We do not stop playing because we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  old; we grow old because we stop playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only 4 secrets to staying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  young, being happy, and achieving success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You have to laugh and find humor every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to have a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you lose your dreams, you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We have so many people walking around who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  are dead and don't even know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There is a huge difference between growing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  older and growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you are 19 years old and lie in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  bed for one full year and don't do one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  productive thing, you will turn 20 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  old. If I am 87 years old and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  in bed for a year and never do anything I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;will turn 88.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  by always finding opportunity in change. Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  no regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The elderly usually don't have regrets for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  what we did, but rather for things we did not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;do. The only people who fear death are those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  with regrets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She concluded her speech by courageously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  singing "The Rose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;She challenged each of us to study the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At the year's end Rose finished the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  college degree she had begun all those years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;One week after graduation Rose died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  peacefully in her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 2.000 college students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  attended her funeral in tribute to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  wonderful woman who taught by example that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  it's never too late to be all you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;possibly be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you finish reading this, please send&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  this peaceful word of advice to your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and family, they'll really enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;These words have been passed along in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  loving memory of ROSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; We make a Living by what we get, We make a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;  Life by what we give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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