<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2025 06:45:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Humor</category><category>Inspiration and Motivation</category><category>Images</category><category>Persoanlity Test</category><category>Tips</category><category>Quotes</category><title>World of emails</title><description>Humor | Funny Images | Inspiring Quotes | Motivation Stories| Email Hoax</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-8339160204187586180</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T17:44:20.426-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>The gentle art of aging</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;A group of 40 year old mates discussed where they should meet for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the waitress&#39;s there had low cut blouses and were very young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later at 50 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the food there was very good and the wine selection was good also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later at 60 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they could eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant had a beautiful view of the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, at 70 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because the restaurant was wheel chair accessible and they even had an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later, at 80 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2010/02/gentle-art-of-aging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-2883409441325618514</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T19:35:39.891-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Weather forecast - the Australian way</title><description>It was April and the Aboriginals in a remote part of  Northern Australia  asked their new elder if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was an elder in a modern community he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn&#39;t tell what the winter was going to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the tribe should collect firewood to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a practical leader, after several days he had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;He walked out to the telephone booth on the highway, called the Bureau of Meteorology and asked, &#39;Is the coming winter in this area going to be cold?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;The meteorologist responded, &#39;It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the elder went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later he called the Bureau of Meteorology again. &#39;Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meteorologist again replied, &#39;Yes, it&#39;s going to be a very cold winter.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elder again went back to his community and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later the elder called the Bureau again. &#39;Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?&#39; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;Absolutely,&#39; the man replied. &#39;It&#39;s looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;How can you be so sure?&#39; the elder asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weatherman replied, &#39;Our satellites have reported that the Aboriginals in the north are collecting firewood like crazy, and that&#39;s always a sure sign.&#39;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-forecast-australian-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-4941281127074569356</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 08:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T01:54:03.178-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Never Argue with a Woman</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, &#39;Good morning, Ma&#39;am. What are you doing?&#39; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Reading a book,&#39; she replies, (thinking, &#39;Isn&#39;t that obvious?&#39;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;You&#39;re in a Restricted Fishing Area,&#39; he informs her.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;I&#39;m sorry, officer, but I&#39;m not fishing. I&#39;m reading&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I&#39;ll have to take you in and write you up.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;For reading a book,&#39; she replies,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;You&#39;re in a Restricted Fishing Area,&#39; he informs her again, &#39;I&#39;m sorry, officer, but I&#39;m not fishing. I&#39;m reading&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I&#39;ll have to take you in and write you up.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;If you do that, I&#39;ll have to charge you with sexual assault,&#39; says the woman.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;But I haven&#39;t even touched you,&#39; says the game warden.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;That&#39;s true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Have a nice day ma&#39;am,&#39; and he left.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It&#39;s likely she can also think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class=&#39;zemanta-pixie&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=67f99fa6-cd82-82b1-9aa5-bf993dca4b62&#39; class=&#39;zemanta-pixie-img&#39;/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-argue-with-woman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-6525610049963425759</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T18:33:00.570-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Hotel Bill</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;Next time you think your hotel bill is too high you might want to consider this...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A husband and wife are traveling by car from Brisbane to Melbourne.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After almost ten hours on the road, they&#39;re too tired to continue and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk; hands them a bill for $450.00.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it&#39;s a nice hotel; the rooms certainly aren&#39;t worth $450.00.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When the clerk tells him $450.00 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Manager appears, listens to the man, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available for the husband and wife to use.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;But we didn&#39;t use them,&#39; the man complains.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Well, they are here, and you could have,&#39; explains the Manager. He goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous. &#39;The best entertainers from New York , Hollywood , and Las Vegas perform here,&#39; the Manager says.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;But we didn&#39;t go to any of those shows, &#39;complains the man again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Well, we have them, and you could have,&#39; the Manager replies.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No matter what amenity the Manager mentions!  the man replies, &#39;But we didn&#39;t use it!&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Manager is unmoved, and eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and gives it to the Manager.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Manager is surprised when he looks at the cheque.  &#39;But sir,&#39; he says, &#39;this cheque is only made out for $50.00.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;That&#39;s correct,&#39; says the man. &#39;I charged you $400 for sleeping with my wife.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;But I didn&#39;t!&#39; exclaims the Manager.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Well, too bad,&#39; the man replies. &#39;She was here and you could have!&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class=&#39;zemanta-pixie&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=1d535075-54c6-482b-85c5-074a571b9acd&#39; class=&#39;zemanta-pixie-img&#39;/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel-bill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-901800213736067718</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T17:56:17.042-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>MEN ARE JUST HAPPIER PEOPLE</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;NICKNAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * If Laura, Kate  and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and   Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;    * If Mike, Dave  and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy,  Godzilla and Four-eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;EATING OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * When the bill  arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it&#39;s only for  $32.50.  None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually  admit they want change back.&lt;br /&gt;    * When the girls  get their bill, out come the pocket calculators. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A man will pay  $2 for a $1 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;    * A woman will pay  $1 for a $2 item that she  doesn&#39;t need but it&#39;s on  sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;BATHROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A man has six  items in his bathroom:  toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor,  a bar of soap , and a  towel&lt;br /&gt;    * The average  number of items in the typical woman&#39;s bathroom is 337.  A man would not  be able to identify more than 20 of these  items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ARGUMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A woman has the  last word in  any argument.&lt;br /&gt;    * Anything a man  says after that is the beginning of a new argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A woman worries  about the future until she gets a husband. &lt;br /&gt;    * A man never  worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A successful man  is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;br /&gt;    * A successful  woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A woman marries  a man expecting he will change, but he doesn&#39;t. &lt;br /&gt;    * A man marries a  woman expecting that she won&#39;t change, but she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DRESSING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * A woman will  dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone,  read a  book, and get the mail.&lt;br /&gt;    * A man will dress  up for weddings and  funerals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;NATURAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Men wake up as  good-looking as they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;    * Women somehow  deteriorate during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;OFFSPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Ah, children.   A woman knows all about her children.  She knows about   dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret  fears and hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;    * A man is vaguely  aware of some short people living in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;THOUGHT FOR THE  DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married man should forget his mistakes.  There&#39;s no use in two people remembering the same thing!</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-are-just-happier-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-6189266245487419230</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-30T17:28:57.701-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspiration and Motivation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Tips</category><title>HANDBOOK 2009</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Health:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Live with the 3 E&#39;s -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Read more books than you did in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk every day. And while you walk, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don&#39;t compare your life to others&#39;. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don&#39;t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the  positive present moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don&#39;t over do. Keep your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don&#39;t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don&#39;t waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Forget issues of the past. Don&#39;t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don&#39;t hate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won&#39;t spoil the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Smile and laugh more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. You don&#39;t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Society:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Call your family often.(Hi Mom!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Each day give something good to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 &amp;amp; under the age of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Your job won&#39;t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do the right thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn&#39;t useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. GOD heals everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Last but not the least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/handbook-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-6423470842061683907</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 02:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T18:13:11.132-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Appraisal vs Resignation</title><description>A newly-joined chemist asks his boss&#39; What is the meaning of appraisal ? &#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : &#39; Do you know the meaning of resignation ? &#39;&lt;br /&gt;Chemist : &#39; Yes, I do. &#39;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : &#39; So let me make you understand what an appraisal is by comparing it with resignation. &#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an appraisal meeting they will speak only about your weakness, errors and failures.&lt;br /&gt;In a resignation meeting they will speak only about your strengths, past achievements and success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an appraisal you may need to cry and beg for even a 5% pay hike.&lt;br /&gt;In a resignation meeting you can easily demand ( or get more without asking ) more than 50-60% pay-hike !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During an appraisal, they will deny promotion saying that you did not meet the expectation, you don&#39;t have leadership qualities, and that you had several drawbacks in reaching objective/goal.&lt;br /&gt;During resignation, they&#39;ll say you are the core member of the team; that you are the vision of the company, and so &#39; How can you go ? you have to take the project on your shoulders and lead your juniors to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a 90% chance of not getting any significant incentives after appraisal.&lt;br /&gt;There is a 90% chance of getting an immediate pay-hike after you put in your resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemist :&#39; Yes, boss, good enough. Now I know what to do. When you are about to do my appraisal, I will resign.&#39;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2009/01/appraisal-vs-resignation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-8274698253342371325</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T23:39:00.115-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspiration and Motivation</category><title>How to stay young</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Throw out non-essential numbers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This includes age, weight, and height.&lt;br/&gt;Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Keep only cheerful friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The grouches pull you down.&lt;br/&gt;(Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches!)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Keep learning:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever.&lt;br/&gt;Never let the brain get idle. &#39;An idle mind is the devil&#39;s workshop.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;And the devil&#39;s name is Alzheimer&#39;s!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Enjoy the simple things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with her/him !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;The tears happen:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Endure, grieve, and move on.&lt;br/&gt;The only person who is with us our entire life, is our self.&lt;br/&gt;LIVE while you are alive.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Surround yourself with what you love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Whether it&#39;s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.&lt;br/&gt;Your home is your refuge.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Cherish your health:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If it is good, preserve it.&lt;br/&gt;If it is unstable, improve it.&lt;br/&gt;If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t take guilt trips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take a trip to the mall, even to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Tell the people you love, that you love them&lt;/b&gt; - at every opportunity.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-stay-young.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-2636987061533651056</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T22:36:50.395-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspiration and Motivation</category><title>About LOVE</title><description>I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: &quot;You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and don&#39;t expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advise, but don&#39;t order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;&lt;br /&gt;but by the moments that take our breath away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-4154880429625194470</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T22:35:47.789-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Bravery</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A CEO throwing a party takes his executives on a tour of his opulent mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back of the property, the CEO has the largest swimming pool any of them has ever seen. The huge pool, however, is filled with hungry alligators. The CEO says to his executives &quot;I think an executive should be measured by courage. Courage is what made me CEO. So this is my challenge to each of you: if anyone has enough courage to dive into the pool, swim through those alligators, and make it to the other side, I will give that person anything they desire. My job, my money, my house, anything!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs at the outrageous offer and proceeds to follow the CEO on the tour of the estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, they hear a loud splash. Everyone turns around and sees the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) in the pool, swimming for his life. He dodges the alligators left and right and makes it to the edge of the pool with seconds to spare. He pulls himself out just as a huge alligator snaps at his shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flabbergasted CEO approaches the CFO and says, &quot;You are amazing. I&#39;ve never seen anything like it in my life. You are brave beyond measure and anything I own is yours. Tell me what I can do for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CFO, panting for breath, looks up and says, &quot;You can tell me who the hell pushed me in the pool!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/bravery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-1769909289068369611</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T22:29:03.429-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>An Engineer view</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;An electrical engineer, a chemical engineer, and a software engineer are riding in a car when the car stalls by the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electrical engineer says &quot;Let&#39;s strip down the wiring and try to trace where the fault might have occurred.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemical engineer says &quot; Maybe the fuel has become emulsified and is causing a blockage somewhere in the system.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The software engineer says &quot; Why don&#39;t we close all the windows , get out , get back in , open the windows , then try it again.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/engineer-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-6870302087570682428</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T22:28:11.461-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Smart Reply</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A Quality Analysis Engineer married a girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 24 months of tough life with her, finally the Engineer got angry and sent a note to his father-in-law stating that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;YOUR PRODUCT IS NOT MEETING MY REQUIREMENTS&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smart father-in-law replies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&#39;WARRANTY EXPIRED, MANUFACTURER NOT RESPONSIBLE&#39;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/smart-reply.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-4664009592247911122</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 05:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T21:58:14.619-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspiration and Motivation</category><title>Two Frogs</title><description>A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, &quot;Did you not hear us?&quot; The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story teaches two lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-frogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-735876733958867366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T21:05:55.768-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Before and After Marriage</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Before Marriage…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Do you want me to leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: HELL NO! Don’t even think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: Of course! Over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: HELL NO! Why are you even asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Will you kiss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: Every chance I get!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Will you cheat on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: Are you crazy! I’m not that kind of person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Can I trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;She: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;He: Darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage… simply read from bottom to top.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/before-and-after-marriage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-3738949150817698786</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T22:23:12.219-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Corporate Connotations</title><description>Commonly Used Phrases at the Office and... What they really mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.For your information, please. (FYI)&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : I don&#39;t know what to do with this, so please keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Noted and returned.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : I don&#39;t know what to do with this, so please keep it little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Review and comment.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Do the dirty work so that I can forward it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Action please.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Get yourself involved for me. Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;ll claim the credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.For your necessary action.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : It&#39;s your headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Copy to.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Here&#39;s a share of my headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.For your approval, please.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Put your neck on the chopping board for me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Action is being taken.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Your correspondence is lost and I am trying to locate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Your letter is receiving our attention.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : I am trying to figure out what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Please discuss.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : I don&#39;t know what the &quot;****&quot; this is, so please brief me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.For your immediate action.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Do it NOW! Or I will get into serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Please reply soon.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Please be efficient. It makes me look inefficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.We are investigating/processing your request with the relevant authorities.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : They are causing the delay, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Regards.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning : Thanks and bless you for reading all the bullshit.</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/corporate-connotations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-1589661682550409203</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T22:21:56.015-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Phone Bill</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;The phone bill was exceptionally high and the man of the house called a family meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: People, this is unacceptable. You have to limit the use of the phone. I do not use this phone, I use the one at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Same here, I hardly use this home telephone as I use my work telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: Me too, I never use the home phone. I always use my company mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid: So what is the problem? We all use our work telephones&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/phone-bill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-2827967349048216584</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T22:20:46.647-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>How to break Bad News</title><description>At dawn the telephone rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hello, Master Carlos? This is Arnaldo your country house caretaker&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ah yes, Mr. Arnaldo. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Um, I am just calling to advise you, sir, that your parrot died&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My parrot? Dead? The one that won the competition?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s the one.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Darn! That&#39;s such a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. Oh well...what did he die from?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;From eating rotten meat.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Rotten meat? Who was so mean as to give him meat?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Nobody. He ate the meat of one of the dead horses.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Dead horse? What dead horse Mr. Arnaldo?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why, those pure breed ones that you had, sir. They died from all that work pulling the water cart.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you insane? What water cart?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The one we used to put out the fire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The one at your house! A candle fell and then the curtain caught on fire.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What the...!!! But theres electricity at the house!!!! What was the candle for???&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;For the funeral.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL???!!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Your mother&#39;s! She showed up one night out of the blue and I thought she was a thief, so I shot her.&quot;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-break-bad-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-359683546186419052</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T21:47:22.962-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Images</category><title>Human Bomb</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3058012276_17e9bf978f_o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 260px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/3058012276_17e9bf978f_o.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/human-bomb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-3880032136076943794</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 08:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T00:09:01.335-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Computer Games</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;When I was managing an office, I instituted a rule that there would be no playing games on our computers. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I wouldn&#39;t be a hypocrite, I had a computer specialist get rid of the games on my laptop along with all the others in the office. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Therefore, I was surprised to find my grandson playing Solitaire on it one weekend. I asked if he had loaded the game.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;No,&quot; he answered, &quot;it was already there. It was just hidden - taken off the Main Menu.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On Monday, I chided the computer specialist for not getting rid of the game.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;But,&quot; he explained, &quot;I thought I just had to keep it away from &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; - not from a nine year-old.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/computer-games.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-7577422025166821895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 08:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-24T00:07:00.804-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Blonde at School</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;tahoma&#39;&gt;A girl came skipping home from school one day. &quot;Mommy, Mommy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were counting today, and all the other kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,7, 8, 9, 10!&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, Mommy?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Yes, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde,&quot; her mother replied.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day, the girl came skipping home from school. &quot;Mommy, Mommy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, B, C, D, E, F, G!&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, Mommy?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Yes, pumpkin, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day the girl came skipping home from school. &quot;Mommy, Mommy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the other girls had flat chests, but I have these!&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And she lifted her tank top to reveal a pair of 36Cs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Very good,&quot; said her embarrassed mother.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, mommy?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;No, it&#39;s because you&#39;re 25.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/blonde-at-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-8777260671691608718</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T23:50:00.566-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Blondie buy TV</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;georgia&#39;&gt;A blonde went to eletronic store and she asked, &quot;How is much is this TV?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The salesman said, &quot;Sorry, we don&#39;t sell to blondes.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day she came back as a brunette. She asked the salesman how much the TV was. &lt;br/&gt;He said, &quot;Sorry, we don&#39;t sell to blondes.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next day she came back as a red head and asked the salesman how much the TV was. &lt;br/&gt;He said, &quot;Sorry we don&#39;t sell to blondes.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She replied, &quot; I came in here as a brunette and a red head. How do you know I am a blonde?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&quot;Because that is not a TV, it&#39;s a microwave.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/blondie-buy-tv.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-3508109478062273685</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T23:48:00.751-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Lawyer</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;verdana&#39;&gt;One afternoon a wealthy lawyer was riding in  his limousine when he saw two men along the roadside eating  grass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Disturbed, he ordered his driver to stop and he got out  to investigate.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He asked one man &#39;Why are you eating  grass?&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;We don&#39;t have any money for food,&#39; the poor  man replied. &#39;We have to eat grass.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Well,  then, you can come with me to my house and I&#39;ll feed you&#39;, the  lawyer said.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;But sir, I have a wife and two children  with me. They are over there, under that tree&#39;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Bring them along,&#39; the lawyer replied.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Turning to the other  poor man he stated, &#39;You come with us also.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The  second man, in a pitiful voice then said, &#39;But sir, I also have a  wife and SIX children with me!&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&#39;Bring them all, as well,&#39; the  lawyer answered.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They all entered the car, which was no easy  task, even for a car as large as the limousine was. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Once  underway, one of the poor fellows turned to the lawyer and  said, &#39;Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us  with you.&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The lawyer replied, &#39;Glad to do it. You&#39;ll  really love my place; the grass is almost 1 metre high!&#39;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/lawyer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-8136846473129563854</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T23:18:01.021-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>The priest and the bus driver</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;tahoma&#39;&gt;A priest and a bus driver both died and went to heaven at the same time. They get to the pearly gates where St. Peter greets them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He motions to the priest, and they both hop in a jeep and go out the back door. There are about 50 acres of rolling hills with a little cottage on the knoll. St. Peter turns to the priest and says &quot;This will be yours for eternity. A perfect little cottage, right next to a wishing well. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anything you wish on that wishing well will come true guaranteed.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The priest says, &quot;Oh, thank you so much. This I shall enjoy!&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;St. Peter drops off the priest, goes back to the pearly gates and motions to the bus driver. They hop in a stretch limo and go out the front door. There are about 500 acres of land, with mountains and lakes and rivers. There is a huge castle on one of the mountains with about 200 rooms. St. Peter says &quot;This will be yours for eternity. You can live in that castle with servants to wait on you hand and foot, and you can have everything you want.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The bus driver looks and St. Peter and says &quot;Well, now, don&#39;t think I&#39;m not grateful, but shouldn&#39;t the priest get all this, not me? Shouldn&#39;t I get the cottage and 50 acres instead?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;St. Peter just laughs and says &quot;The reason you get all this is because when the priest preached, everyone fell asleep. Now, when you drove your bus, people prayed!&quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/priest-and-bus-driver.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-1400353534385014525</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-23T23:17:00.722-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Ghost&amp;#39;s Talk</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;Two ghosts met and both chat about how they died.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st ghost : How u died?&lt;br/&gt;2nd ghost : I died of cold.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st ghost : How does it feel when you&#39;re dying in cold?&lt;br/&gt;2nd ghost : Actually, I was accidentally locked in the refrigerator.&lt;br/&gt;Initially, I was shivering, then my whole body started to freeze, later I felt the whole world was dark and I died suffocating.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st ghost : Wow what a horrible way to die....&lt;br/&gt;2nd ghost : How about you? How u die?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st ghost : I died from heart attack.&lt;br/&gt;2nd ghost : I see, why did u have a heart attack?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1st ghost : Actually, I found out that my wife is having an affair with another man.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day, when I came back from work, saw a pair of man shoes outside my house. Then, I realized that the guy was in my house with my wife. When I rushed into the bedroom, my wife was alone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I must find where that bastard is hiding. So I searched the toilet, I ran downstairs, looked in the storeroom, but the bastard was not there. So, I ran upstairs and searched the wardrobe, but I found nothing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because of all that running, I got a heart attack and died.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;2nd ghost : Why you never look for the bastard in the fridge? The bastard was hiding there. We both might be alive now!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1713356704468409906.post-4953819456815073550</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T19:40:00.695-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Effective Communication</title><description>&lt;div xmlns=&#39;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&#39;&gt;&lt;font face=&#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;&gt;Jack and Max are walking from religious service. Jack wonders whether it would be all right to smoke while praying.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Max replies, &quot;Why don&#39;t you ask the Priest?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So Jack goes up to the Priest and asks, &quot;Priest, may I smoke while I pray?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But the Priest says,” No, my son, you may not. That&#39;s utter disrespect to our religion.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jack goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Priest told him.&lt;br/&gt;Max says, &quot;I&#39;m not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;And so Max goes up to the Priest and asks, &quot;Priest, may I pray while I smoke?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;To which the Priest eagerly replies, &quot;By all means, my son. By all means.&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moral: The reply you get depends on the question you ask.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For Example: Can I work on this project while I&#39;m on vacation?!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://worldofemails.blogspot.com/2008/10/effective-communication.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sani)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>