<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2014 07:23:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>consumer activism</category><category>Energy Saving</category><title>Mails in My Inbox</title><description>These are some of the mails I receive. MANY MAY BE JUST JOKES OR UNTRUE. THE AUTHENTICITY IS NOT CONFIRMED.</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-7456637573154574714</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T06:02:15.566-07:00</atom:updated><title>Attention please…..</title><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Attention please…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#104160;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(16, 65, 96); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Don't eat  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#e26200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(226, 98, 0); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;kurkure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#104160;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(16, 65, 96); font-family: Calibri;"&gt; because it contains high amount of plastic if U don't believe burn  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#e26200;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(226, 98, 0); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;kurkure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#104160;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(16, 65, 96); font-family: Calibri;"&gt; n u  can see plastic melting. Please forward to all!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#104160;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(16, 65, 96); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;News report from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: red; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Times of India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#104160;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 65, 96); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Avoid these tablets they are very dangerous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;D cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Vicks action- 500&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Actified &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Coldarin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cosome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Nimulid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:85%;color:#82823f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(130, 130, 63); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cetrizet-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;They contain Phenyl- Propanol -Amide PPA.Which Causes strokes, and these tablets are banned in U.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#a11f12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: rgb(161, 31, 18); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cotton Ear Buds... (Must read it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#a11f12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(161, 31, 18); font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not show sympathy to people selling buds on roadside or at Signals.....&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to warn you people not to buy those packs of ear buds you get  at the roadside. It's made from cotton that has already been used in hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;They take all the dirty, blood and pus filled cotton, wash it, bleach it and use it to make ear buds. So, unless you want to become the first  person in the world to get Herpes Zoster Oticus (a viral infection of the inner, middle, and external ear) of the ear and that too from a cotton bud, DON'T BUY THEM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Please forward to all. This may be helpful for someone………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;color:#0000bf;"  &gt;Thanks &amp;amp; Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Nagaratna Vijay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/attention-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-3832069960152525106</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T05:58:59.420-07:00</atom:updated><title>WHO OWNS KASHMIR?</title><description>&gt; &gt; WHO OWNS KASHMIR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred&lt;br /&gt;&gt; recently in the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; United Nations Assembly that made the world community&lt;br /&gt;&gt; smile.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; A representative from India began: 'Before&lt;br /&gt;&gt; beginning my talk I want to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; after whom Kashmir is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; named.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; When Rishi Kashyap struck a rock and it brought forth&lt;br /&gt;&gt; water, he thought,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; 'What a good opportunity to have a bath.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; He took off his clothes, put them aside on the rock&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and entered the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; water.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had&lt;br /&gt;&gt; vanished. A&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Pakistani had stolen them.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in support of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Pakistan, he shouted, 'What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Pakistanis&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; weren't there then.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; The Indian representative smiled and said, 'And&lt;br /&gt;&gt; now that we have made&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; that clear, I will begin my speech.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; -................-............&lt;div id=":1cl" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;....-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-owns-kashmir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-872369347499527885</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T21:20:46.751-07:00</atom:updated><title>DIFFICULT QUESTIONS AND INTELLIGENT ANSWERS</title><description>Not only our technical knowledge helps, but also the&lt;br /&gt;presence of mind and the right answer at right time.&lt;br /&gt;Even if u don't know the answer for a question just&lt;br /&gt;confuse the questioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question and the Answer given by Candidates oh sorry&lt;br /&gt;they are IAS Officers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor&lt;br /&gt;without cracking it?&lt;br /&gt;A. Concrete floors are very hard to crack! (UPSC&lt;br /&gt;Topper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how&lt;br /&gt;long would it take four men to build it?&lt;br /&gt;A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 rd Rank&lt;br /&gt;Opted for IFS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q.If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand&lt;br /&gt;and four apples and three oranges in the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;what would you have?&lt;br /&gt;A. Very large hands.(Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for&lt;br /&gt;IPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is not a problem, since you will never find! an&lt;br /&gt;elephant with one hand. (UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A. No Probs, He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it&lt;br /&gt;will become?&lt;br /&gt;A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS&lt;br /&gt;Rank 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What looks like half apple?&lt;br /&gt;A : The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What can you never eat for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;A : Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What happened when wheel was invented?&lt;br /&gt;A : It caused a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?&lt;br /&gt;A : Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer said "I shall either ask you ten easy&lt;br /&gt;questions or one really difficult question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy&lt;br /&gt;thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really&lt;br /&gt;difficult question."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own&lt;br /&gt;choice! Now tell me this. "What comes first, Day or&lt;br /&gt;Night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was jolted in! to reality as his admission&lt;br /&gt;depends on the correctness of his answer,&lt;br /&gt;but he thought for a while and said,&lt;br /&gt;"It's the DAY sir!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How" the interviewer asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a&lt;br /&gt;SECOND difficult question!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was selected for IIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/08/difficult-questions-and-intelligent.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-2987772428216653348</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T21:22:17.347-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Secret key to your goal</title><description>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="widget-content"&gt; What is it that separates the highly successful individual from the average or even successful individual? Why is it that one person seems to achieve extraordinary results on a consistent basis and another, with nearly the same training, hits and misses their accomplishments?&lt;br /&gt;The success technique to which I am referring is visualization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visualizing your results is the key to realizing your results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Visualization is one of the most important techniques you will ever learn and one that is utilized by all high performers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualizing is your key to success for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Your mind thinks in pictures and images&lt;br /&gt;2 Your unconscious mind drives your behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your unconscious mind doesn't know the difference between something that is real and something you imagined. Whatever picture (goal, dream or wish) you consistently think about will drive your actions to create that exact picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you continually see yourself in possession of your goal, your unconscious mind will move you into actions that align with the mental image you hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick visualization overview to assure your goal achievement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Create a clear mental picture. You must associate a picture to your goal. You should picture yourself in your vision, rather than "watching" yourself achieve your goal. This "fine point" separates the masters from the masses.&lt;br /&gt;Create a picture that is so real you believe you already have achieved your success. (Think in the paste tense sense, that's already a fact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Thoughts become Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Your Inspiration &amp;amp; Happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-key-to-your-goal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-2561219813387721144</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 06:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T00:00:13.064-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just a reminder on how to keep your pc-secure, (for novices only!)</title><description>Here are my first steps for a novice user:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1)&lt;/b&gt; Install a Firewall- Zone Alarm (basic which is free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other options are : Just make sure the firewall built in with Windows XP -SP2 and above (incl. Vista) is on!&lt;br /&gt;Although the built in firewall leaves much to be desired and the fact that they never seem to be updated (i use windows update and haven't seen a single update for the built in firewall on windows, ever) is reason to believe they are no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One always hears about antivirus,antispyware etc. but rarely about firewall, but this one is essential.&lt;br /&gt;A good firewall that even prevents unauthorised outward access is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical scenerio 1: You have spyware on your system, it needs to send data back to its creator to be of any use. You being smart, have firewall that alerts you of an applications desire to use the internet, an application whose name is suspicious, one that you don't use, you block it. Saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenerio 2: You have virus on system. Many viruses today have a party on an infected system by inviting (downloading) all their friends from the internet onto the system. You being smart, have firewall that alerts you of a applications desire to use the internet, an application whose name is suspicious, one that you don't use, you block it. Saved. Of-course the one virus still remains to be tackled by other means (get a different antivirus etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)&lt;/b&gt; Install Antivirus - Too many to choose from , use any thing as long as you've seen/met 10 people who use it. (Examples: AVG free 8 -SP1 (latest, as the initial version was plagued by problems) or Avast (free version), Avira (free Version) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Important: &lt;b&gt;KEEP IT UPDATED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3)&lt;/b&gt; AntiSpyware - Use any but again ensure it is well updated. Treat it on par with Antivirus. Today spyware is as big a threat as virus and it has become increasingly difficult to differentiate between the two.&lt;br /&gt;Examples: Built in with the antivirus!!!, Windows Defender from Microsoft, Spybot Search &amp;amp; Destroy, Lavasoft Ad-Aware 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4)&lt;/b&gt; Browser: Use any, but make sure it is the latest version.&lt;br /&gt;This is also one of the most neglected security issues. Most users do not even install a browser but use what is installed with the OS which will be IE 6 on Win XP sp2. It is most advisable to use the latest IE7 with the phishing filter ON.&lt;br /&gt;Examples: Internet Explorer (IE), Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;/b&gt; Prevent Pen Drive Virus - This is a strange one and most difficult to fix, but most pendrive viruses like Shahrok.exe, Muha-ha-ha and countless others are not detected by many antivirus software (Even the paid ones) until it is very late.&lt;br /&gt;So try not to take pen-drives to cyber cafe etc. and then use in your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this article helps users new to the internet or comp to keep their pc secure, and for the seasoned users hope you remembered to update and scan ur pc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-reminder-on-how-to-keep-your-pc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-6474512728070890257</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T07:29:10.371-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chill Out</title><description>today's punch:&lt;br /&gt;              youth are not useless, but used less!!!&lt;br /&gt;              they are not careless but cared less!!!&lt;br /&gt;              (don't abuse me ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from sardar's book:&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;teacher: why r u late to class?&lt;br /&gt;sardar:  i saw a board in front of school. thats why?&lt;br /&gt;teacher:  what? which board?&lt;br /&gt;sardar:  'school zone- go slow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interview for the post of detective:&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;interviewer: who killed gandhiji?&lt;br /&gt;sardar: thanks sir 4 giving me the job. i'll start investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sardar in army as a major:&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;soldier: 'sir, we r surrounded by enemies!!'&lt;br /&gt;sardar major:  excellent!!!!! Now we can play ringa ringa roses!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news:&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a recent survey says that india is the 12th richest in the world now and&lt;br /&gt;we don't have any outstandings in the world bank. so, lets go for a&lt;br /&gt;toast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fact:(be patient)&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;if people say u r crazy, be patient!!&lt;br /&gt;if they call u a monkey, relax!!&lt;br /&gt;if they say u r stupid, be cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;but.......&lt;br /&gt;if they say u r smart, slap them, joke has it's limits!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/chill-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-8452399323396845018</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T07:26:37.782-07:00</atom:updated><title>Women oh Women!</title><description>A woman was out golfing  one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look  for it and found a frog in a trap. The&lt;br /&gt;frog said to her, "If you release me  from this trap, I will grant you&lt;br /&gt;three wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman freed the frog,  and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed&lt;br /&gt;to mention that there was a  condition to your wishes. Whatever you&lt;br /&gt;wish for, your husband will get Ten times of that The woman said, "That's&lt;br /&gt;okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her first wish, she wanted to  be the most beautiful woman in the&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog warned her, "You do  realize that this wish will also make&lt;br /&gt;your husband the most handsome man in  the world, an Adonis whom women&lt;br /&gt;will flock to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied,  "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Woman and he will have  eyes only for me." So, KAZAM-she's the most&lt;br /&gt;beautiful Woman in the  world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the  world.&lt;br /&gt;The frog said, That will make your husband the richest man in  the&lt;br /&gt;world and he will be ten times richer than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his&lt;br /&gt;is mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM-she's the richest woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd&lt;br /&gt;like a mild heart  attack!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention female readers: This is the end of the joke for  you, Stop&lt;br /&gt;here and continue feeling good.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male readers: Please  scroll down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  man had a heart attack ten times milder than his wife!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the  story: Women are really dumb but think they're really&lt;br /&gt;smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them  continue to think that way and just enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are a  woman and are still reading this, it only goes to&lt;br /&gt;show that women never listen!!! that is why you read it even after our&lt;br /&gt;advise to stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/04/women-oh-women.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-4605080397521124357</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T23:25:51.462-08:00</atom:updated><title>What Makes a - Great Boy/Girl Friend .</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;What Makes a - Great Boy/Girl Friend .&lt;br/&gt;Someone who knows what you need before you say it.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who knows when to laugh and when to cry.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who truly listens when you have something to say.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that's there for you during the good and bad times.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is caring.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who loves you with all their heart and soul.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is interested in reality and not as a fashion display.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is honest.&lt;br/&gt;Someone you can trust them like a sibling, confide in like a friend but most of all, love as the great lover they are.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is open and responsive.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is never critical and ill-tempered in respect to your needs.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who knows when things have to be compromised in the relationship.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who understands listening is a key, but using what is heard is even more important.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who's there for you no matter what.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is trustful.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is a friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone who gives a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br/&gt;Someone with a great sense of humor.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who has things in common with you.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who takes time to listen and enjoy you for who you are and tries not to make you something else.&lt;br/&gt;Someone with a constant open ear, open heart, and open mind to accept and love people for who the really are.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who will always be there to support your ideas without argument and love you for everything that you are.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that can get a point across without yelling.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that remembers all the cute stupid stuff you love.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that has a personality with qualities you don't have yourself, but admire greatly in them.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who realizes you're two separate people, and appreciates the differences.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who can sense a mood problem, and not take it personally.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who understands the difference between PMS, and a real problem.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who can make you happy when your sad.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who tells you the truth even if you don't want to hear it.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who will not hurt you intentionally.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is a sweet, romantic person who cherishes you no matter what.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that you can laugh with.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Someone who you can feel comfortable with and that you don't care what kind of weird stuff they see you do because you know they will still love you no matter what.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who will love you in spite of your little idiosyncrasies.&lt;br/&gt;Someone that would do anything to show how much they care.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who is a great pal, a great kisser, and a great lover..!&lt;br/&gt;Someone who allows you to be yourself around them.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who will respect you.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who cherishes your hopes and is kind to your dreams.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who knows you're not perfect, but treats you as though you are.&lt;br/&gt;Someone who listens with their heart and is your source of inspiration .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-makes-great-boygirl-friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-8200997108079044453</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T23:24:47.040-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fake and Real friends</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Never ask for food.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you have no food.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was&lt;br/&gt;wrong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ...&lt;br/&gt;but that shit was fun!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: never seen you cry.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: cry with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: know a few things about you.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is&lt;br/&gt;doing.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Are for awhile.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had&lt;br/&gt;enough.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say&lt;br/&gt;"Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about&lt;br/&gt;you.&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;FAKE ASS FRIENDS: Would ignore this&lt;br/&gt;REAL FRIENDS: Will send this to all there real friends even the one who&lt;br/&gt;sent it to them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/fake-and-real-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-3459148075202210828</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T23:22:57.758-08:00</atom:updated><title>couldn't ignore...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;boy- i missed u at school 2day, y weren't u there?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- yeah, i had to go to the doctor.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- oh really? y?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- oh nothin, annual shots, thats all.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- oh&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- so wht did we do in math 2day?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- u didnt miss ne thing that great.......just lots of notes&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- ok good&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- yeah&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- hey i have a question......&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ok, ask away&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl-........how much do u love me?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- u kno i love u more than anything&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- yeah.....&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- y did u ask?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl-................&amp;amp;gt;silence&amp;amp;lt;..........&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- is something wrong?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- no nothing at all&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- good.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- ................how much do u care about me?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- i would give u the world in a heartbeat if i could.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- u would?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- yeah.........of course i would &amp;amp;gt;sounding worried&amp;amp;lt; is there&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;something wrong??&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- no, everythings fine......&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- are u sure?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- yeah.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ok.......i hope so.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- ................would u die for me?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- i would take a bullet for u anyday, hun&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- reslly?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- anyday. now seriously, is there something wrong???&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- no im fine, ur fine, we're fine, everyones fine.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ............ok&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl-......................well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at&lt;br/&gt;school.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- yeah, i love u 2, bye.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- hey, have u seen my g/f 2day?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- no&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- oh.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- she wasnt here yesterday either.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- i know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last nite.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- well dude u kno how gurls are sumtimes&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- yeah........but not her.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- idk wht else 2 say, man.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- k well i gotta get 2 english, ill c ya after school.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;THAT NIGHT:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- hello?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- hey&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- oh, hi.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- y weren't u at school 2day?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- are u sick?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- ..................um i have 2 go, my mom's callin on my other&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;line.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ill wait.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- it may take a while, ill call u later.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy-........alright, i love u hun.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;very long pause&amp;amp;lt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- what???&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- its the best thing for us right now.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- y????&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i love u.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;click&amp;amp;lt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER&lt;br/&gt;HER&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;PHONE.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- hey dude&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- hey&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- whats up&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- nothin, hey have u talked 2 ur ex lately?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- no&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- so u didnt hear?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- hear what?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- um idk if i should be the one to tell u......&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- dude, wtf tell me&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;friend- uh....call this number....433-555-3468&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ok............&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;-ring-&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse beckam.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- uh.......i must have the wrong number, im looking for my&lt;br/&gt;friend.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;voice- what is her name, sir?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;(boy gives info)&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients&lt;br/&gt;here.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- really? y? what happened??? how is she???&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- WHAT HAPPENED??!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;voice- plz come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- WAIT! NO!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;*dial tone*&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL&lt;br/&gt;IS&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- omg are u ok??&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- ..................&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- sweetie!! talk to me!!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i..........&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- u what?? U WHAT???&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i have cancer and im on life support&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- .......................&amp;amp;gt;breaks into&lt;br/&gt;tears&amp;amp;lt;......................&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- they're taking me off 2night&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- y??&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i wanted 2 tell u but i couldnt&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- y didnt u tell me????&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i didnt want 2 hurt u.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- u could never hurt me&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i just wanted 2 c if u felt bout me as the same i felt bout u.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- i love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;heartbeat. i would die for you and take a bullet for you.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- ...........&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;girl- dont be sad, i love u n ill always be here w/u&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;boy- then y'd u break up w/me?&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;nurse- young man, visiting hours are over.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;but what the boy didn't kno is that the girl only asked him those&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only&lt;br/&gt;broke up&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;w/him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and&lt;br/&gt;thought&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her&lt;br/&gt;before&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;she died.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;NEXT DAY&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand..with a note in the&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;other...&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;THE NOTE SAID: i told her i would take a bullet for her....just like&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;she said she would die for me...&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;re-post this within 10 minutes or else the one you love will die&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt; &amp;amp;gt;"if ur in love read this!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/couldn-ignore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-173197073855761776</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T23:16:18.768-08:00</atom:updated><title>A touchy one!!!!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;was walking around in a store. I saw a&lt;br/&gt;Cashier hand this little boy his money back saying&lt;br/&gt;"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough&lt;br/&gt;money to buy this doll."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then the little boy turned to the old woman&lt;br/&gt;Next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have&lt;br/&gt;Enough money?''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The old lady replied: ''You know that you&lt;br/&gt;Don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then she asked him to stay there for 5&lt;br/&gt;Minutes while she went to look around. She left&lt;br/&gt;Quickly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in&lt;br/&gt;His hand.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him&lt;br/&gt;Who he wished to give this doll to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"It's the doll that my sister loved most and&lt;br/&gt;Wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa&lt;br/&gt;Claus would bring it to her."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will&lt;br/&gt;Bring it to her after all, and not to worry.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus&lt;br/&gt;Can't bring it to her where she is now.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have to Give the doll to my mommy so that&lt;br/&gt;she can give it to My sister when she goes there."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My&lt;br/&gt;Sister has gone to be with God.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daddy says that&lt;br/&gt;Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I&lt;br/&gt;Thought that she could take the doll with her to&lt;br/&gt;Give it to my sister.''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My heart nearly stopped.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The little boy looked up at me and said:&lt;br/&gt;"I Told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her&lt;br/&gt;To wait until I come back from the mall."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then he showed me a very nice photo of him&lt;br/&gt;Where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy&lt;br/&gt;To take my picture with her so she won't forget me."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have&lt;br/&gt;To leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be&lt;br/&gt;With my little sister."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad&lt;br/&gt;Eyes, very quietly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and said to&lt;br/&gt;The boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you&lt;br/&gt;Do have enough money?''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Ok" he said "I hope that I have enough."I&lt;br/&gt;Added some of my money to his without him seeing and&lt;br/&gt;We started to count it. There was enough for the&lt;br/&gt;Doll and even some spare money.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The little boy said: "Thank you God for&lt;br/&gt;Giving me enough money!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then he looked at me and added "I asked&lt;br/&gt;Yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have&lt;br/&gt;Enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give&lt;br/&gt;It to my sister. He heard me!''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a&lt;br/&gt;White rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask&lt;br/&gt;God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the&lt;br/&gt;Doll and a white rose.''&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"My mommy loves white roses."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady came again&lt;br/&gt;And I left with my basket.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I finished my shopping in a totally&lt;br/&gt;Different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy&lt;br/&gt;Out of my mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article&lt;br/&gt;2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit&lt;br/&gt;A car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The little girl died right away, and the&lt;br/&gt;Mother was left in a critical state. The family had&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To decide whether to pull the plug on the&lt;br/&gt;Life-assisting machine, because the young lady would&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Not be able to recover from the coma.&lt;br/&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Two days after this encounter with the&lt;br/&gt;Little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young&lt;br/&gt;Lady had passed away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch&lt;br/&gt;Of white roses and I went to the funeral home where&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The body of the young woman was exposed for people&lt;br/&gt;To see and make last wishes before burial.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a&lt;br/&gt;Beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of&lt;br/&gt;The little boy and the doll placed over her chest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that&lt;br/&gt;My life had been changed forever. The love that this&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Little boy had for his mother and his sister is&lt;br/&gt;Still, to this day, hard to imagine.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And in a Fraction of a second, a drunk&lt;br/&gt;driver had taken all This away from him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/touchy-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-6227423128504217676</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:17:05.050-08:00</atom:updated><title>Real Story</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;This is a real story of a young college girl who passed away last&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; month in chennai.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She is working in a call&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; centre. She has a boy friend named&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the&lt;br/&gt;phone.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; You can&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; never see her without her handphone.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of&lt;br/&gt;them&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; can be on the same network, and save&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; on the cost.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family&lt;br/&gt;knows&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; about their relationship. Shankar is very close with&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away&lt;br/&gt;she&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; always told her friends "If I pass away please burn&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there. A lot of&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had&lt;br/&gt;tried&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; to carry the body, the result is still the same. Eventually, they&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak&lt;br/&gt;with&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; the soul of dead person , who is a&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to&lt;br/&gt;himself&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; slowly.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then&lt;br/&gt;her&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; phone. He&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside&lt;br/&gt;the&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; casket. after that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved&lt;br/&gt;and&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away.&lt;br/&gt;After&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for&lt;br/&gt;me.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; first, I wanna tell you something very important." after he came,&lt;br/&gt;they&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; told him the truth about Priya.&lt;br/&gt;Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; certificate to him.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat)&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is&lt;br/&gt;from&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of&lt;br/&gt;them&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; heard his conversation.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice&lt;br/&gt;of&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Priya &amp;amp; there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is&lt;br/&gt;nailed&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; person's (who can speak with&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; the soul of deal perosns) help again.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; He brought his master to solve this matter. 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Wherever you go, our network&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; follows!!!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; Never in my life i have read such an email...Wasted ten minutes coz&lt;br/&gt;of&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; this...&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;gt; yo........buuzzaaaaaaa........adios.......&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-8220820626706171495</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:14:52.756-08:00</atom:updated><title>Kinda lame.. But here goes. ...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hi Friends,&lt;br/&gt;See If You Can Figure Out What These Words Have In Common.......&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Banana&lt;br/&gt;Dresser&lt;br/&gt;Grammar&lt;br/&gt;Potato&lt;br/&gt;Revive&lt;br/&gt;Uneven&lt;br/&gt;Voodoo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Are You Peeking Or Have You Already Given Up?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Give It Another Try....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;OK... Here You Go... Hope You Didn't Cheat.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This Is Cool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;SCROLL DOWN&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Answer:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In all of the words listed, if you take the first letter, place it at&lt;br/&gt;the  end of the word, and then spell the word  backwards, it will be&lt;br/&gt;the same word.&lt;br/&gt;Did you figure it out?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/kinda-lame-but-here-goes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-5764177776214798737</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:13:25.835-08:00</atom:updated><title>Save Energy</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;DO not delete pls read it takes 5 min only&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;v pass a good amt of time in reanding and fwding jokes and kind of sutf so my humble request to read and fwd this in ur frndlist, groups(college,office,orkut)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hi Frnds,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How are you ? hope u all r doing best. here is the little suggestion from my side&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When you use your computer to work, just remember to switch off your&lt;br/&gt;monitor&lt;br/&gt;every time you leave your desk. Very simple, isn't it? Just give a&lt;br/&gt;thought&lt;br/&gt;to what difference it can make? Roughly, normal monitors consume around&lt;br/&gt;150W. Even if your screen remains ON for 1 hour per day without any use,&lt;br/&gt;energy wasted per day is 150 W-h (or 0.15 "units"). This is enough to&lt;br/&gt;light&lt;br/&gt;a small lamp for 10 hours! If you care to switch off your monitor each&lt;br/&gt;time&lt;br/&gt;you leave your place, you save electricity enough for basic household&lt;br/&gt;needs&lt;br/&gt;of a small family in a village! If your monitor remains ON overnight,&lt;br/&gt;this&lt;br/&gt;figure becomes 10-fold - so you can probably save electricity for 10&lt;br/&gt;families. And supposing that you leave your seat 5 times a day and it&lt;br/&gt;takes&lt;br/&gt;1 second to switch the monitor ON/OFF, you spend only 10 seconds a day&lt;br/&gt;for&lt;br/&gt;this deed which saves LOTS of energy on a long run!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please forward this to all our colleagues and friends, if you find it&lt;br/&gt;worthwhile. If all of us start this simple practice, we will surely make&lt;br/&gt;a&lt;br/&gt;BIG difference!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/save-energy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-4753666992950713160</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:07:23.034-08:00</atom:updated><title>Birth Test</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Seems to be very perfect research!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Birth Test&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let me know your number. Once you have discovered your Birth Number, forward this email to the rest of your friends, including the one who sent this to you. Put your "number" in the "Subject" and Pass it on! Have fun!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your birth date describes who we are, what we are good at and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn a nd the challenges we are facing.  To figure out your Birth Number, add all the numbers in the birth date together, like in the example, until there is only one digit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A Birth Number does not prevent you from being anything you want to be, it will just color your choice differently and give you a little insight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Example : March 20, 1950&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3 + 20 + 1950 = 1973 = 1 + 9 + 7 + 3 = 20 = 2 + 0 = 2&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2 is the Birth Number to read for the birth date in the example.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#1 THE ORIGINATOR&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#2 THE PEACEMAKER&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#3 THE LIFE OF THE PARTY&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#4 THE CONSERVATIVE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#5 THE NONCONFORMIST&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#6 THE ROMANTIC&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#7 THE INTELLECTUAL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#8 THE BIG SHOT&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#9 THE PERFORMER&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;===========================================================&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 1 - THE ORIGINATOR&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1 's are originals. Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things their own way is another trait that gets them as being stubborn and arrogant. 1's are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are often leaders or bosses, as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them. Lesson to learn: Others' ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Famous 1's: Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Hulk Hogan, Carol Burnett, Wynona Judd, Nancy Reagan, Raquel Welch, Samuel L. Jackson&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#2 - THE PEACEMAKER&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2's are the born diplomats. They are aware of others' needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don't like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the other hand they'd rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship. Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Famous 2's: President Bill Clinton, Madonna, Whoopee Goldberg, Thomas Edison, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Orlando Bloom, David Beckham&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 3 - THE LIFE OF THE PARTY&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3's are idealists. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don't always see them through. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view.&lt;br/&gt;Famous 3's: Alan Alda, Ann Landers, Bill Cosby, Melanie Griffith, Salvador Dali, Jodi Foster, LL Cool J&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 4 - THE CONSERVATIVE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4's are sensible and traditional. They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Famous 4's: Neil Diamond, Margaret Thatcher, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tina Turner, Paul Hogan, Oprah Winfrey&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 5 - THE NONCONFORMIST&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5's are the expl orers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often land them in hot water. They need diversity, and don't like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all the facts before jumping to conclusions.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Famous 5's: Abraham Lincoln, Charlotte Bronte, Jessica Walter, Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller, Mark Hamil, Colin Farrell, Scott Speedman&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 6 - THE ROMANTIC&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6's are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong&amp;amp;nbs p;family connection is important to them. Their actions influence their decisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are very loyal and make great teachers. They like art or music. They make loyal friends who take the friendship seriously. 6's should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot.&lt;br/&gt;Famous 6's: Albert Einstein, Jane Seymour, John Denver, Meryl Streep, Christopher Columbus, Goldie Hawn, Salma Hayek&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#7 - THE INTELLECTUAL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7's are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They 're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what not in the world at large.&lt;br/&gt;Famous 7's: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Joan Baez, Princess Diana, Johnny Depp, Shah Rukh Khan&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;# 8 - THE BIG SHOT&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;8's are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grand plans and like to live the good life. They take charge of people. They view people obje ctively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss. They should learn to exude their decisions on their own needs rather than on what others want.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Famous 8's: Edgar Cayce, Barbra Streisand, George Harrison, Jane Fonda, Pablo Picasso, Aretha Franklin, Nostrodamus, Jack Davenport, Michelle Rodriguez&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;#9 - THE PERFORMER&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;9's are natural entertainers. They are very caring and generous, giving away their last dollar to help. With their charm, they have no problem making friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so many different personalities that people around them have a hard time understanding them. The y are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They have tremendous luck, but also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To be successful, they need to build a loving foundation.&lt;br/&gt;Famous 9's: Albert Schweitzer, Shirley MacLaine, Harrison Ford, Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley, Rowan Atkinson (Mr Bean!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/birth-test.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-7072228036452478663</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:03:17.166-08:00</atom:updated><title>Before and After Marriage</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Before the marriage:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br/&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br/&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br/&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br/&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br/&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br/&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br/&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br/&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br/&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br/&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br/&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br/&gt;He: Yes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now after the marriage you can read it from below to up !!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-and-after-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-2881171741862100406</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T03:02:18.472-08:00</atom:updated><title>This is really touchin ..............</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;this is really touchin ..............&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sanjay, a rich guy, loved fast cars and he did have a few in his&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;possession.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He loved to speed and could not be bothered about breaking speed&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;limits. Many a times he was&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;caught by the cops and speed radars, fined, but still he never&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;bothered until.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day as he was driving at a very high speed as usual, he saw&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;a cop following him. The cop overtook him finally and asked him to stop&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;checked his license. He then took out his pad and started&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Writing, and then handed over the sheet of paper to Sanjay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How much was this one going to cost?!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Wait a minute.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What was this????&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sanjay began to read:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Dear Sanjay,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once upon a time I had a lovely daughter. She was six when&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;killed by a car.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You guessed it - a speeding driver's car.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hug his three daughters.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;before I can ever hug her again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;again. Even now. Pray for me.. And be careful, Sanjay, my son is&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;all I have left."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sanjay turned around in time to see the cop's car pull away and&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;head down the road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hugging a surprised&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;wife and kids when he arrived.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Life is precious. Handle it with care.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Funny how you can send a thousand jokes' through e-mail and they&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;spread&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sanctity of life, people think&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;twice about sharing. Funny, how when you go to forward this&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;message, you will not send it to&lt;br/&gt;many on your address list because you're not sure what they&lt;br/&gt;believe, or what they will think of&lt;br/&gt;you, for sending it to them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pass this on, you may save a LIFE !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-really-touchin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-5419477992741733706</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T02:59:45.727-08:00</atom:updated><title>Best moments in life</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Best moments in life&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some of the Best Moments in Life:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To fall in love.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To laugh until it hurts your stomach.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To go for a vacation to some pretty place.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To listen to your favorite song in the radio.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To go to bed and to listen while it rains outside.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To leave the! Shower and find that the towel is warm.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To clear your last exam.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces. :)))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* Calls at midnight that last for hours. :))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To laugh without a reason.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To be part of a team.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To watch the sunset from the hill top.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To make new friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To feel butterflies! In the stomach every time that you see that person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To pass time with your best friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To see people that you like, feeling happy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To use a sweater of the person that you like and find that it still smells of their perfume.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To take an evening walk along the beach.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To have somebody tell you that he/she loves you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;* To laugh .......laugh. .......and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done with stupid friends.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;These are the best moments of life....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Let us learn to cherish them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/best-moments-in-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-5547475862299699041</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T02:57:16.085-08:00</atom:updated><title>Say it NOW!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;When U Were Only 5 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U...&lt;br/&gt;U Asked Me: "What Is It?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 15 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U....&lt;br/&gt;U Blushed.. U Look Down And Smile..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 20 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Put Ur Head On My Shoulder And&lt;br/&gt;Hold My Hand.. Afraid That I Might Dissapear..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 25 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Prepare Breakfast And Serve It In&lt;br/&gt;Front Of Me, And Kiss My Forhead N&lt;br/&gt;Said : "U Better Be Quick, Is's Gonna Be Late.."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 30 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Said: "If U Really Love Me, Please&lt;br/&gt;Come Back Early After Work.."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 40 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Were Cleaning The Dining Table And&lt;br/&gt;Said: "Ok Dear, But It's Time For U To Help Our Child With His/Her&lt;br/&gt;Revision.."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 50 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Were Knitting And U Laugh At Me..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 60 Yrs Old, I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;U Smile At Me..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 70 Yrs Old. I Said I Love U..&lt;br/&gt;We Sitting On The Rocking Chair With Our Glasses On.. I'm Reading  Your&lt;br/&gt;Love Letter That U Sent To Me  50 Yrs Ago..&lt;br/&gt;With Our Hand Crossing Together..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When U Were 80 Yrs Old, U Said U Love Me!&lt;br/&gt;I Didn't Say Anything But Cried..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That Day Must Be The Happiest Day Of My Life! Because U Said U Love&lt;br/&gt;Me!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please Appreciate Your Loved Ones.. Say "I Love You" To Them When U&lt;br/&gt;Have The Chance Now!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/say-it-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-9205278857081478802</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-10T02:55:34.008-08:00</atom:updated><title>Foolish Kid?</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his Customer,&lt;br/&gt;"This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The barber puts a five rupee coin and 2 in the other, then calls the boy over and asks,&lt;br/&gt;"Which do you want, son?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves.&lt;br/&gt;"What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of&lt;br/&gt;the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question?&lt;br/&gt;Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of five rupee coin?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The boy licked his cone and replied,&lt;br/&gt;"Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;............&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/foolish-kid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-677095710857175712</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T06:18:52.629-08:00</atom:updated><title>5 little-known Gmail features you may not yet know about</title><description>&lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-little-known-gmail-features-you-may.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-little-known-gmail-features-you-may.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="byline-author"&gt; Posted by Robby Stein, Associate Product Marketing  Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we began rolling out a &lt;a id="zwj7" title="new Gmail code architecture" href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/code-changes-to-prepare-gmail-for.html"&gt;new  Gmail code architecture&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago, we also launched some new features  to help improve the speed and convenience of managing email. I&amp;#39;ve been using  several of these new additions over the last few weeks, and while they might  seem small on their own, they really can add up to save you a lot of time and  hassle. That&amp;#39;s why I decided to list my five favorite new features that are so  new, you may not have noticed them. We are still rolling them out to IE6,  international and Google Apps users, but for those of you who noticed a new  contact manager among other recent improvements in our latest version, here they  are:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &amp;quot;Archive and next&amp;quot; shortcut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;We added a bunch of new &lt;a id="lxfm" title="shortcuts" href="../support/bin/answer.py?hl=en&amp;amp;answer=6594"&gt;shortcuts&lt;/a&gt;  to Gmail, but one that I&amp;#39;ve found to be a true time-saver is what I call the  &amp;quot;archive and next&amp;quot; shortcut. When I have a lot of mail, it can be really  annoying to have to open a message, click &amp;quot;Back to Inbox&amp;quot; and then select the  next email I want to read. So once you enable shortcuts in Settings, you can  simply press the left bracket key &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; while viewing a message to archive  it, and then immediately open the next oldest one. When I see a long list of  unread messages, I like to open the first one and then just hit &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;[&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; to  swiftly move through my mail and archive as I go. (P.S. By clicking the right  bracket &amp;quot;&lt;b&gt;]&lt;/b&gt;&amp;quot; you can also move the other way if you want to open newer  messages after you archive).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5XL5QYdzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZQbQTdYQCdw/s1600-h/shortcuts.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133636487108654898" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5XL5QYdzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZQbQTdYQCdw/s400/shortcuts.png" border="0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Share mail searches with  friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;How many times do your friends tell you, &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t find that email  you sent me.&amp;quot; Now you can prove that you did indeed send that message, despite  the accusations. All you have to do is search for the message using your &lt;a id="fr40" title="expert mail searching" href="../support/bin/answer.py?answer=7190&amp;amp;topic=1579"&gt;expert  mail searching&lt;/a&gt; skills, and when you find it listed in the results, just copy  and paste the URL and email it to your friend. When he or she goes to that link  while in Gmail, your friend&amp;#39;s Gmail will run the same search you ran and will be  able to locate that &amp;quot;lost&amp;quot; email instantly. For example, if you wanted to share  a search for &amp;quot;pick me up at airport,&amp;quot; so flight information can be located, you  would send over this URL: &lt;a href="#search/pick+me+up+at+airport"&gt;http://mail.google.com/mail/#search/pick+me+up+at+airport&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  Browser navigation and history&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your web browser is now a great way to  navigate Gmail. Instead of having to find the right links on the page to move  from inbox to messages to other Gmail views, you can use the browser navigation  buttons (back and forward) to jump back and forth between emails. You can also  open your browser history and click on specific emails that you&amp;#39;ve read to go  right back to them. This allows you to quickly access certain emails without  having to re-read your inbox. Browser history is something that often doesn&amp;#39;t  work well on complex web apps like Gmail, but we&amp;#39;ve gone to great lengths to  make it work right.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5XvJQYd0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_P3RQinyUSc/s1600-h/browsing-history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133637092699043650" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5XvJQYd0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/_P3RQinyUSc/s400/browsing-history.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Bookmark emails&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  frequently need to save a single email for a period of time, such as a message  that includes an important phone number. But I don&amp;#39;t want to create a separate  label for one message, and I also don&amp;#39;t want to archive all the email that comes  in after that message just to keep that thread near the top of my inbox--and  hopefully the top of my mind. This problem is now easily solved by a new ability  to bookmark specific emails. All emails now have dedicated URLs, so just by  adding a browser bookmark while viewing a message, you can return to it whenever  you want, just like a regular web page--although you will still have to log in  to Gmail if you&amp;#39;ve signed out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &amp;quot;Filter messages like this&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  find filters to be one of the most useful features in Gmail, but sometimes it  can be hard to set them up quickly. So we added a new capability that makes a  filter based on the message you are reading, so you can keep track of future  similar emails. By clicking on the dropdown menu in the upper right-hand corner  of every email (the upside-down triangle), you can now see the option to &amp;quot;Filter  messages like this.&amp;quot; Not only can you easily create a filter based on the  sender, but this is especially handy if you are trying to filter emails sent to  mailing lists. We automatically set up a filter for you based on the &amp;quot;list ID&amp;quot;  header, which does a better job of finding emails sent to mailing  lists.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5YKZQYd1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/-vsIw8jlkSc/s1600-h/filter-messages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133637560850478930" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5YKZQYd1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/-vsIw8jlkSc/s400/filter-messages.jpg" border="0"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="[Image]" src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/OfficialGmailBlog/%7E4/186094643" height="1" width="1"&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-little-known-gmail-features-you-may.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h25OVwYBPlg/Rz5XL5QYdzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZQbQTdYQCdw/s72-c/shortcuts.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-2201820270036087223</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 10:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-10T02:55:15.834-08:00</atom:updated><title>Just read</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&amp;amp;gt;# Sign on a  railway station at Patna:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Aana free, jaana  free,&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;pakde gaye to khana free.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;#  Seen on a famous beauty parlor in Bombay:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Don't whistle at  the girl going out from here.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;She may be your  grandmother!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;# Seen on a  bulletin board:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Success is  relative&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;More the success, more the relatives.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;# Sign at a  barber's saloon in Juhu, Bombay:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;we need your  heads to run our business.&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;# A traffic  slogan:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Don't let your  kids drive if they are not old enough - or else they never&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;will  be.....&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;#THE BEST ONE:&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;Its God's  responsibility to forgive the terrorist organizations&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;It's our  responsibility to arrange the meeting between them and god."&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;gt;- Indian Armed  Forces&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-2319410408376378909</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Nov 2007 06:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-07T22:48:43.387-08:00</atom:updated><title>Smile poem</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If at times you feel you want to cry&lt;br/&gt;And life seems such a trial&lt;br/&gt;Above the clouds theres a bright blue sky&lt;br/&gt;So make your tears a smile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As you travel on lifes way&lt;br/&gt;With its many ups and downs&lt;br/&gt;Remember its quite true to say&lt;br/&gt;One smile is worth a dozen frowns.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Among the worlds expensive things&lt;br/&gt;A smile is very cheap&lt;br/&gt;And when you give a smile away,&lt;br/&gt;You get one back to keep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happiness comes at times to all&lt;br/&gt;But sadness comes unbidden&lt;br/&gt;And sometimes a few tears must fall&lt;br/&gt;Among the laughter hidden.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So when friends have sadness on their face&lt;br/&gt;And troubles round them piled&lt;br/&gt;The world will seem a better place&lt;br/&gt;And all because you smiled.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(-: Keep Smiling :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2007/11/smile-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-6181031197716955542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T05:09:15.491-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lessons learnt</title><description>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/lessons-learnt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5496974587451844919.post-9180696482059962183</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-28T07:52:47.756-07:00</atom:updated><title>Five Important Lessons</title><description>1 - First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one: &lt;br /&gt;"What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?" &lt;br /&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name?  &lt;br /&gt;I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.  &lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello." &lt;br /&gt;I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. - Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at  11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama  highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The MN took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. &lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.. &lt;br /&gt;It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a  10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied The little boy again counted his coins. &lt;br /&gt;"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fourth Important Lesson. - The obstacle in Our Path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it, if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt,  and dance like you do when nobody's watching."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com"&gt;Mails in My Inbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://outspoken-myinbox.blogspot.com/2007/10/five-important-lessons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (outspoken)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>