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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa4BFO-dgxI/TnKG04vnMRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Shea2Cgd9FU/s1600/angry-birds-285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angry Birds popular games that are crazy about a lot of people turned out to save the facts are interesting to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game itself is contributing a lot of money for pembesutnya, Rovio. Reported that the company has just received funding of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USD 42 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are exposed some facts behind the success of Angry Birds by Mashable, Monday (09/12/2011):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Angry Birds has been downloaded 300 million times and so far there are three game series which the issuance of which is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry Birds, Birds Angry Angry Birds Seasons and the Rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who would have thought that the players Angry Birds spend a total of 200 million minutes per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The most widely used tool to play, is the output of products based on Android, followed by Apple products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Known to many gamers play the game 'bird' is via the iPhone (32%), iPod touch (33%), iPad (15%), Android (41%) and PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(25%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Angry Birds play also reportedly makes a person feel very relaxed (23%) and make a better mood (58). In fact, not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infrequently he makes the players become addicted (54%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Another interesting fact is peeled from the Angry Birds is that there is no 'cure' for those who are addicted to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. As many as 12% of those who play 25 times Angry Birds prefer to remove it with the aim of preventing them play it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other 12% was minded to perform this action, but they ultimately chose not to do so and continue playing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.bitrebels.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/angry1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.bitrebels.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/angry2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.bitrebels.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/angry3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s4.hubimg.com/u/5096155_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1.hubimg.com/u/5096156_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.hubimg.com/u/5096158_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s1.hubimg.com/u/5096160_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8265987460377229060?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/ZHktSut4wNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8265987460377229060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8265987460377229060" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8265987460377229060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8265987460377229060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/ZHktSut4wNk/angry-birds-ka-jadoooo.html" title="angry birds ka jadoooo" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qa4BFO-dgxI/TnKG04vnMRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Shea2Cgd9FU/s72-c/angry-birds-285.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2011/10/angry-birds-ka-jadoooo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkICRHY5eSp7ImA9WhdaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-8514595808225788207</id><published>2011-10-19T23:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:52:45.821+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T23:52:45.821+05:30</app:edited><title>Beauty Of Earth</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f8f8f8; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8514595808225788207?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/6rl3HeK754w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8514595808225788207/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8514595808225788207" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8514595808225788207?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8514595808225788207?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/6rl3HeK754w/beauty-of-earth.html" title="Beauty Of Earth" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-txN0K-Byugc/Tp8VTXyIhxI/AAAAAAAABF8/V2VXuMZuYjY/s72-c/27v0qt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2011/10/beauty-of-earth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHQn49fyp7ImA9WhdaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-4388412430824067054</id><published>2010-05-01T01:31:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-19T23:38:53.067+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T23:38:53.067+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>THAT THING CALLED LOVE</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For love&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=amritthemomen-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0307382648" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; is never about how many times you get together&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=amritthemomen-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0000C2IW7" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; and then get separated from a person. Love&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=amritthemomen-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0375709223" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; is about whether at the end of the day you can see a smile on the lips of the person you love. Love isn’t about winning or losing, it’s about smiling because she’s smiling, crying because she’s crying, laughing because she’s laughing. In love, there are no conditions, there are no rules.  The biggest challenge in love is to love itself. And every man&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=amritthemomen-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B002VECLVO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; who loses his heart&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=amritthemomen-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B00007E8W2" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt; to a girl is a winner in love. Because in love there are no losers.&lt;br /&gt;
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The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island. The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and! He was able to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren. After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife. The next day, there was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was nothing. Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are you leaving your companion on the island?" "My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them," the first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything."You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings. "Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "what did he pray for that I should owe him anything?" "He prayed that all your prayers be answered. For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us. My prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered. Be blessed. "What you do for others is more important than what you do for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LET’S PRAY FOR EACH OTHER. Sometimes a prayer &amp; a kind word at the right moment can change a life forever.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Every Close Eye Is Not Sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And An Every Open Eye Is Not Seeing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-5914718719435996402?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/mH-lwTP-m9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5914718719435996402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=5914718719435996402" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/5914718719435996402?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/5914718719435996402?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/mH-lwTP-m9U/every-close-eye-is-not-sleeping.html" title="Every Close Eye Is Not Sleeping" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-close-eye-is-not-sleeping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UHSXY-eyp7ImA9WxBREEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-9106232471091874279</id><published>2009-12-29T14:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:03:58.853+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-29T15:03:58.853+05:30</app:edited><title>Mother’s Sacrifice</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/qx318h.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My mom only had one eye.&lt;br /&gt;I hated her… she was such an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;My mom ran a small shop at a flea market.&lt;br /&gt;She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;There was this one day during elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities. Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise us better than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had. They never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams. They always try showing right path and being motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made by kids. There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what they need and it is just time, love and respect.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-9106232471091874279?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/6a2VY05o1ZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/9106232471091874279/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=9106232471091874279" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/9106232471091874279?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/9106232471091874279?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/6a2VY05o1ZE/mothers-sacrifice.html" title="Mother’s Sacrifice" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i50.tinypic.com/qx318h_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/12/mothers-sacrifice.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8ESXY-eSp7ImA9WxNUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-4454032581861156124</id><published>2009-11-01T12:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:30:08.851+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T12:30:08.851+05:30</app:edited><title>Gift from Daughter</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/16jg0b7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-4454032581861156124?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/6yYVR9asOx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4454032581861156124/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=4454032581861156124" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/4454032581861156124?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/4454032581861156124?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/6yYVR9asOx0/gift-from-daughter.html" title="Gift from Daughter" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i34.tinypic.com/16jg0b7_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-from-daughter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDRXg4cCp7ImA9WxNUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-7716311319691930568</id><published>2009-11-01T12:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:24:34.638+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-01T12:24:34.638+05:30</app:edited><title>Having a Best Friend</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand “Today my best friend slapped me in the face”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone “Today my best friend saved my life”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?” The other friend replied “When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/xkyel3.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-7716311319691930568?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/7w48uOdWtZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7716311319691930568/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=7716311319691930568" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/7716311319691930568?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/7716311319691930568?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/7w48uOdWtZk/having-best-friend.html" title="Having a Best Friend" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i33.tinypic.com/xkyel3_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/11/having-best-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AEQHc8eSp7ImA9WxJaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-6521884336149733516</id><published>2009-08-04T16:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:05:01.971+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-04T17:05:01.971+05:30</app:edited><title>Very Touching........</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a Loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the five words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the implication of this story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said " I am with you Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;br /&gt;==================&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to blame, in the relationship, but by this way we miss out some warmth that is needed... some things are not merely to blame. Remember always that life is not that easy to understand as it seems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never try to apply your logic to understand every situation... Let life enjoy its own complexity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-6521884336149733516?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/K9rWqhuhmvI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6521884336149733516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=6521884336149733516" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/6521884336149733516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/6521884336149733516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/K9rWqhuhmvI/very-touching.html" title="Very Touching........" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/08/very-touching.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANQXo8fip7ImA9WxVSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-4948911467344186526</id><published>2009-01-08T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:56:30.476+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T14:56:30.476+05:30</app:edited><title>Pain Of Missing !!</title><content type="html">Pain Of Missing...In the course of life, people care for you, they love you, they support you, they give you a shoulder to cry, they tell you good things, they give you their time, they give you a part of their life...and you salute them by just ignoring their presence, you let them know that you have got better frns, you slam them in front of everyone, you leave no opportunity in telling them that they play a little (or probably NO) role in your life, you leave no stone unturned in letting them realise that they are no one for you...Yet knowin all these your loved ones keep loving you,caring for you in hope that some day u will realise..someday ur heart will melt..and you will love them too..you will care for them too..but unfortunately latter is never the case&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-4948911467344186526?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/YTZ8FwGQUqI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4948911467344186526/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=4948911467344186526" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/4948911467344186526?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/4948911467344186526?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/YTZ8FwGQUqI/pain-of-missing.html" title="Pain Of Missing !!" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2009/01/pain-of-missing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUERX87cSp7ImA9WxVSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-7130746888025528638</id><published>2009-01-08T14:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:46:44.109+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-08T14:46:44.109+05:30</app:edited><title>" know ur value"</title><content type="html">A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a Rupee 500 note. In the room of 200,rnHe asked, "Who would like this Rupee 500 note?"rnHands started going up.rnHe said, "I am going to give this note to one of yournbut first let me do this."rnHe proceeded to crumple the note up.rnHe then asked, "Who still wants it?"rnStill the hands were up in the air.rn"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?"rnAnd he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.rn"Now who still wants it?"rnStill the hands went into the air.rn"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.rnNo matter what I did to the money.rnYou still wanted it because it did notrndecrease in value. It was still worth Rupee 500/-.rnrnMany times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.rnBut no matter what has happened or what will happen.rnNever lose your value.rnYou are special. Don't ever forget it! Never let yesterday's disappointments overshadow tomorrow's dreams.rnrn" VALUE HAS A VALUE ONLY IF ITS VALUE IS VALUED"A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a Rupee 500 note. In the room of 200,rnHe asked, "Who would like this Rupee 500 note?"rnHands started going up.rnHe said, "I am going to give this note to one of yournbut first let me do this."rnHe proceeded to crumple the note up.rnHe then asked, "Who still wants it?"rnStill the hands were up in the air.rn"Well," he replied, "What if I do this?"rnAnd he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.rn"Now who still wants it?"rnStill the hands went into the air.rn"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson.rnNo matter what I did to the money.rnYou still wanted it because it did notrndecrease in value. It was still worth Rupee 500/-.rnrnMany times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless.rnBut no matter what has happened or what will happen.rnNever lose your value.rnYou are special. Don't ever forget it! 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/&gt;And feel My Hands Holding You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Your Roads Looks So Deserted&lt;br /&gt;And all will Go Far Away,&lt;br /&gt;I Will Be there to Stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You will be Down&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Turn My Back&lt;br /&gt;I Will always catch You from Fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Life seems So Cruel&lt;br /&gt;I will fill Your Moments With happiness&lt;br /&gt;No matter if We are Apart,&lt;br /&gt;I Will Always Make you Feel whole.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-1796258107604901789?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/gaPf9sNRm9Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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tomorrow never comesI know that you are mineOur love us eternalAnd ever through all time".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-598074712692170924?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/vpEo6-2M7cU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/598074712692170924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=598074712692170924" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/598074712692170924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T14:49:50.515+05:30</app:edited><title>How to overcome Shyness and face d world with staight &amp; bold face... ??</title><content type="html">How to overcome Shyness and face d world with staight &amp; bold face... ??1. Figure out what makes you feel shy. Do you become shy in front of audiences? When learning a new skill? When venturing into a new situation? When surrounded by people you know and admire? Try to pinpoint the thoughts that go through your head right before the shyness hits. Then come up with some "I" statements that you can repeat to yourself, like a mantra, to head off those thoughts: "I can do this", "I look good", "I have something to offer", etc.2. Build your self confidence. Everyone has some special gift or trait to offer to the world. It sounds corny, but it's true. Think about what you know, what you can do, what you have accomplished, not about how you look or sound or dress. And keep in mind that everyone, even the "beautiful people", has something about themselves or their life that they don't like. There's no particular reason why your "problem" should make you shy while their "problem" doesn't make them shy.3. Get comfortable. Surround yourself with people who bring out the best in you, and build up your confidence through them. Eventually, this will translate to other, more comfortable situations.4. Close your eyes and visualize a situation where you might be shy. Now, in your mind's eye, make yourself feel confident. Do this often, and for different situations. This is most effective if you do this daily, especially in the morning. It might feel silly, but athletes use visualization to develop their skills, so why not you?5. Maintain close bonds with your friends as they can be there for you when you cr@ck out of the shell! They'll be glad to help and might even be pleased at your progress.6. Laugh often, but only at things you find genuinely amusing. It will help ease any tension you may be feeling and will make you feel more relaxed.7. Smile. A small smile in the direction of a stranger may brighten your day, and will brighten theirs, too! And it's a pretty good start to any conversation with anyone, stranger or friend. It breaks the ice and it loosens up your facial muscles, too.8. Set goals for yourself. Focus on small, daily accomplishments, then gradually become more daring.9. Make a list of situations that make you feel anxious. Order them so that those things that cause you the least anxiety are first and those that cause you the most anxiety are last. Once you have a list of 10-15 stressful situations, start working through them, one-by-one. The first few "easier" situations will help build your confidence so that you can continue moving to more difficult situations on your list. Don't worry if you have to go backwards on the list sometimes; take it at your own pace but make an effort to push yourself.10. Practice good posture and speaking clearly. Standing tall gives the world the impression that you are a strong person and that you feel good about your abilities.11. Introduce yourself to one new person each day. It is often easier to talk with strangers, at least briefly. After all, you may never see them again, so who cares what they think about you?12. Make new friends. Talk to somebody you would never think about having a conversation with. Try to find people with your own interest and find excuses to talk to them. Start a conversation with a simple compliment like ,"Hey! I love that shirt!" or "Cool shoes." Most people are nice and will be welcoming to your advances. It is also great practice for more daring behavior, such as talking to popular, charismatic people.13. Try doing stuff you never dreamed you would. Doing something really outlandish, like sky diving, will: a) provide an endorphin rush; and b) give you a story to tell when you are making conversation with people. And if you can find the courage to do something that big, then something like talking to a cute girl/guy should seem easy.Tips* Remember that shyness is an emotion, not a permanent personality trait! You have the power to change your feelings of shyness and act in a bolder manner.* There's nothing wrong with being shy, but there's nothing wrong with being outgoing either!* Shyness is sometimes seen as classy.* Don't be afraid to seek professional help; group counseling, individual counseling, and therapy can help you along the way. Sometimes it's more than just shyness, and it's important to realize that. Social Anxiety Disorder is often seen as "extreme shyness", so make sure that you know what you have.* Many children grow out of their shyness.* Perhaps your shyness comes from stage fright? If you're having difficulties speaking in front of an audience, it is a good idea to choose a person in the audience that you feel comfortable around, and keep your eyes on them the entire time, as though your speech was directed at them. Eventually, you will be able to let your eyes roam around the room, connecting with each member of the audience.* If you think everyone is looking at you, say when you cross the road for example, or when walking through a public place, watch someone else do the same thing and really take note to see if other people are watching that person. You will be surprised to realise that we are not that noticed by others in the grand scheme of things!* Keep working at it. It may take you time to feel more comfortable, don't get discouraged.* As time passes, you'll notice that you've actually beaten a bit of that shyness. Think of it as a motivation to keep on!Warnings* Sometimes, shyness can be a serious obstacle to overcome. Be prepare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-5173470492352518054?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/0yP68SkXu7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5173470492352518054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=5173470492352518054" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/5173470492352518054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/5173470492352518054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/0yP68SkXu7Y/how-to-overcome-shyness-and-face-d.html" title="How to overcome Shyness and face d world with staight &amp; bold face... ??" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-overcome-shyness-and-face-d.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEESHg6eCp7ImA9WxRXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-8800693710011194503</id><published>2008-10-21T14:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:46:49.610+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T14:46:49.610+05:30</app:edited><title>Top 8 Tips To Improve Your Personalityby</title><content type="html">Top 8 Tips To Improve Your Personalityby Jeff CohenEvery person desires to improve his or her own personality.It is quite evident in the methods and processes that are being employed in order to accomplish this particular goal. This is perhaps the reason why people buy new clothes or cut their hair. They improve their image and other things related to changing their appearances.Personality goes beyond external appearance. It includes dispositions, traits, qualities, speech, and other things innate in the person.Here are some tips in improving personality:1. Be interested in people. Try to discover what other people want. Know their likes, dislikes, interests, and beliefs. By doing this, you will be regarded as a person with an attractive and pleasing personality.2. Assume that people like you. If you show the other person that you want people to talk to you, they will react to you with warmth.3. Admit your weaknesses. Do not regard yourself as a perfect person. Just as persons have strengths, they also have their weaknesses. To improve your personality, you should admit that you also have defects.4. Admire your friends. Praise them for their achievements. Tell them how attractive they look. Make them feel how important they are to you. By this, they will also give importance.5. Associate with people who are successful and happy. Seek the companionship of others who can give you new points of views, renewed hopes, and meaningful life. Ask for their advice and guidance. They can give you valuable insights about their experiences in life. You can learn from their insights and apply their insights to improving your personality.6. Attend social gatherings. Social gatherings can increase your circle of friends. Social events can likewise give you new insights and experiences. It can help improve your relationships with other people and your community. Social gatherings can help you develop your communication skills.7. Change your environment. Go on vacation or rest in a new place. Renovate your house and fix your furniture. Introduce changes in your environment.8. Learn new things. Learn how to cook or play the piano. Enroll in voice lessons. Indulge in gardening. By doing this, you are expanding your horizons.Aside from this, you can also develop your skills in other areas such as public speaking and understanding other people’s attitudes and beliefs.Improving your personality takes a lot of work and dedication. While it may take a lot of work, it can be worthwhile and fun because you are focusing your attention on improving relationships with others and yourself....cpd frm gstek.info....Postd by sourabh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8800693710011194503?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/moiLv7MZ1V4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8800693710011194503/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8800693710011194503" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8800693710011194503?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8800693710011194503?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~3/moiLv7MZ1V4/top-8-tips-to-improve-your.html" title="Top 8 Tips To Improve Your Personalityby" /><author><name>Amrit Hbk</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/112765648991311251974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/--RwmdJtw28o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFA/tKh_CpbEMvI/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-8-tips-to-improve-your.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQGRXc5cSp7ImA9WxRXFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-1879176038735752129</id><published>2008-10-21T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:42:04.929+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T14:42:04.929+05:30</app:edited><title>Personality Speaks its own Paralinguistic language ~</title><content type="html">~Someone has said, “Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.” It is the first and the foremost aspect that one encounters with when he or she meets u.“wow, he has got a uber-cool personality.”, “what a charming personality”, “hey .. hey… Take a look at his personality”.Whose ear doesn’t want to hear nice compliments? Someone rightly said, “ It is personality which captures your heart and personality is the beauty of your ways and lifestyle. ”Personality is cumulative charm of all your qualities including behavior and manners, looks and voice, attitude and aptitude over others.When it comes to attitude, we should be loving as it makes heart to heart connection.When it comes to aptitude, an individual self-concept is the core of his personality. It affects every aspect of human behavior: the ability to grow and change.When it comes to behavior and manners, all we need to do is to give respect to get it.When it comes to looks and voice, Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. We should be charming.Our body expression should convey confidence. We should be well-groomed. We should walk lithely.We should be smiling all the time. I mean, we should learn to smile with our eyes.Our voice should be soft and sweet.While in conversation, we should orient topic towards audience rather than ourselves.at last but not the least, I would say Variety and change are necessary. As we progress, our personality progress in kind.To sum up, I would like to share one of my quotes that is --Personality speaks its own paralinguistic language.&lt;br /&gt;Cpd from gstek.info postd by sourabhstar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-1879176038735752129?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/41-lZKqrufE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1879176038735752129/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=1879176038735752129" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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life he said"do u accept me now?...then the white rose realize how true his love was for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/rtmago.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-5373995433067342977?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/MZ8bhEBjTdA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5373995433067342977/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=5373995433067342977" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANSHk5cSp7ImA9WxRXFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-8061710585613754375</id><published>2008-10-19T15:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:03:19.729+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-19T15:03:19.729+05:30</app:edited><title>The boy and da apple....TREE !</title><content type="html">A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to&lt;br /&gt;come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop, ate the&lt;br /&gt;apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the&lt;br /&gt;tree loved to play with him. Time went by, the little boy had grown up&lt;br /&gt;and he no longer played around the tree every day.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Come and play with me", the tree asked the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more" the boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I want toys. I need money to buy them."&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and&lt;br /&gt;sell them. So, you will have money."&lt;br /&gt;The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left&lt;br /&gt;happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree&lt;br /&gt;was sad.&lt;br /&gt;One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.&lt;br /&gt;"Come and play with me" the tree said.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a&lt;br /&gt;house for shelter. Can you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches&lt;br /&gt;to build your house". So the man cut all the branches of the tree and&lt;br /&gt;left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never&lt;br /&gt;came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.&lt;br /&gt;One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;"Come and play with me!" the tree said.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give&lt;br /&gt;me a boat?" said the man.&lt;br /&gt;"Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy."&lt;br /&gt;So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and&lt;br /&gt;never showed up for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the man returned after many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I do&lt;br /&gt;not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you", the tree&lt;br /&gt;said.&lt;br /&gt;"No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite" the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;"No more trunk for you to climb on".&lt;br /&gt;"I am too old for that now" the man said.&lt;br /&gt;"I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying&lt;br /&gt;roots," the tree said with tears.&lt;br /&gt;"I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all&lt;br /&gt;these years," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit&lt;br /&gt;down with me and rest." The man sat down and the tree was glad and&lt;br /&gt;smiled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we&lt;br /&gt;were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad. When we grow up, we&lt;br /&gt;leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in&lt;br /&gt;trouble.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they&lt;br /&gt;could just to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us&lt;br /&gt;treat our parents. We take them for granted; we don't appreciate all&lt;br /&gt;they do for us, until it's too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8061710585613754375?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/2SzXBiH67oY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8061710585613754375/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8061710585613754375" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810723609433924662/posts/default/8061710585613754375?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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but a very short time and easy to memorize&lt;br /&gt;song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny how we can face the TV for hours yet we cannot face the Qibla&lt;br /&gt;for 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny isn't it...?"&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8149536759471364315?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/LiO0FiZa_WE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8149536759471364315/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8149536759471364315" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/25pqw5y.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wat ll u say ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2z4iixj.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitne pyare bache hai...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-6242655560089907003?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/qm0C5cwYw4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6242655560089907003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/2008/10/cutefoto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYDQXk_eCp7ImA9WxRXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-8367784144603253951</id><published>2008-10-18T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T16:22:50.740+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-18T16:22:50.740+05:30</app:edited><title>¤¤¤¤Kaaaaas¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤</title><content type="html">kaash ke mujh sey bhi kisiko pyar hota,kaash ke mere liye bhi kisika dil bekarar hota,kaash ke mujhe bhi koi apni yaadon mein laata,apne khwabon mein basata ,ankhon mein chupaata.kaash ke mujhse bhi kabhi koi izhaar karta ,kaash ke mere liye bhi koi bechaain hota,kaash ke mujhe bhi koi apne dil mein utarta ,apni sanson mein samata , meri duniya ko mehkaata.kaash ke mere bhi sapne kabhi sach hote,kaash ke mere bhi armaan pure hotekaash ke mujhe bhi kabhi mil jaata koi,dekhti use main harpal , rehti khoye khoye.zindagi pyar bina adhuri si hoti hai,ek saathi bina suni suni hoti hai,kaash ke mujhe bhi kisika saath mila hota,kaash ke mere zindagi me bhi kisi ka sath hota---------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-8367784144603253951?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/7koUw43A7ZI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8367784144603253951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810723609433924662&amp;postID=8367784144603253951" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MQ3Y6eyp7ImA9WxRXEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810723609433924662.post-2466511530377886910</id><published>2008-10-18T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:44:42.813+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-18T00:44:42.813+05:30</app:edited><title>this is wrttn by my frnd..</title><content type="html">All Because Of You&lt;br /&gt;"Im standing on the edge,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the breeze through my hair,&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought,My hopes were lost,&lt;br /&gt;I found someone,someone who cares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way,You smile,&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to find anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to live with you,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same way about me,&lt;br /&gt;I found the love thats true,&lt;br /&gt;All because of you,Im standing here,&lt;br /&gt;All because of you,Im born again,&lt;br /&gt;all because of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats life without you,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to live another day,&lt;br /&gt;Whats life if you're not here with me,&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here comes the lines,in the verse 2 of my song)&lt;br /&gt;Your love inside,&lt;br /&gt;is more than my life,&lt;br /&gt;You are the light,   &lt;br /&gt;that helps me fight,&lt;br /&gt;You protect my fire,&lt;br /&gt;Fill my desires,&lt;br /&gt;Your soul derives the way of life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to live with you,&lt;br /&gt;and tell me what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same way about me,&lt;br /&gt;I found the love thats true,&lt;br /&gt;All because of you,Im standing here,&lt;br /&gt;All because of you,Im born again,&lt;br /&gt;all because of you...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" &gt;"Sometimes in life, you find a special friend,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who changes your life just by being a part of it,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;Someone who makes you believe&lt;br /&gt;that there really is good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who convinces you that there really&lt;br /&gt;is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open".....just 4 u......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810723609433924662-324458917901793765?l=amritknowsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheMomentILearnToLiveLifeLifeChanges/~4/JPze2RHdRlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amritknowsu.blogspot.com/feeds/324458917901793765/comments/default" 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u,&lt;br /&gt;if you are busy will u make time 4 me too?&lt;br /&gt;I will take ur hand &amp;amp; comfort ur tears,&lt;br /&gt;will o hold me &amp;amp; soothe my fears?&lt;br /&gt;I will give u joy &amp;amp; many warm smiles,&lt;br /&gt;can we share that even across many miles?&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget what's important to u,&lt;br /&gt;will u remember what's important to me too?&lt;br /&gt;With u my most favourite things I'll share,&lt;br /&gt;If only I know do u truly care?&lt;br /&gt;If o can accept me as I do u,&lt;br /&gt;then I will know u r a friend most true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;hmmmmmmmmm........................&lt;br /&gt;this is my fvrte.........&lt;br /&gt;whenvr i feel lonelyyy na den i love 2 read dis&lt;br /&gt;this one is sent by my bestttttest frend............&lt;br /&gt;missssssuuuuuuuuuuuuuu 2 mch dearrrr&lt;br /&gt;n plz 4gve me 4 my bad attitude.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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