<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2024 09:42:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Don't degrade yourself</category><category>India</category><category>Life is</category><category>Man's story</category><category>Maths are not tough</category><category>Please don't work like this</category><category>dreams</category><category>friend in need is a friend in need</category><title>Subscribe to have fun</title><description>Thank you for subscribing</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-5156528231738997714</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-28T02:32:18.559-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interesting Milk Facts You Probably Did Not Know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLICK ON THE IMAGE FOR IT'S BIGGER SIZE &lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1cpQWproK6csSy0R9u8nEA66MTAVTR3ujDgSrk_HeM_yWqSjUWCFgWRVKw4my1YuwpddqbOue0bHLLiJEqBDW7se9cicwmdMHa9F2MR5AueQHMpIjjgiKofL7StEEfx_z2ks/s1600-h/milk.GIF"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1YNv-XGa-MkdQcUArm069cok09Azani1QL4dCchAoFEPri8gOI-v6UF2HZydnXe5vi2a4WN181aH-9kwJHIOhjbfF_xw0zWag-Cddqz20T0IoSgn6lzMsM0qL6jLLdBGmPr2/s1600-h/milk.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081045442581816754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1YNv-XGa-MkdQcUArm069cok09Azani1QL4dCchAoFEPri8gOI-v6UF2HZydnXe5vi2a4WN181aH-9kwJHIOhjbfF_xw0zWag-Cddqz20T0IoSgn6lzMsM0qL6jLLdBGmPr2/s320/milk.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My new site at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tharegalu.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.tharegalu.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/06/interesting-milk-facts-you-probably-did.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR1YNv-XGa-MkdQcUArm069cok09Azani1QL4dCchAoFEPri8gOI-v6UF2HZydnXe5vi2a4WN181aH-9kwJHIOhjbfF_xw0zWag-Cddqz20T0IoSgn6lzMsM0qL6jLLdBGmPr2/s72-c/milk.GIF" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-486550967585253170</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 07:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T00:12:48.165-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;strong&gt;Ur way of Undressing Reflects ur personality !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now you might have heard that clothes reflect ones personality.&lt;br /&gt;Well now that fact is as old as pintux.Here's an interesting forward that claims to reveal your personality traits according to the way you undress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the way you undress might just help you discover yourself better .&lt;br /&gt;Go on and indulge in self-exploration. Throw, dump, remove, just do your own thing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. If you throw your clothes all over the place, you're a friendly,life-of-the-party type. You are free with your thoughts and opinions, not caring much about what others think of you. Your parents might think your room looks like a cyclone's hit it? But it actually represents your happy, individualistic nature! Stay that way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2. If you remove each piece of clothing and put it away carefully, you are a serious person who likes life to be very calm. You are comfortable with routine work. And you believe that the best way to deal with life's problems is to prevent them in the first place. You are a perfectionist. By nature you are quite shy. You're dependable and sometimes intense. You think carefully before making decisions. You go about your tasks methodically, with concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.If you take off the shirt, and ten minutes later get around to the pants, you are an extremely self-confident person. You are naturally bright and intellectual. You are also a deep thinker who loves to ask questions and ponder over the meaning of things.You hate being rushed and you do not like to be hassled. Usually you like a lot of free time for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.If you get out of your clothes as quickly as possible, you are concerned about others and what they expect from you, but you're worried about your own needs.You are family-oriented, and stay extremely busy.You often feel stressed, but most of those heavy expectations come from your own head! Give yourself a break, you don't have to be perfect! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 .If you take off your rings, earrings, necklace, watch, etc before anything else, you are a warm and sensitive person.You are considerate and thoughtful, and you give good advice to your friends. You are a natural born romantic. Helping friends or anybody for that matter is your second nature. You hate liars and you would love the world to become a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. If you don't have an undressing routine and you never do it the same way twice, you are a very curious and interesting person. You enjoy a broad range of activities. You take risks and enjoy fun and adventure. The word monotony cannot dampen your spirits at any cost, as you live life kingsize. Having fun is as much a part of your routine as slogging it out at office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/06/ur-way-of-undressing-reflects-ur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-1180073882407665535</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-03T21:06:34.668-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOh7MDYHfAdzmctn1MqMXNWaeN9ZXRGA6r1l5e9XuNOiO6wfmuzqbMUzk59xVwrhQlRuhyFqdWaAwxbf6IxRcFOpXix7Mr5HeceXIsEBWaOdDh7e5Mb5GBgTJD3VmugqzO9pm/s1600-h/feelings.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072055296571387682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOh7MDYHfAdzmctn1MqMXNWaeN9ZXRGA6r1l5e9XuNOiO6wfmuzqbMUzk59xVwrhQlRuhyFqdWaAwxbf6IxRcFOpXix7Mr5HeceXIsEBWaOdDh7e5Mb5GBgTJD3VmugqzO9pm/s320/feelings.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Hidden Feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who is secretlyIn love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;her secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Being she can't tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AnyoneWhy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They'd all laughAnd be shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TheBoy well he'd never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Give her a second look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's all confused and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All mixed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why doesShe feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All she knows is when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She's with him, she's free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Free to be who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She just wants to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With him, to be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tell him how she feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For him to feel the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But she'll never be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To express her love, she'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shelter it in her heart for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AlwaysI've loved him for so long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/06/hidden-feelings-theres-girl-who-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOh7MDYHfAdzmctn1MqMXNWaeN9ZXRGA6r1l5e9XuNOiO6wfmuzqbMUzk59xVwrhQlRuhyFqdWaAwxbf6IxRcFOpXix7Mr5HeceXIsEBWaOdDh7e5Mb5GBgTJD3VmugqzO9pm/s72-c/feelings.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-7474673585045713966</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T21:12:27.824-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how it used to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where nothing else mattered but you and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candies, walks, gifts, and Long term Talks.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I wish you could see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much I think about you and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you said, I was your everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember when you mean's that too. Now, when you say it, it's more like a phrase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And ur sweet nothings, make me cry more over you.&lt;br /&gt;Those days when you'd call just to say hi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back when it was so hard just to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down my heart, there forms a crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was created a little while ago... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of how much I want you back.&lt;br /&gt;The old you, the one I thought I knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all of these years, we went from being friends to being in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems to me, now, like We're none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go...but then I can't...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I should...If only I could.I have tried and tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The endless solution; I cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of pain and tears of hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was these times I need you just to cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You turn around and hurt me bad, you spin my heart, and make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Your actions don't stop and yet I forgive you everytime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I could say that you are only mine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss me, don't you care? Stop! I'm over here, Yes, I know they are there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You remind me everyday that other girls are hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I see, I'm sorry I'm not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-remember-i-remember-how-it-used-to-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-1178298471352220514</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T21:06:29.602-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoz0vtuCWU_Qwy2yGUO5KsWzFVPr2vjpBC7mETCCbTjTiawpy5vb_KTIWKHp79WlO4SdrxEqD5mVyFmiWAFRkrr_fVil-OhbY-RU3i4qsDxp3NgPXH0hzGoWt7qZtpqJyo6b8U/s1600-h/v.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069457245084233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoz0vtuCWU_Qwy2yGUO5KsWzFVPr2vjpBC7mETCCbTjTiawpy5vb_KTIWKHp79WlO4SdrxEqD5mVyFmiWAFRkrr_fVil-OhbY-RU3i4qsDxp3NgPXH0hzGoWt7qZtpqJyo6b8U/s320/v.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its me again.&lt;br /&gt;Plain, you see again.&lt;br /&gt;Please, can I see you evry day?&lt;br /&gt; Im a fool again.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with you again.&lt;br /&gt;Please, can I see you evry day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;Words dont come out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to say it, oh, so right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand my meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, its me again.&lt;br /&gt;Im so in love with you again.&lt;br /&gt;Please, can I see you evry day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember evry word you said. (word you said.)&lt;br /&gt;I remember voices in my head. (in my head.)&lt;br /&gt;I remember evry word you said. (word you said.)&lt;br /&gt;Your voices. (I)Cool voices. (hear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm voices. (your)&lt;br /&gt;It was just what I needed to. (voice.)&lt;br /&gt;Cool voices. (words)&lt;br /&gt;Warm voices. (dont)&lt;br /&gt;Your voices. (seem)&lt;br /&gt;But its just what I needed for. (right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm voices. (love)&lt;br /&gt;Your voices. (is)Cool voices. (the)&lt;br /&gt;It was just what I needed to. (word.)&lt;br /&gt;Your voices. (I)&lt;br /&gt;Cool voices. (hear)Warm voices. (your)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just what I needed to. (voice.)&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed to, just what I needed to,&lt;br /&gt;Just what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know what you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;till you heard the voices in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-didnt-know-what-you-were-looking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoz0vtuCWU_Qwy2yGUO5KsWzFVPr2vjpBC7mETCCbTjTiawpy5vb_KTIWKHp79WlO4SdrxEqD5mVyFmiWAFRkrr_fVil-OhbY-RU3i4qsDxp3NgPXH0hzGoWt7qZtpqJyo6b8U/s72-c/v.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-8415901312118935013</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 05:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-24T22:14:34.675-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleJ8tEnPVqAlZvmQB5vKoBooJEstfWSuwuckm41SP11T5ThnHcs9xwOwdBt0RizPEJMJYnbr17tR6aPoeYO8d8jOaV_Zdo2QCjawRy-ZwZMcdZHJlzSVwOQYwIHaFZKW4eH76/s1600-h/robbery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068362165862706882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="114" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleJ8tEnPVqAlZvmQB5vKoBooJEstfWSuwuckm41SP11T5ThnHcs9xwOwdBt0RizPEJMJYnbr17tR6aPoeYO8d8jOaV_Zdo2QCjawRy-ZwZMcdZHJlzSVwOQYwIHaFZKW4eH76/s320/robbery.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Robbery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping for most of the day, a couple returns to find their car has been stolen. They go to the police station to make a full report. Then, a detective drives them back to the parking lot to see if any evidence can be found at the scene of the crime. To their amazement, the car has been returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an envelope on the windshield with a note of apology and two tickets to a music concert. The note reads, 'I apologize for taking your car, but my wife was having a baby and I had to hot-wire your ignition to rush her to the hospital. Please forgive the inconvenience. Here are two tickets for tonight's concert of Garth Brooks, the country-and-western music star.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faith in humanity restored, the couple attend the concert and return home late. They find their house has been robbed. Valuable goods have been taken from thoughout the house, from basement to attic. And, there is a note on the door reading, "Well, you still have your car. I have to put my newly born kid through college somehow, don't I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. 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All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-fun-for-children.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-6192219614647953269</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-23T00:33:44.412-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maths are not tough</category><title/><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstRTefVW0xTHlGiYEa9IhXqWzUKyjr7l6fgfvT_WIa8GB1W7hW2ZQzmW5sfyXGnHKFCWOWOZ36t4eqsN68JT7M0d717qGImhre-oJTYOoHZhk6Xa9mSaz_y0MyLXePodVW58I/s1600-h/maths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067624144452365986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstRTefVW0xTHlGiYEa9IhXqWzUKyjr7l6fgfvT_WIa8GB1W7hW2ZQzmW5sfyXGnHKFCWOWOZ36t4eqsN68JT7M0d717qGImhre-oJTYOoHZhk6Xa9mSaz_y0MyLXePodVW58I/s320/maths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1*1=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11*11=121&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;111*111=12321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1111*1111=1234321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11111*11111=123454321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;111111*111111=12345654321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1111111*1111111=1234567654321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11111111*11111111=123456787654321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;111111111*111111111=12345678987654321&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/111-1111121-11111112321-111111111234321.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgstRTefVW0xTHlGiYEa9IhXqWzUKyjr7l6fgfvT_WIa8GB1W7hW2ZQzmW5sfyXGnHKFCWOWOZ36t4eqsN68JT7M0d717qGImhre-oJTYOoHZhk6Xa9mSaz_y0MyLXePodVW58I/s72-c/maths.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-6382082327923852579</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2007 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-19T23:00:10.261-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life is</category><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZQylfb0X6nck2sEGV_i89gsBJvOwlVpy7Bw6If60T2gu6vWdSMKchs5U5U0p7Hhl6pRUi8AeJIRTrg0Sy9dd57i7i5HTjbVMEi_lxo-G4iloVlwv6hlCi4BNUkSolbEqIP0R/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066518031459856018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZQylfb0X6nck2sEGV_i89gsBJvOwlVpy7Bw6If60T2gu6vWdSMKchs5U5U0p7Hhl6pRUi8AeJIRTrg0Sy9dd57i7i5HTjbVMEi_lxo-G4iloVlwv6hlCi4BNUkSolbEqIP0R/s320/life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is an opportunity, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;benefit from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is beauty, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;admire it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a dream, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;realize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a challenge, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;meet it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a duty, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;complete it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a game, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;play it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a promise, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fulfill it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is sorrow, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;overcome it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a song, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sing it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a struggle,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is a tragedy, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;confront it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is an adventure, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dare it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is luck, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is too precious, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do not destroy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life is life, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-opportunity-benefit-from-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZQylfb0X6nck2sEGV_i89gsBJvOwlVpy7Bw6If60T2gu6vWdSMKchs5U5U0p7Hhl6pRUi8AeJIRTrg0Sy9dd57i7i5HTjbVMEi_lxo-G4iloVlwv6hlCi4BNUkSolbEqIP0R/s72-c/life.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-8909267160592582443</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 05:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-17T22:40:53.071-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Order(Jokes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the greasy spoon next to the office and ordered a tuna on wheat. The waitress said, "Oh, I’m sorry, we’re out of wheat bread. You’ll have to have it on white." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day I went to the same place and ordered the same tuna on wheat. Again, she told me they were out of wheat and I’d have to get it on white. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third time I went there, I decided to skip the step of being refused the wheat and just ordered tuna on white. The waitress looked up from her notepad and said, "Aren’t you the guy who usually orders it on wheat"? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-orderjokes-i-went-into-greasy-spoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-7493551016946910303</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-17T22:40:23.648-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Star(Poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I know &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of a certain star Is,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; it can throw (Like the angled spar) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now a dart of red, Now a dart of blue; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Till my friends have said &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They would fain see, too, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My star that dartles the red and the blue! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it stops like a bird; like a flower hangs furled: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What matter to me if their star is a world?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Mine has opened its soul to me, therefore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I love it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Robert Browning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-starpoem-all-that-i-know-of-certain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-6859877867904161071</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-17T22:39:16.100-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nails in the Fence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one." Just think about this the next time someone rubs you the wrong way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/05/nails-in-fence-there-once-was-little.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-674428673533221398</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T02:07:12.987-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7ZvARr3v0Gw_i4pyE1aSMpMpWHBUseXO8QdgVgiPsoYFtw-_FkVMEvD5mn7RD3CO7a_QTsRrCvM_ZFC__bU6jSR59j6qLDTAWQGS1lt2MZHrMGBM-gvhKr8JKiXWGBmbtQ8p/s1600-h/LOGO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051351286335711266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7ZvARr3v0Gw_i4pyE1aSMpMpWHBUseXO8QdgVgiPsoYFtw-_FkVMEvD5mn7RD3CO7a_QTsRrCvM_ZFC__bU6jSR59j6qLDTAWQGS1lt2MZHrMGBM-gvhKr8JKiXWGBmbtQ8p/s320/LOGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thought :   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Read this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It is a 99% challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; that u will have a wrong answer to the question asked in the passage.&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once there was loving couple traveling in a bus in a mountainous area.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They decided to get down at some place. After the couple got down at some place the bus moved on. As the bus moved on, a huge rock fell on the bus from the mountain and crushed the bus to crumbs.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everybody on board was killed. The couple upon seeing that, said, "We wish we were on that bus" ..    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Why do u think they said that?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Scroll down for answer &gt; &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Come on think again ......                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Come on try hard.....               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Still some mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;re..................                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You are at it almost ............................               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; R u there ...........................            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Ok.....here it goes ..................         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;------------------- Answer !!!! -------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If they had remained on the bus instead of deciding to get down, the resulting time delay could have been avoided and the rock would have fallen after the bus had passed ..!!! Think positive in life always and look for opportunities when u can help Others......   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many times in life, the opposite of Success is not Failure, its Quitting-   Winners never quit, quitters never Win.   Never expect things to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;struggle and make them happen.   Never expect yourself to be given a good value. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;create a value of ur own.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/04/thought-read-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb7ZvARr3v0Gw_i4pyE1aSMpMpWHBUseXO8QdgVgiPsoYFtw-_FkVMEvD5mn7RD3CO7a_QTsRrCvM_ZFC__bU6jSR59j6qLDTAWQGS1lt2MZHrMGBM-gvhKr8JKiXWGBmbtQ8p/s72-c/LOGO.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-3898996988002568717</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T02:01:10.933-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-q9GfrAaqe-FBggo2t1EojH3gIkRk3MC2v9l1_1whVCLO1GxsXeyaOWe4afH2DxCZ84BB6iMrT8Hd6GH22NbAPUdee7ZTJmLRbfg2u4ddo06ewXav362A6ferdAnsVZwJpca5/s1600-h/Day.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051350388687546370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-q9GfrAaqe-FBggo2t1EojH3gIkRk3MC2v9l1_1whVCLO1GxsXeyaOWe4afH2DxCZ84BB6iMrT8Hd6GH22NbAPUdee7ZTJmLRbfg2u4ddo06ewXav362A6ferdAnsVZwJpca5/s320/Day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some days are cloudy and grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And it seems as if the rain is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chasing all your dreams away.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While other days are bright and sunny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making you feel as though the feats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can accomplish are many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhQ0qx_8Y4aT16FqL9kMZNZVISqIQAQiEcDjv0BFWOfk_TSEsrsIMLlnUvF9Q5FfkRCwoqRVGvZL6_qQHemcyZ7R5UBlefgf-QyDsI3WAoWaUGAj_riKSlba4BGp9WsMuVOS/s1600-h/flower.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051350388687546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhQ0qx_8Y4aT16FqL9kMZNZVISqIQAQiEcDjv0BFWOfk_TSEsrsIMLlnUvF9Q5FfkRCwoqRVGvZL6_qQHemcyZ7R5UBlefgf-QyDsI3WAoWaUGAj_riKSlba4BGp9WsMuVOS/s320/flower.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On this particular day, I have but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One wish coming your way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you have a wonderfully nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhQ0qx_8Y4aT16FqL9kMZNZVISqIQAQiEcDjv0BFWOfk_TSEsrsIMLlnUvF9Q5FfkRCwoqRVGvZL6_qQHemcyZ7R5UBlefgf-QyDsI3WAoWaUGAj_riKSlba4BGp9WsMuVOS/s1600-h/flower.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051350388687546386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWhQ0qx_8Y4aT16FqL9kMZNZVISqIQAQiEcDjv0BFWOfk_TSEsrsIMLlnUvF9Q5FfkRCwoqRVGvZL6_qQHemcyZ7R5UBlefgf-QyDsI3WAoWaUGAj_riKSlba4BGp9WsMuVOS/s320/flower.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-days-are-cloudy-and-grey-and-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-q9GfrAaqe-FBggo2t1EojH3gIkRk3MC2v9l1_1whVCLO1GxsXeyaOWe4afH2DxCZ84BB6iMrT8Hd6GH22NbAPUdee7ZTJmLRbfg2u4ddo06ewXav362A6ferdAnsVZwJpca5/s72-c/Day.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-862851419911254710</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T01:58:52.811-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU6QNR1SYow3CNxzxqWYgvEtUzb6irQIfK3oyEP9QRKEG0zsmt_QdqOxNIMEJNkmXAW_NiLBtWnK9jBqWDXBy5Iq0JoIUOV-gKoCX2PmGpprZE1Uo6bb-d0Elbe219sKp2V0k/s1600-h/angelhugbar.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051350027910293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU6QNR1SYow3CNxzxqWYgvEtUzb6irQIfK3oyEP9QRKEG0zsmt_QdqOxNIMEJNkmXAW_NiLBtWnK9jBqWDXBy5Iq0JoIUOV-gKoCX2PmGpprZE1Uo6bb-d0Elbe219sKp2V0k/s320/angelhugbar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;  Asked The Lord To Bless You"&lt;br /&gt; I asked the Lord to bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As I prayed for you today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To guide you and protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As you go along your way. &lt;br /&gt; His love is always with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His promises are true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And when you give Him all your cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You know He'll see you through.&lt;br /&gt; So when the road you're traveling on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Seems difficult at best,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Just remember I'm here praying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And God will do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/04/asked-lord-to-bless-you-i-asked-lord-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibU6QNR1SYow3CNxzxqWYgvEtUzb6irQIfK3oyEP9QRKEG0zsmt_QdqOxNIMEJNkmXAW_NiLBtWnK9jBqWDXBy5Iq0JoIUOV-gKoCX2PmGpprZE1Uo6bb-d0Elbe219sKp2V0k/s72-c/angelhugbar.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-4409570409580916597</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T01:54:49.709-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjPOGjDdetQHGyNSlSt41OLvE-U5FyA-i6Iee9XlZkIzwVUu0hgslM9vtoF8FrbuC7bTpY2QOkjerpD8B4Mkp4Upz-AbV7RLOcz7AtrZEQayNz8_9KvneDLnqGZWSheT7chP_/s1600-h/dividerflowers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051348494606968786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjPOGjDdetQHGyNSlSt41OLvE-U5FyA-i6Iee9XlZkIzwVUu0hgslM9vtoF8FrbuC7bTpY2QOkjerpD8B4Mkp4Upz-AbV7RLOcz7AtrZEQayNz8_9KvneDLnqGZWSheT7chP_/s320/dividerflowers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Three Things In Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKm038XNDmisRpnUcJ0CTCZyo9UHEQuDD79vSzQVWUHgopKWYYnIIq9b3fprofso_v3CNW2ZAZAwACe0hAAgEX4vEF2T0zwhRcSJHcDFxmey-Kvgtc02lG8WkFjwIMDnE4jTU/s1600-h/dividerflowers1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051348494606968802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKm038XNDmisRpnUcJ0CTCZyo9UHEQuDD79vSzQVWUHgopKWYYnIIq9b3fprofso_v3CNW2ZAZAwACe0hAAgEX4vEF2T0zwhRcSJHcDFxmey-Kvgtc02lG8WkFjwIMDnE4jTU/s320/dividerflowers1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three things in life that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;once gone, never come back: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time, Words &amp; Opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three things in life that may never be lost: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Peace, Hope &amp;amp; Honesty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three things in life that are most valuable: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love, Self-confidence &amp; Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three things in life that are never certain:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dreams, Success &amp;amp; Fortune Three things that make a man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hard work, Sincerity &amp; Commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Three things in life that can destroy a man:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wine, Pride &amp;amp; Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmYL08pAqHja3esyDHWnNlaItDIoZrfma8oYZ24lMOxX37lv_mktYCPz2J92WiB_FHW8XMrBBIh5Bm5i7Wn8Fu-h6iycRcljxgK3ce4CckhamWIFfL3rhdFIZtTljYnMhbSq-/s1600-h/flowers.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051345217546921922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmYL08pAqHja3esyDHWnNlaItDIoZrfma8oYZ24lMOxX37lv_mktYCPz2J92WiB_FHW8XMrBBIh5Bm5i7Wn8Fu-h6iycRcljxgK3ce4CckhamWIFfL3rhdFIZtTljYnMhbSq-/s320/flowers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; As I pray for you today;&lt;br /&gt;To guide you and protect you,&lt;br /&gt;As you go along your way.&lt;br /&gt;His love is always with you,&lt;br /&gt;His promises are true.&lt;br /&gt;And when you give Him all your cares,&lt;br /&gt;You know He'll see you through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJmDbPH9PXE47iVE758VMGTXs8eCHMK7G0uluyAemqCVAh9YgBz-y1YTdSFec3ojOV6rui-4W2l1oLoE71l8wJj1CQJopxGaQjIu8pTOKvmQT3U15SypDu3Wq6_o7VfCOKQ7Z/s1600-h/Pass.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051344938374047666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJmDbPH9PXE47iVE758VMGTXs8eCHMK7G0uluyAemqCVAh9YgBz-y1YTdSFec3ojOV6rui-4W2l1oLoE71l8wJj1CQJopxGaQjIu8pTOKvmQT3U15SypDu3Wq6_o7VfCOKQ7Z/s320/Pass.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-things-in-life-three-things-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjPOGjDdetQHGyNSlSt41OLvE-U5FyA-i6Iee9XlZkIzwVUu0hgslM9vtoF8FrbuC7bTpY2QOkjerpD8B4Mkp4Upz-AbV7RLOcz7AtrZEQayNz8_9KvneDLnqGZWSheT7chP_/s72-c/dividerflowers.gif" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-997488969793900775</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2007 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-09T01:33:11.103-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cooolllll</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782119955018&amp;amp;site=widget-4a.slide.com" width="250" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=23&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=32&amp;amp;id=216172782119955018&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/p1/216172782119955018/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=1&amp;amp;tt=17&amp;amp;sk=23&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=32&amp;amp;id=216172782119955018&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-4a.slide.com/p2/216172782119955018/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/04/cooolllll.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-8616413188504404947</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T22:49:16.925-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVo2obdxwwH-3YfRC2S3A-xh9rI4ByCK0WdIfFLjdzpEWKhLLBBFfn8mpTXV0bMUgAK0LJACjDVnNYMfz-JWTstBgvqY9TzF7cMNjlWDA7AaTvFCUuSjwpZHntrWrTq6uiPPW/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047961360300820914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVo2obdxwwH-3YfRC2S3A-xh9rI4ByCK0WdIfFLjdzpEWKhLLBBFfn8mpTXV0bMUgAK0LJACjDVnNYMfz-JWTstBgvqY9TzF7cMNjlWDA7AaTvFCUuSjwpZHntrWrTq6uiPPW/s320/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Talking Monkey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer came upon a terrible wreck &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the driver and passenger had been killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he looked upon the wreckage a little monkey came out of the brush and hopped around the crashed car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The officer looked down at the monkey and said, "I wish you could talk." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey looked up at the officer and shook his head up and down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can understand what I'm saying?" asked the officer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the monkey shook his head up and down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, did you see this?""Yes," motioned the monkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"The monkey pretended to have a can in his hand and turned it up by his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were drinking?" asked the officer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The monkey shakes his head "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else?"The monkey pinched his fingers together and held them to his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were smoking marijuana?"The monkey shakes his head "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else?"The monkey motioned "kissing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were kissing, too?" asked the astounded officer.The monkey shakes his head "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now wait, you're saying your owners were drinking, smoking and kissing before they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrecked."The monkey shakes his head "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What were you doing during all this?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Driving" motioned the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/03/talking-monkey-police-officer-came-upon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVo2obdxwwH-3YfRC2S3A-xh9rI4ByCK0WdIfFLjdzpEWKhLLBBFfn8mpTXV0bMUgAK0LJACjDVnNYMfz-JWTstBgvqY9TzF7cMNjlWDA7AaTvFCUuSjwpZHntrWrTq6uiPPW/s72-c/monkey.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-1558379067659103471</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T22:46:11.835-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk0-R4QbpWQrzaTfiOptqOz5w4tNNHa7wI4sSiOA63nSRQRUEMa6ZMWzPLizzH5aTRAIRkqFMHGr-DtP9-wiVY0b95U5JCsrEM4rmpdxbc3DTuV044Gw76FuxjlPFmo9lbu5V/s1600-h/dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047960471242590626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk0-R4QbpWQrzaTfiOptqOz5w4tNNHa7wI4sSiOA63nSRQRUEMa6ZMWzPLizzH5aTRAIRkqFMHGr-DtP9-wiVY0b95U5JCsrEM4rmpdxbc3DTuV044Gw76FuxjlPFmo9lbu5V/s320/dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel her presence near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But seldom see her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I only know she waits for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In her pretty satin lace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her silence seems to say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She'll soon be by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day I hope to meet her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As she lives within my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I often see her in my thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So peaceful and serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The beauty of her closeness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is seen within my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Her sparkling eyes appear to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Be patient and be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And although the day has not arrived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pray it won't be long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The days and nights go quickly by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But my vision does not fade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My love belongs to her alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's for her my heart was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There's not a moment that I dont think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of holding her close to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day I'll see my dream come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For then we'll always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dream-sometimes-i-feel-her-presence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk0-R4QbpWQrzaTfiOptqOz5w4tNNHa7wI4sSiOA63nSRQRUEMa6ZMWzPLizzH5aTRAIRkqFMHGr-DtP9-wiVY0b95U5JCsrEM4rmpdxbc3DTuV044Gw76FuxjlPFmo9lbu5V/s72-c/dream.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-689736969870539157</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 05:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T22:40:33.279-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0Hz8bywX0Tsm3QdmRoeSYA4FypKhAZJUne2IqLmf34eCLBdNACy95pZbXZVfJ-_zdrWdzKAM6cLVRTQiLg1GWQgtqqjctPw_0z3ypp-oPsSqMReRuEoi3mD_jy3YNzD6C7X6/s1600-h/dreamsalive.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047958972299004290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0Hz8bywX0Tsm3QdmRoeSYA4FypKhAZJUne2IqLmf34eCLBdNACy95pZbXZVfJ-_zdrWdzKAM6cLVRTQiLg1GWQgtqqjctPw_0z3ypp-oPsSqMReRuEoi3mD_jy3YNzD6C7X6/s320/dreamsalive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep You Dreams Alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not allow a love that failed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To shroud all your hopes and dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's merely a pause to catch your breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Journey forward to pursue other moon beams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The words I love you can be so easily said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When they slobber from the mouth of a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Especially for a person who had longed to hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those three words masquerading as jewels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torn ragged pieces of your heart will soon heal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Throw past memories and hurt to the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not give up and say I've had it with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For it was not love that you thought you had found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll not find happiness if you continue to tread,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the bridges that collapsed where you walked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do away with the voices that remain in your head,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From the day that your life ran amok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try looking at life as consisting of two columns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With one saying win the other saying loss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you give up and do not fight for your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You will live to regret and have paid a great cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always take time to feel good about yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realize the kind loving person you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the end of your day you will always look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And find the wins out number losses by far!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-you-dreams-alive-do-not-allow-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE0Hz8bywX0Tsm3QdmRoeSYA4FypKhAZJUne2IqLmf34eCLBdNACy95pZbXZVfJ-_zdrWdzKAM6cLVRTQiLg1GWQgtqqjctPw_0z3ypp-oPsSqMReRuEoi3mD_jy3YNzD6C7X6/s72-c/dreamsalive.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-7581804852022737247</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2007 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-30T04:06:43.908-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just to all</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=8955333&amp;amp;site=widget-c5.slide.com" width="250" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:250px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=5&amp;amp;sk=20&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=8955333&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p1/8955333/bb_t005_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;amp;tt=5&amp;amp;sk=20&amp;amp;cy=bb&amp;amp;th=23&amp;amp;id=8955333&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c5.slide.com/p2/8955333/bb_t005_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. 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All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jokes4children.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (SaTiSh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29792479.post-7083063034655471172</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-20T02:19:40.872-07:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyp1-2IyECjff_3p72l6mBRg4CFJYJ08Hq2jo9Xtbd_1i_IZ3XnvNv-nSZm7HHqmGxVzz_h7JG1dsST2tPcZfN1rvv36QogYCL8OGEB7q86EmtVAPzyj2MgPYxeNSPcdJX3Gp/s1600-h/Question_Mark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043933371259831410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCyp1-2IyECjff_3p72l6mBRg4CFJYJ08Hq2jo9Xtbd_1i_IZ3XnvNv-nSZm7HHqmGxVzz_h7JG1dsST2tPcZfN1rvv36QogYCL8OGEB7q86EmtVAPzyj2MgPYxeNSPcdJX3Gp/s320/Question_Mark2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Friendship...???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Good Communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treasured Memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A feeling of belonging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mutual respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unconditional support&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helping hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kindness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depending on one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Common Interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing each other's thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A shoulder to cry on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hug when needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughing often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Send this page to your friends to tell them you think they are good friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(click on the mail sign  to send it to your friends!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. 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Amber.. Lexy.. and Cole,&lt;br /&gt;Two pretty little girls and two handsome boys,&lt;br /&gt;God's love shining within their soul.&lt;br /&gt;Hold tight their hand as we walk swiftly on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more Angels to see,&lt;br /&gt;Joseph..Jeremy..Jakob.. and James,&lt;br /&gt;With Faith..Kristen..Kody.. and Kaylee.&lt;br /&gt;Angel whispers calling each of our names,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's never let go of their hand,&lt;br /&gt;We now join Lane and Lee Williams,&lt;br /&gt;Logan.. and ..Mikaila.. all tread Heavens land.&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Caitlyn are beckoning to us all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want us to meet their new friends,&lt;br /&gt;Ryan..Travis..Parker and Paul,Noah..Russ..&lt;br /&gt;and Sapphie they send.&lt;br /&gt;Three more little Angels now come into view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names are Sharon..Arianna.. and Mason,&lt;br /&gt;The light becomes brighter from the stars in their eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Soon back to dreamland we must hasten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Before we complete this visit we?ve had,We'll join hands with Zachariah and Zach,Close by our side is Victoria and Tessa,Now it's time for us to come back.To the parents.. grandparents.. and loved ones,You have just been to Heaven and saw,That your Grand Angels are there and await you,Safely guarded by God's loving law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright © 2006 Satish. 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