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It is up to you to decide if its even worth a glance.</description><link>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>947</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/XmyscreamsofsilenceX" /><feedburner:info uri="xmyscreamsofsilencex" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>This is where I write whatever I want. It is up to you to decide if its even worth a glance.</itunes:subtitle><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-8364646503562757227</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-26T17:13:11.520+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heavier Music</category><title>Cerebral Effusion (Spain)</title><description>Band: Cerebral Effusion&lt;br /&gt;MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cerebraleffusion"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/cerebraleffusion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 192px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/bjg30p.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio: (Source - &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/bbWLyy"&gt;http://bit.ly/bbWLyy&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEREBRAL EFFUSION is one of the pioneering brutal death bands coming from the Basque Country. The band took form at summer from 97 when four guys gathered and start proposing their sick and brutal work. They quickly started composing and working on the debut of this novel band on the underground scene. One year later, in October 98, Cerebral Effusion produced and self edited the MCD “Immortal Cemetery”, 1000 copies were printed. Immortal Cemetery contained five brutal death tracks that had a great response on the scene, selling practically all the printed copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This work didn't go unnoticed and the band started playing shows intensively, making themselves known in the most extreme outlook inside national and international brutal death. In 2000, when all looked to go well, the band had some serious line up problems. For a long time the band worked as a three piece, without any of the original guitar players, but Cerebral Effusion kept on with it's proposal and live shows didn't stop. In June of 2001 a new guitar player joined the band, getting more live consistency. With the band again as a four piece, Cerebral Effusion worked until 2002 to record their first full length. Once the recording was finished the band made a deal with the US label UNMATCHED BRUTALITY, releasing in May 2003 the album entitled “Violence in Motion”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Violence in Motion” contained nine tracks of violent brutal death, including “Human Butchery” from their previous release. With this sick album, the band consolidated itself into the international brutal death scene. 2003 was a really good year for the band, first 1000 copies were sold out and the label printed another 1000 copies in 2004. Meanwhile, the band kept playing live and composing new material, more intense and compact than ever. In July 2004 Cerebral Effusion entered the studio again to record “Smashed and Splattered Organs”, their most brutal album 'till date. After analyzing some offers the band signed with the US label GOREGIASTIC RECORDS to release in 2005 this new release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last years Cerebral Effusion has continued spreading it's personal dose of visceral violence along different countries like Spain, Germany, Russia, Portugal, England, Italy... working hard against line up changes, getting more brutal and consolidating themselves as one of the most veteran bands in the international scene. After some years and with the line up more solid than ever, the band has ready the new work entitled “Impulsive Psychopathic Acts”, that has been recorded and produced by Cerebral Effusion and mastered by Jörg at Soundlodge Studios (Sinister, Despondency, God Dethroned...). It will be released in April 2010 by COMATOSE MUSIC. This will be definitely the most extreme album from the band that will invade and psychopathize your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cerebraleffusion" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2dvvm6a.gif" alt="tinypic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ds_LAphunag&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ds_LAphunag&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-8364646503562757227?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/_p5y5cA7wuU/cerebral-effusion-spain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://i39.tinypic.com/bjg30p_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/Sa6IpVTc898/ds_LAphunag&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" fileSize="999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Band: Cerebral Effusion MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/cerebraleffusion Bio: (Source - http://bit.ly/bbWLyy) CEREBRAL EFFUSION is one of the pioneering brutal death bands coming from the Basque Country. The band took form at summer from 97 when four guys</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Band: Cerebral Effusion MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/cerebraleffusion Bio: (Source - http://bit.ly/bbWLyy) CEREBRAL EFFUSION is one of the pioneering brutal death bands coming from the Basque Country. The band took form at summer from 97 when four guys gathered and start proposing their sick and brutal work. They quickly started composing and working on the debut of this novel band on the underground scene. One year later, in October 98, Cerebral Effusion produced and self edited the MCD “Immortal Cemetery”, 1000 copies were printed. Immortal Cemetery contained five brutal death tracks that had a great response on the scene, selling practically all the printed copies. This work didn't go unnoticed and the band started playing shows intensively, making themselves known in the most extreme outlook inside national and international brutal death. In 2000, when all looked to go well, the band had some serious line up problems. For a long time the band worked as a three piece, without any of the original guitar players, but Cerebral Effusion kept on with it's proposal and live shows didn't stop. In June of 2001 a new guitar player joined the band, getting more live consistency. With the band again as a four piece, Cerebral Effusion worked until 2002 to record their first full length. Once the recording was finished the band made a deal with the US label UNMATCHED BRUTALITY, releasing in May 2003 the album entitled “Violence in Motion”. “Violence in Motion” contained nine tracks of violent brutal death, including “Human Butchery” from their previous release. With this sick album, the band consolidated itself into the international brutal death scene. 2003 was a really good year for the band, first 1000 copies were sold out and the label printed another 1000 copies in 2004. Meanwhile, the band kept playing live and composing new material, more intense and compact than ever. In July 2004 Cerebral Effusion entered the studio again to record “Smashed and Splattered Organs”, their most brutal album 'till date. After analyzing some offers the band signed with the US label GOREGIASTIC RECORDS to release in 2005 this new release. During the last years Cerebral Effusion has continued spreading it's personal dose of visceral violence along different countries like Spain, Germany, Russia, Portugal, England, Italy... working hard against line up changes, getting more brutal and consolidating themselves as one of the most veteran bands in the international scene. After some years and with the line up more solid than ever, the band has ready the new work entitled “Impulsive Psychopathic Acts”, that has been recorded and produced by Cerebral Effusion and mastered by Jörg at Soundlodge Studios (Sinister, Despondency, God Dethroned...). It will be released in April 2010 by COMATOSE MUSIC. 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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car, Condo, Credit Card, Cash and Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of the 5B's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Billionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bungalow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and addition with the 5K's ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasu (scared of losing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasi (scared of dying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiabor (scared of wife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiaboh (scared of having nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiachenghu (scared of government)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been reading about the 5C's! and 5K's for Singaporeans, now&lt;br /&gt;comes the 5 Numerals and Malaysia 's equivalent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's 'practice' for Simple Living : 12345&lt;br /&gt;1 - One Wife (If more than one, LKY will consign you out of Singapore anyway )&lt;br /&gt;2 - Two Children&lt;br /&gt;3 - Three Bedroom Condo&lt;br /&gt;4 - Four Wheels&lt;br /&gt;5 - Five Figure Salary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's Melayu 'theory' to Simple Living: 54321 must be opposite to Singapore's theory ma&lt;br /&gt;5 - Five Children&lt;br /&gt;4 - Four Wives&lt;br /&gt;3 - Three Figure Salary&lt;br /&gt;2 - Two Wheels&lt;br /&gt;1 - One low-cost Govt. flat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-3466322668080073692?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/hY42pezli4M/bs-and-cs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/bs-and-cs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-2852413563812812818</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T03:50:12.382+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comedy Related</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><title>Jokes &amp; Quote‏s</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is not when your girlfriend leaves you, it's only when you leave her a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension is when wife is pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;Terror is when girlfriend is pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;Horror is when both are pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy is when you are not responsible for both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Whale ejaculates over 40 gallons of sperm when mating. Only 10% enters the female. And you always wondered why the sea tasted salty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that a girl looks down when you say I love you?&lt;br /&gt;To see if you really mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is sex similar to shaving?&lt;br /&gt;Well, because no matter how well you do it today, tomorrow you have to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wives are funny creatures. They don't have sex withtheir husbands for weeks and then they want to kill the woman who does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: My hubby &amp; I have what he calls olympic- sex.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Wow, must be a terrific sex life?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Not really. It only happens once in 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stock markets now are like an old man's dick?&lt;br /&gt;Just refusing to rise, and the irony is that everyone is still getting f*cked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Breast Awareness Week. Spread the slogan "We stare because we care!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest part of a man's body is his balls. The Lord Almighty sentenced them to "Hang Till Death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud scream comes from the bedroom and the husband runs in. He sees a guy leaping out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;Wife yells: That guy just screwed me twice!&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Twice. Why didn't you call me in after hescrewed you once?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Because I thought it was you, until he started the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between a chicken and a baby?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken is the result of a sitting hen while the baby is the result of a standing cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a bomb bursts in a bra, what would you get?&lt;br /&gt;Tit-Bits.&lt;br /&gt;And if it bursts in a man's underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Banana split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between a bomb &amp; a condom?&lt;br /&gt;In a bomb blast, population decreases &amp; if a condomblasts, population increases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-2852413563812812818?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/4bz1JqTpQ7c/jokes-quotes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/jokes-quotes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-4723321016955757921</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T03:49:03.941+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>Kelebihan Bismillah‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amalkan ia nya selalu ........ cuma kita saja yg mengetahui kelebihan2 itu ........ InsyaAllah .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKLUMAT INI DARI USTAZ HARUN DIN, BELIAU BACAKAN ARTIKEL TTG FAKTA BAHAWA PLANET MARIKH ( PLANET TERDEKAT DGN BUMI ) TELAH MENGALAMI PUSINGAN TERBALIK PADA BULAN SEPTEMBER LEPAS. INI MENUNJUKKAN BAHAWA PLANET YANG BERHAMPIRAN DENGAN PLANET MARIKH JUGA AKAN MENGALAMI KEJADIAN YANG SAMA.. MAKA AKAN TERJADILAH KEJADIAN MATAHARI AKAN TIMBUL DARI ARAH BARAT YANG JUGA MERUPAKAN TANDA-TANDA BESAR KIAMAT ..  PADA MASA ITU JUGALAH PINTU TAUBAT AKAN DITUTUP... KATA PARA ASTRONOMI PLANET, BUMI HANYA TUNGGU MASA  SAJA. MAKLUMAT INI TIDAK DIDEDAHKAN SECARA MELUAS DAN TELAH DIHENTIKAN PENYEBARANNYA OLEH NASA KERANA IA MENGUNTUNGKAN UMAT ISLAM. AMBILLAH PERANAN...[istighfaar jom..] wallahu a'lam  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabda Baginda Rasulullah s.a.w yang bermaksud... ..&lt;br /&gt;" siapa yang bersolat ketika matahari hendak terbenam  ....&lt;br /&gt;maka sebenarnya dia sedang bersolat di antara 2 tanduk iblis "  &lt;br /&gt;Dari itu jangan lah kita suka melewat2kan lima waktu kita ....... dan sesiapa yg belum melakukannya,&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah lakukan dgn segera sebelum kita di kakukan da ia nya di lakukan oleh orang2 lain untk kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukjizat di sebalik BISMILLAH  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISMILLAH adalah sebutan/nama singkat dari lafaz ' BISMILLAHIR ROHMAANIR ROHIIM '  &lt;br /&gt;yang bermaksud ' Dengan nama ALLAH Yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang. '  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KELEBIHAN-KELEBIHAN BISMILLAH  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yang pertama ditulis Qalam adalah BISMILLAH. Maka apabila kamu menulis sesuatu,  &lt;br /&gt;maka tulislah BISMILLAH pada awalnya kerana BISMILLAH tertulis pada setiap wahyu  &lt;br /&gt;yang Allah turunkan kepada Jibrail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'BISMILLAH untukmu dan rumahmu, suruhlah mereka apabila memohon sesuatu dengan BISMILLAH.  Aku tidak akan meninggalkannya sekejap mata pun sejak BISMILLAH diturunkan kepada Adam. (Hadith Qudsi)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tatkala BISMILLAH diturunkan ke dunia, maka semua awan berlari ke arah barat, angin terdiam, air laut bergelora, mendengarkan seluruh binatang dan terlempar semua syaitan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Demi Allah dan keagunganNya, tidaklah BISMILLAH itu dibacakan pada orang sakit melainkan menjadi ubat untuknya dan tidaklah BISMILLAH dibacakan di atas sesuatu melainkan Allah beri berkat ke atasnya.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Barangsiapa yang ingin hidup bahagia dan mati syahid, maka bacalah BISMILLAH setiap kali memulakan sesuatu perkara yang baik.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jumlah huruf dalam BSMILLAH ada 19 huruf dan malaikat penjaga neraka ada 19  &lt;br /&gt;( QS.AL  Muddatsir:30) .Ibnu Mas ' ud berkata: ' Sesiapa yang ingin Allah selamatkan dari 19 malaikat neraka  maka bacalah BISMILLAH 19 kali setiap hari. '  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tiap huruf BISMILLAH ada JUNNAH (penjaga/khadam) hingga tiap huruf berkata, ' Siapa yang membaca BISMILLAH maka kamilah kekuatannya dan kamilah kehebatannya. '  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Barangsiapa yang memuliakan tulisan BISMILLAH nescaya Allah akan mengangkat namanya di syurga yang sangat tinggi dan diampunkan segala dosa kedua orang tuanya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH maka akan bertasbihlah segala gunung kepadanya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH sebanyak 21 kali ketika hendak tidur, maka akan terpelihara dari gangguan syaitan, kecurian dan kebakaran, maut mendadak dan bala.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Barangsiapa yang membaca BISMILLAH sebanyak 50 kali di hadapan orang yang zalim, hinalah dan masuk ketakutan dalam hati si zalim serta naiklah keberanian dan kehebatan kepada si pembaca.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda ada dua pilihan sama ada:    &lt;br /&gt;1. Biarkan dalam inbox anda tanpa bermanfaat utk org lain..  &lt;br /&gt;2.. Anda sebarkan @ forwardkan pada semua kenalan anda. sabda Rasulluah, ' siapa&lt;br /&gt;yang menyampaikan satu ilmu dan orang yang mengamalkannya maka dia akan&lt;br /&gt;beroleh pahala walaupun sudah tiada.... '    &lt;br /&gt;Wassalaammu'alaikum W W&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-4723321016955757921?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/dMH8kH6Y8a4/kelebihan-bismillah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/kelebihan-bismillah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-4360485288124102174</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T03:29:04.017+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mindfucking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><title>Lateral Thinking Vs Logical Thinking‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought Provoking Story&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful daughter. So he proposed a bargain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the proposal. So the cunning money-lender suggested that they let providence decide the&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;matter. He told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty money bag. Then the girl would have to pick one pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1) If she picked the black pebble, she would become his wife and her father's debt would be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the farmer's field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick a pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the money-lender as a cheat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking. The girl's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if she chooses the above logical answers&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What would you recommend to the Girl to do? Well, here is what she did ....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked." Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the money-lender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an extremely advantageous one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most complex problems do have a solution. It is only that we don't attempt to think. Start your day with this thought provoking story and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DON’T WORK HARD......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                    "WORK SMART"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-4360485288124102174?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/_D8_3G-GjXc/lateral-thinking-vs-logical-thinking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/lateral-thinking-vs-logical-thinking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-6730228523566611955</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-03T00:18:38.410+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lighter Music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heavier Music</category><title>Soilwork - 20 More Miles</title><description>Band: Soilwork&lt;br /&gt;Website: &lt;a href="http://www.soilwork.org"&gt;http://www.soilwork.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/soilwork"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/soilwork&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 472px; height: 289px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/opogmx.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxDhuCIqzb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lxDhuCIqzb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here lies the quest&lt;br /&gt;Right upon you&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Now, whether you like it or not&lt;br /&gt;You better deal with it once again&lt;br /&gt;This time it's essential&lt;br /&gt;This time it's for real&lt;br /&gt;In life there's just questions&lt;br /&gt;Successively wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;A gradual restraint of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my feelings show, don't know where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't give you the right to use me...&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm better than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emptiness fills the holes of your predictable questions...&lt;br /&gt;So give me no lectures, don't you sell me your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;20 more miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting drained&lt;br /&gt;I can't redeem myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still can figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting sane&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't reveal myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still could figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go through this with nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to salvage a possible fall&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my conscience to guide me&lt;br /&gt;It concerns me enough to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my feelings show, don't know where I'm at&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't give you the right to use me...&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm better than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emptiness fills the holes of your predictable questions...&lt;br /&gt;So give me no lectures, don't you sell me your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;20 more miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting drained&lt;br /&gt;I can't redeem myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still can figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting sane&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't reveal myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still could figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting drained&lt;br /&gt;I can't redeem myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still can figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 miles in the rain&lt;br /&gt;20 more getting sane&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't reveal myself&lt;br /&gt;But I still could figure it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-6730228523566611955?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/VJM3w-BQzbM/soilwork-20-more-miles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><media:thumbnail url="http://i44.tinypic.com/opogmx_th.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/SAlk-H5oTZ4/lxDhuCIqzb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" fileSize="1049" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Band: Soilwork Website: http://www.soilwork.org MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/soilwork Video: Lyrics: Here lies the quest Right upon you It's time to make a stand Now, whether you like it or not You better deal with it once again This time it's essentia</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Band: Soilwork Website: http://www.soilwork.org MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/soilwork Video: Lyrics: Here lies the quest Right upon you It's time to make a stand Now, whether you like it or not You better deal with it once again This time it's essential This time it's for real In life there's just questions Successively wasting your time A gradual restraint of the mind I let my feelings show, don't know where I'm at It doesn't give you the right to use me... I know I'm better than that... My emptiness fills the holes of your predictable questions... So give me no lectures, don't you sell me your kind [Chorus:] 20 more miles in the rain 20 more getting drained I can't redeem myself But I still can figure it out 20 miles in the rain 20 more getting sane I shouldn't reveal myself But I still could figure it out Don't let me go through this with nothing Nothing to salvage a possible fall Though I still have my conscience to guide me It concerns me enough to believe I let my feelings show, don't know where I'm at It doesn't give you the right to use me... I know I'm better than that... My emptiness fills the holes of your predictable questions... So give me no lectures, don't you sell me your kind [Chorus:] 20 more miles in the rain 20 more getting drained I can't redeem myself But I still can figure it out 20 miles in the rain 20 more getting sane I shouldn't reveal myself But I still could figure it out [Solo] 20 more miles in the rain 20 more getting drained I can't redeem myself But I still can figure it out 20 miles in the rain 20 more getting sane I shouldn't reveal myself But I still could figure it out</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Lighter Music, Heavier Music</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/04/soilwork-20-more-miles.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/SAlk-H5oTZ4/lxDhuCIqzb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" length="1049" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.youtube.com/v/lxDhuCIqzb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-7561866296110800923</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T23:15:52.218+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spam Mail</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><title>Kalau Malas Ketawa...Senyum Pun Jadi Lah....‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 1&lt;br /&gt;Suami : Kenapa Sayang menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Isteri: Saya telah baca sebuah buku. Sad endinglah bang..&lt;br /&gt;Suami : Buku apa?&lt;br /&gt;Isteri: Buku bank abanglah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 2&lt;br /&gt;Aderla sorang lelaki datang ke sebuah rumah untuk meminta derma. Derma untuk rumah orang-orang tua. Seorang budak pun membuka pintu .&lt;br /&gt;budak : derma ape bang?&lt;br /&gt;lelaki : derma untuk rumah orang-orang tua. Adik ada apa-apa untuk didermakan?&lt;br /&gt;budak : Nanti jap. Saya ambilkan atuk saya.&lt;br /&gt;lelaki : ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 3&lt;br /&gt;Seorang Tok Batin baru membeli motorsikal Honda dan kebetulan pada jalan pulang terserempak dengan kawanya yang ingin menumpang, lalu ditumpangkan kawanya itu. Dalam perjalanan kawannya merasakan Tok Batin hanya mengunakan gear 1 sahaja lalu bertanyalah kawanya itu,&lt;br /&gt;Kawan Tok Batin : Kenapak kamu hanya pakai gear 1 sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;Tok Batin : Kalau rosak 1 gear ada 2 lagi gear.&lt;br /&gt;Kawan Tok Batin : ????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 4&lt;br /&gt;Seorang posmen yang datang menghantar surat ..&lt;br /&gt;' Assalamualaikum '&lt;br /&gt;' Walaikumsalam '&lt;br /&gt;' Ni rumah encik Sameon ye?&lt;br /&gt;' Ya saya'&lt;br /&gt;' Poning kepala saya mencari alamat rumah encik ni '&lt;br /&gt;' Buat susah aje encik nie! Apsal tak pos aje?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 5&lt;br /&gt;Tunang Farid, Siti, menelefonnya untuk memutuskan pertunangan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Farid : Mengapa?&lt;br /&gt;Siti : Saya dah bosan ngan awak. saya dah ada teman baru. Sebelum tu awak mesti kembalikan semua gambar saya.&lt;br /&gt;Farid : Ok. Tapi saya tak ingatlah yang mana satu gambar awak, Nanti awak pilihlah sendiri. Yang selebihnya kembalikan kepada saya.&lt;br /&gt;Siti : Erkkkkkk.... .... Benci .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci ter 6&lt;br /&gt;3 org menaiki motor dan ditahan polis trafik. Namun pemandu motor tersebut tidak berhenti. Katanya, 'Tak Muat Dah Tok, Kami dah bertiga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citer 7&lt;br /&gt;Orang Asli Dan Polis&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : selamat pagi tuan&lt;br /&gt;polis : selamat pagi&lt;br /&gt;polis : apa hal&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : saya nak buat repot tuan!&lt;br /&gt;polis : fasal apa tu?&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : kawan saya di baham harimau&lt;br /&gt;polis : pukul berapa&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : dia tak pukul, terkam&lt;br /&gt;polis : habis?&lt;br /&gt;orang asli : tak habis, tinggal kepala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisah 8&lt;br /&gt;Seorang lelaki pergi ke klinik mata . Setelah matanya diperiksa, dia bertanya: ' Doktor, lepas pakai cermin mata nanti, boleh ke saya membaca macam orang l ain ?' 'Dah tentu, ' jawab doktor. 'Oh, gembiranya. Dah lama saya buta huruf, akhirnya boleh juga saya membaca,' kata lelaki itu dengan riang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisah 9&lt;br /&gt;Sebaik sahaja mengambil tempat duduk di ruang menunggu sebuah klinik, Shan terpandang Amin sedang menangis teresak-esak. Dia segera mendekati Amin.&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Kenapa menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Saya datang untuk ujian darah.&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Awak takut ke?&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Bukan itu sebabnya. Semasa ujian darah dijalankan, mereka telah terpotong jari saya.&lt;br /&gt;(Mendengarkan penjelasan Amin, Shan menangis.)&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Eh, kenapa pula awak menangis?&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Saya datang untuk ujian air kencing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisah 10&lt;br /&gt;Seorang atok membawa cucunya ke pejabat pos untuk menghantar surat ..&lt;br /&gt;Cucunya bertanya bila melihat atoknya memasukkan surat ke dalam tong berwarna merah.&lt;br /&gt;'Atok buat apa tu?'.&lt;br /&gt;'Atok bagi surat kat kawan atok,cu!' jawap atoknya.&lt;br /&gt;Cucunya bertanya lagi, 'Apa bangang sangat kawan atok duduk dalam tong merah tu ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisah 11&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pegawai polis masuk ke bilik mayat sebuah hospital untuk menyiasat punca kematian tiga lelaki sekaligus. Selepas memeriksa mayat-mayat itu, dia bertanya kepada penjaga bilik berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;Polis : Mengapa ketiga-tiga mayat tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;Penjaga : Lelaki pertama sedang bersanding, apabila tiba2 diserang strok.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki kedua pula khabarnya menang loteri dan mati serangan sakit jantung manakala yg ketiga disambar petir.&lt;br /&gt;Polis : Hah! Kenapa disambar petir pun tersenyum?&lt;br /&gt;Penjaga : Masa tu dia ingat orang sedang ambil gambarnya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-7561866296110800923?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/CkmacEJC72E/kalau-malas-ketawasenyum-pun-jadi-lah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/kalau-malas-ketawasenyum-pun-jadi-lah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-2728896170690120472</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T22:24:05.471+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inspirations</category><title>Saying I Love You When You Have The Chance</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; DATE WITH                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A WOMAN                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; After 21 years of Marriage, my                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Wife wanted me to take another Woman out to Dinner and a                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Movie.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She said I                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Love You but I know this other Woman loves you and would                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Love to spend some Time with You.                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The other                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Woman that my Wife wanted me to visit was my                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; MOTHER,                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; who has been                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; a Widow for 19 years,                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; but the                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; demands of my Work and my three Children had made it                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; possible to visit her only occasionally.                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; That night I                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; called to Invite her to go out for Dinner and a                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Movie.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'What's                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; wrong, are you well,' she                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; asked?                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Mother is                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; the type of Woman who suspects that                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; a Late                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Night Call or a Surprise Invitation is a sign of Bad                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; News.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'I                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; thought that it would be pleasant to be with                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; you,' I responded.                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Just                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; the two of us.'                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She thought                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; about it for a moment, and then said,                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'I                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; would like that very much.'                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; That Friday                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nervous.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; When I                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; arrived at her House, I noticed that she too                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  seemed to be Nervous about our Date.                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She waited                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the Door with her Coat on.                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She had                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Curled her Hair and was wearing the Dress that she had worn              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; to Celebrate her last Wedding Anniversary.                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She smiled                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; from a face that was as Radiant as an                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Angel's.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'I                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; told my Friends that I was going to go out with My Son, and              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; they were impressed, '                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She said, as                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; she got into the Car.                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'They                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; can't wait to hear about our                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; meeting'.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; We went to a                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Restaurant that, although not Elegant, was very Nice and                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cozy.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; My Mother                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; took my Arm as if She were the First Lady.                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; After we sat                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; down, I had to read the Menu. Large Print.                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Half way                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; there staring at me.                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A Nostalgic                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Smile was on her Lips..                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'It                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; was I who used to have to Read the Menu when you were                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Small,'                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  said.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Then                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; it's Time that you Relax and let me Return the                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Favor,'                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; responded.                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; During the                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Dinner, we had an Agreeable Conversation, nothing                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Extra-ordinary,                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; but catching                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; up on recent Events of each others Life.                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; We talked so                                                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt; much that we missed the Movie.                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; As we                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; arrived at her House later,                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She said,                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'I'll                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; go out with                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  you again, but only if you let me invite you.'                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; agreed.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'How                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; was your Dinner Date?' asked My Wife when                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I got Home.                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Very                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nice. Much more so than I could have                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Imagined,' I answered.                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; A few days                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; later, my Mother died of a Massive Heart                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Attack.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; It happened                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; so suddenly that I didn't have Time to do anything for                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; her.                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Some time later, I received an Envelope                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; with a Copy of a Restaurant Receipt                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; from the                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; same place Mother and I had dined.                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; An Attached                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Note Said:                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'I                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; paid this Bill in Advance.                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; wasn't sure that I could be there;                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; But                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; nevertheless, I paid for Two Plates                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; â€“                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; One                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  for You and the Other for Your Wife.                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; You                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; will never know what that Night meant for                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Me.                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; I                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Love You,                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; My                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Son.'                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; At that                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; moment, I understood the Importance of saying in                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Time:'I                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; LOVE YOU!'                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; and to give our Loved Ones the Time that they                            &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Deserve.                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nothing in                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Life is more important than God and your                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Family.                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Give them                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; the Time they Deserve,                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; because these Things cannot be Put Off till                              &lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'Some                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Other                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  Time.'                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pass This                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Along To Everyone                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; With An                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Aging                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Parent,                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; To A                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Child,                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; To An                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Adult,                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&gt; To Anyone                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&gt; With A Parent,                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt;                                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; And Most Importantly,                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&gt; To Someone You                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Truly Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-2728896170690120472?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/En3h77W7WGo/saying-i-love-you-when-you-have-chance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/saying-i-love-you-when-you-have-chance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-3186505553805226386</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-06T22:08:44.177+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spam Mail</category><title>Kidney Cleanser</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN YOUR KIDNEYS WITH LESS THAN  $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years&lt;br /&gt;pass by and our kidneys are filtering the blood by removing salt, poison and&lt;br /&gt;any unwanted stuff entering our body. With time, the salt accumulates and this needs&lt;br /&gt;to undergo cleansing treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;are we going to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;br /&gt;is very easy. First take a bunch of parsley and wash it clean&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;cut it into small pieces and put it in a pot. Pour clean water and boil it for&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes. Let it cool down,  filter it and pour into a clean bottle&lt;br /&gt;and keep it inside the refrigerator to cool.&lt;br /&gt;Drink&lt;br /&gt;one glass daily and you will notice all salt and other accumulated poison&lt;br /&gt;coming out of your kidney by urination. Also you will be able to notice the&lt;br /&gt;difference which you have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;Parsley&lt;br /&gt;is known as a good cleansing treatment for kidneys and it is natural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please forward&lt;br /&gt;to all your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+-----+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if this thing is true but if you do feel the need to experiment on your own kidneys, nobody is stopping you. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-3186505553805226386?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/w2SBVq5qaRg/kidney-cleanser.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/kidney-cleanser.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-2730493410032058597</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T10:33:31.840+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>Mark Shaffer Conversion To Islam‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum wr wb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American Millionaire Who Was Also Michael Jackson’s Lawyer Becomes Muslim .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American millionaire, Mark Shaffer declared his Islam in Saudi Arabia on Saturday, 17th October 2009. Mark was at that time on a holiday in Saudi Arabia to visit some famous cities like Riyadh, Abha and Jeddah for 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a well-known millionaire and also a practiced lawyer in Los Angeles, specializing in cases of civil laws. The last big case he handled was the case of the famous American pop singer, Michael Jackson, a week before he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tourist guide who accompanied Mark for 10 days in Saudi Arabia, Dhawi Ben Nashir told: Since he set foot for the first time in Saudi Arabia, Mark already started to ask question about Islam and Solat. As soon as he arrived in Saudi, Mark stayed in Riyadh for two days. While in Riyadh, Mark was very interested in Islam. After moving to Najran, we went to Abha and Al-Ula. There, his fascination on Islam grew more obvious, especially the time when we ventured out into the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was amazed to see three Saudi youths who were in our group in Al-Ula, performing solat in the expanse of the very wide desert.. A very fantastic panorama indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days in Al-Ula, we went to Al-Juf. As soon as we arrived in Al-Juf, Mark asked if I could get him some books on Islam. I then obtained some books on Islam for him. Mark read all those books. The next morning, he asked me to teach him how to perform solat. I then taught him how to pray and take wudhu (ablution). Then, he joined me and performed solat beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After solat, Mark told me that he felt peace in his soul. On Thursday afternoon, we left Al-Ula heading for Jeddah. He looked very serious throughout the journey reading those books about Islam. On Friday morning, we visited the old town of Jeddah. Before the time for the Friday prayer approached, we went back to the hotel and I excused myself to go for the Friday prayer. Then, Mark told me: I would like to join you for the Friday prayer so that I can witness myself how the Friday prayer is like. So I answered: welcome…&lt;br /&gt;We then went to a masjid which was not far from the hotel where we stayed in Jeddah. Since we were quite late, I and many other jamaah had to pray outside, as the number of jamaah was overflowing. I could see Mark observing the jamaah, especially after the Friday prayer was completed, when everybody was shaking hands and embracing each other with radiant and happy faces. Mark was very impressed with what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we return to the hotel, Mark suddenly told me that he wanted to become a Muslim. So I said to him: Please have a shower first. After Mark took the shower, I guided him in saying the kalimah of shahadah (declaration of faith) and then he prayed two rakaah. Later on, Mark expressed his desire to visit the Masjidil Haram in Makkah and perform solat there before leaving Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fulfill his wish, we went to the Da’wah and Irshad office in the area of Al-Hamro’, Jeddah, to obtain a formal proof of his conversion to Islam, so that he would be allowed to enter the city of Makkah and Masjidil Haram. Then, Mark was given a temporary certificate of his conversion to Islam. As a number of group members who participated in Mark’s visit to Saudi Arabia had to go back to America on Saturday afternoon, Al-Hamdulillah, Ustadz Muhammad Turkistani was willing to send Mark to the Holy Land of Makkah that same morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Mark’s visit to Masjidil Haram, Ustadz Muhammad Turkistani narrated: After Mark obtained his temporary certificate, we straight away departed heading for the noble Masjidil Haram. When he witnessed the Masjidil Haram, he face looked radiant and it emanated an extraordinary happiness. When we entered the Masjidil Haram and witnessed the Ka’bah for ourselves, his happiness increased. By Allah, I could not express that scene with words. After performing the tawaf around the noble Ka’bah, we performed the sunnah solat and went out of Masjidil Haram. I could see Mark very reluctantly wanting to leave Masjidil Haram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mark declared his Islamic faith, he had the chance to express his happiness in Al-Riyadh Newspaper saying: I could not express my feeling at this time but I am being reborn and my life has just started… then he added: I am very happy. This happiness that I am feeling could not be expressed in words especially when I visited the Masjidil Haram and noble Ka’bah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regarding his next step after his conversion to Islam, Mark explained: I will learn more about Islam, I will delve deeper into this religion of Allah (Islam) and come back to Saudi Arabia to perform the Hajj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to what impelled him into converting to Islam, Mark explained: I have already had information about Islam, but it was very limited. When I visited Saudi Arabia and personally witnessed the Muslims there, and saw how they performed the solat, I felt a very strong drive to know more about Islam. When I read true informations about Islam, I became confident that Islam is a religion of haq (truth).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, 18th October 2009, Mark left the Airport of King Abdul Aziz Jeddah heading for America. When filling in the immigration form before leaving Jeddah, Mark wrote ISLAM as his religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Mark… May Allah bless you and make you an obedient Muslim and a Da’i who would invite the American society to benefit from the happiness of being Muslims, just as how you have felt because only Islam could save mankind in this world, as well as in the akhirah later… Ameen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-2730493410032058597?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/PT3WmztgLKo/mark-shaffer-conversion-to-islam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/mark-shaffer-conversion-to-islam.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-6133860900318839389</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T11:37:29.360+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><title>Wise Old Man</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man in Queensland had owned a large property for several years. He had a dam in one of the                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;lower paddocks where he had planted mango and avocado trees. The dam had been fixed up for  &lt;br /&gt;swimming when it was built and he also had some picnic tables placed there in the shade of the fruit trees.  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the dam to look it over, as he hadn't been  &lt;br /&gt;there for a while. He grabbed a ten litre bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the dam, he    &lt;br /&gt;heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer he saw a group of young women            &lt;br /&gt;skinny-dipping in his dam.                                                                              &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end. One of the women shouted                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;to him, 'We're not coming out until you leave!'&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the dam naked.'                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed the crocodile.'                            &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral: Older men may walk slow, but they can still think fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-6133860900318839389?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/jEBPhbgarhQ/wise-old-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/wise-old-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-6238201919051526517</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 03:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T11:34:23.968+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>Satu Panduan Yang Senang Di Amalkan‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMBUKA PINTU REZEKI  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salams, for sharing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dato' Dr. Fazilah Kamsah pernah berkata..... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" setiap pagi sedekahkan al-fatihah kepada kedua ibu bapamu ( tak kira&lt;br /&gt;masih hidup @ telah tiada )"......... nescaya pintu rezekimu akan terbuka&lt;br /&gt;buat kamu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdasarkan Hadith Nabi :&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak akan terputus rezeki seseorang selagi dia tidak meninggalkan doa&lt;br /&gt;kepada kedua orang tua nya dalam sehari"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huraian hadith:&lt;br /&gt;- jangan sesekali meninggalkan doa kepada kedua ibubapa (baik yang hidup&lt;br /&gt;mahupun yang sudah tiada )&lt;br /&gt;- Allah akan memurahkan rezeki kepada mereka yang tidak putus berdoa&lt;br /&gt;kepada kedua ibu bapa (walaupun ! ada ibu bapa yang leka, doakan agar&lt;br /&gt;mereka berubah)&lt;br /&gt;- Ingatlah bahawa keredhaan ibu bapa adalah keredhaan Allah&lt;br /&gt;- Semasa berdoa, berdoalah dengan bersungguh2. ...tadah tangan dan&lt;br /&gt;bayangkan wajah kedua orang tua k ita , termasuk guru2 k ita dan mereka&lt;br /&gt;yang banyak menolong k ita (berdoa perlu benar2 bersungguh2)&lt;br /&gt;- Mereka yang lupa berdoa kepada kedua orang tua, akan disempitkan rezeki&lt;br /&gt;oleh Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya:&lt;br /&gt;- Bagi yang berniaga, tak perlu ada ilmu pelaris..... . Cuma jangan lupa&lt;br /&gt;doakan ibu bapa k ita setiap hari&lt;br /&gt;- Rezeki bukan sahaja berupa wang ringgit, tetapi segala nikmat yang k ita&lt;br /&gt;dapat dari Allah (e.g. makan, kesihatan, kasih sayang, ilmu dsb nya..)&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha dan bertawakal.. ...insyallah , - rezeki itu bukan kerana ada sijil SPM,&lt;br /&gt;(kata Azmil Mustapha)... ..Mari kita cuba .Allahhuakhbar. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allahu Akbar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak pernah menyangka-nyangka bahwa dengan mener! uskan kalimat ini . Ke&lt;br /&gt;rakan Dan saudara sekalian, Allah memberikan saya rezeki yang tidak&lt;br /&gt;disangka-sangka. ..Memang tidak sampai 12 jam setelah saya kirimkan pesan itu...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi limpahan KurniaNya kepada saya sungguh diluar pemikiran saya...&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah! Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirim kalimat ini ke 12 orang yang kamu anggap baik di dalam hidupmu dan&lt;br /&gt;Insya-Allah kehidupanmu akan bertambah baik Dan buktinya dalam 12 jam kamu harus&lt;br /&gt;Percaya akan keajaiban bulan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AL-QAYYUM, AL-MAJID, AL-WAJID, AL-WAHID, AL-AHAD, AL-SAMAD, AL-KADIR,&lt;br /&gt;AL-MALIK , AL - RAHMAN , AL -RAHIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLAH SWT TIDAK PERNAH TIDAK DAPAT MENYEMPURNAKAN PESANNYA, KALA KAMU&lt;br /&gt;MENGHANTAR BERITA INI KEPADA 12 ORANG INSYAALLAH KAMU AKAN MENDAPATKAN&lt;br /&gt;BERITA BAIK ESOK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-6238201919051526517?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/9l8lX_t0ImE/satu-panduan-yang-senang-di-amalkan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/satu-panduan-yang-senang-di-amalkan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-407529714708705484</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T20:50:53.516+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News And Facts</category><title>Police Warning!! Must Know When You're In Malaysia</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police Warning CAR STICKER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON REAR WINDSCREEN OF CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING..!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last weekend on Friday night we parked in a public parking area. As we drove away I noticed a sticker on the rear window of the car. When I took it off after I got home, it was a receipt for gas. Luckily my friend told me not to stop as it could be someone waiting for me to get out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we received this email yesterday:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WARNING FROM POLICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS APPLIES TO BOTH WOMEN AND MEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF PAPER ON THE BACK WINDOW OF YOUR VEHICLE-- NEW WAY TO DO CARJACKINGS (NOT A JOKE)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up everyone! Please, keep this circulating.......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You walk across the parking lot, unlock your car and get inside.&lt;br /&gt;You start the engine and shift into Reverse.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you look into the rear view mirror to back out of your parking space, you notice a piece of paper stuck to the middle of the rear window. So,you shift into Park, unlock your doors, and jump out of your car to remove that paper (or whatever it is) that is obstructing your view. When you reach the back of your car, that is when the carjackers appear out of nowhere, jump into your car and take off.&lt;br /&gt;They practically mow you down as they speed off in your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, ladies? I bet your purse is still in the car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So now the carjacker has your car, your home address, yourmoney, and your keys. Your home and your whole identity are now compromised!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BEWARE OF THIS NEW SCHEME THAT IS NOW BEING USED....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you see a piece of paper stuck to your back window, just drive away.&lt;br /&gt;Remove the paper later. And be thankful that you read this e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will forward this to friends and family, especially to women. A purse contains all kinds of personal information and identification documents, and you certainly do NOT want this to fall into the wrong hands.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep this going and tell all your friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-407529714708705484?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/BOnuFeZl-r0/police-warning-must-know-when-youre-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/01/police-warning-must-know-when-youre-in.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-8793946539052058493</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T03:15:04.691+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guitars Related</category><title>Protest The Hero - Bloodmeat (Guitar Cover)</title><description>Name: Sung Jun Park&lt;br /&gt;Youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sjp666"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/sjp666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFjOS5kO4nQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFjOS5kO4nQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the original song and band, check out the links below:&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhMfz4HrcEA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhMfz4HrcEA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/protestthehero"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/protestthehero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-8793946539052058493?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/eRNmYsiC1Oc/protest-hero-bloodmeat-guitar-cover.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/J1v2NurjZU8/WFjOS5kO4nQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" fileSize="1024" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Name: Sung Jun Park Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797 Personal MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/sjp666 Band MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight For the original song and band, check out the links below: Song: http://www.youtube.com</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Name: Sung Jun Park Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797 Personal MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/sjp666 Band MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight For the original song and band, check out the links below: Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhMfz4HrcEA Band: http://www.myspace.com/protestthehero</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Guitars Related</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/protest-hero-bloodmeat-guitar-cover.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/J1v2NurjZU8/WFjOS5kO4nQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" length="1024" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.youtube.com/v/WFjOS5kO4nQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-7739728420843923340</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T03:11:03.334+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guitars Related</category><title>Between The Buried And Me - Selkies: The Endless Obsession (Guitar Cover)</title><description>Name: Sung Jun Park&lt;br /&gt;Youtube: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sjp666"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/sjp666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band MySpace: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uCvjA-W9ioE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uCvjA-W9ioE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the original song and band, check out the links below:&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19UZd_DKs2Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19UZd_DKs2Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/betweentheburiedandme"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/betweentheburiedandme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-7739728420843923340?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/fNj6iKuv5DU/between-buried-and-me-selkies-endless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><media:content url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/aDixvaZxCow/uCvjA-W9ioE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" fileSize="1057" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><itunes:explicit>yes</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Name: Sung Jun Park Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797 Personal MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/sjp666 Band MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight For the original song and band, check out the links below: Song: http://www.youtube.com</itunes:subtitle><itunes:author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</itunes:author><itunes:summary>Name: Sung Jun Park Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/Chin2797 Personal MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/sjp666 Band MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/closedfortonight For the original song and band, check out the links below: Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19UZd_DKs2Q Band: http://www.myspace.com/betweentheburiedandme</itunes:summary><itunes:keywords>Guitars Related</itunes:keywords><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/between-buried-and-me-selkies-endless.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~5/aDixvaZxCow/uCvjA-W9ioE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" length="1057" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.youtube.com/v/uCvjA-W9ioE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-6026218836901554705</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:38:52.116+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>The Jew And Italian</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Your need good knowledge of theology to understand this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;     Several centuries ago, the Pope decreed that all the Jews had to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; convert&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; to Catholicism or leave Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; There was a huge outcry from the Jewish community, so the Pope offered&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; a&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; deal.         He would have a religious debate with the leader of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Jewish community.  If the Jews won, they could stay in Italy; if the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Pope won, they would have to convert or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The Jewish people met and picked an aged and wise Rabbi to represent&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; them in the debate.  However, as the Rabbi spoke no Italian, and the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Pope spoke no Yiddish, they agreed that it would be a 'silent' debate.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; On the chosen day the Pope and Rabbi sat opposite each other.  The Pope&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; raised his hand and showed three fingers. The Rabbi looked back and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; raised one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Next, the Pope waved his finger around his head.  The Rabbi pointed to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; the ground where he sat.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The Pope brought out a communion wafer and a chalice of wine.  The&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Rabbi&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; pulled out an apple.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; With that the Pope stood up and declared that he was beaten, and that&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; the Rabbi was too clever.  The Jews could stay in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Later the Cardinals met with the Pope and asked him what had happened?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; The Pope said, 'First I held up three fingers to represent the Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; He responded by holding up one finger to remind me there is still only&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; one God common to both our beliefs.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 'Then, I waved my finger around my head to show him that God was all&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; around us.  He responded by pointing to the ground to show that God was&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; also right here with us.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 'I pulled out the wine and wafer, to show that God absolves us of all&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; our sins.  He pulled out an apple to remind me of the original sin'.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 'He had beaten me at every move and I could not continue.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Meanwhile, the Jewish community gathered to ask the Rabbi how he had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; won.  'I haven't a clue,' said the Rabbi.  'First he said to me that we&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; had three days to get out of Italy, so I gave him the finger.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 'Then he tells me that the whole country would be cleared of Jews and I&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; said to him that we were staying right here.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; 'And then what?' asked a woman.  'Who knows?' said the Rabbi.  'He took&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; out his lunch, so I took out mine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-6026218836901554705?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/H-342D2WdQw/jew-and-italian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/jew-and-italian.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-4915389247850746020</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:37:30.005+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>Women In Hell</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asslamau`alaikum warhmatullahi wabarakathu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ali ibna Abu Thalib and Hadrat Fatimah once visited&lt;br /&gt;the Prophet SAW and found him in tears. They asked him the cause and he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Ali, on the night of my ascension (Miraj) I saw women of my ummah who were being severily punished that I became concerned for them and started cyring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a woman who had been hung by her breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a second woman who was eating her own flesh and&lt;br /&gt;fire raged below her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A third woman was hanging by her tongue and boiling water was&lt;br /&gt;being poured down her throat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth was bent over, her hands and feet were tied together, and snakes and&lt;br /&gt;scorpions were crawling all over her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fifth was deaf, dumb, and blind, enclosed in a cage of&lt;br /&gt;fire, her brain oozing out of the holes in her skull. Her&lt;br /&gt;body fell apart due to leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was hung by her feet, inside and over.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another woman's body was being shredded to pieces by&lt;br /&gt;scissors made of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman had a head of a pig and a body of a donkey and&lt;br /&gt;was given several punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another had the face of a dog, fire was entering her&lt;br /&gt;body from her posterior and come out of her mouth and the&lt;br /&gt;angels were beating her with iron rods.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah then inquired her father, 'Please, tell me,&lt;br /&gt;what did these women do (to deserve such punishment)?'&lt;br /&gt;Then the Prophet SAW said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Listen my dear;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who was hanging by her breast used to deny&lt;br /&gt;her husband, his rightful pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one hanging by her feet used to go out of her&lt;br /&gt;house without her husband's permission; The one eating her own flesh used to beautify herself and show her body to men other than her husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who's hands and feet were tied together and&lt;br /&gt;covered with snakes and scorpions never to care impurity and&lt;br /&gt;wasn't careful about ghusl, thus taking her prayer lightly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deaf, blind, and dumb used to bear children&lt;br /&gt;through adultery but claim the children belonged to her&lt;br /&gt;husband;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one whose body was being cut by scissors made of fire&lt;br /&gt;never observed hijab in front of non mahrem men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The one whose body was burned and who was eating her&lt;br /&gt;own intestines used to provide other woman for sex;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the face of a pig and a body of a donkey was a&lt;br /&gt;backbiter and a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those with the face of a dog and who had fire&lt;br /&gt;entering her behind and coming out of her face was a jealous woman.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Muslim men and women for believing men and women&lt;br /&gt;for devout men and women for true men and women&lt;br /&gt;for men and women who are patient and constant for men and women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who humble themselves for men and women who give in charity&lt;br /&gt;for men and women who fast (and deny themselves)&lt;br /&gt;for men and women who guard their chastity and,&lt;br /&gt;for men and women who engage much in Allaah's praise For them has&lt;br /&gt;Allaah prepared forgiveness and great reward. ( Surah Ahzab )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sisters fear Allaah as He should be feared and be&lt;br /&gt;amongst these women insha`Allaah Ta'aala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allaah (swt) guide us all on the seerat-ul-mustaqeen,&lt;br /&gt;Inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fwd this&lt;br /&gt;to every woman u know!&lt;br /&gt;and man as well so they gain this knowledge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-4915389247850746020?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/AqUlT5aN5VE/women-in-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/women-in-hell.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-9060711006206841893</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:35:09.828+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion Related</category><title>Kalimat BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; PERINGATAN BERSAMA2....... ;p&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Kalimat BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM........... adalah sangat singkat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;namun kadangkala sangat sulit untuk di ucapkan. Dalam hadis&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Rasullullah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dikatakan: Barang siapa yang membaca BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;sebanyak 21 kali sebelum tidur maka:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;1. Dia akan dihindari dari meninggal dunia dalam keadaan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;terkejut/mendadak.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;2. Dia akan dihindari dari meninggal/bahaya tenggelam.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;3. Dia akan dihindari dan dilindungi dari bahaya kebakaran.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;4. Dia akan dihindari dan dilindungi dari bahaya rompakan.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Alkisah ada seorang Isteri yang selalu membaca&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;setiap kali melakukan sesuatu, dalam membuka, menutup dan mengunci&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;pintu/almari, menaruh dan mengambil barang/sesuatu, membuka dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;memakai pakaian, masuk dan keluar rumah, naik dan turun dari&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;kenderaan, dll.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Pokoknya selalu membaca BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM pada saat akan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;melakukan sebarang aktiviti.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Sehingga dengan kebiasaannya tersebut sang suami merasa kesal dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;akhirnya terlintas dibenaknya untuk menguji sang isterinya&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;tersebut. Lalu suatu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;ketika sang suami memberikan emas kepada isterinya dan mengatakan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;"Wahai isteriku, ini aku amanahkan emas kepadamu. Simpanlah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;baik-baik". Lalu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;sang isteripun menerimanya dengan mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;membuka almari dengan mengucapkan BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;menaruh emas tersebut dengan mengucapkan BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;menutup/mengunci almari dengan mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Setelah beberapa hari dan kebetulan si isteri tidak ada di rumah,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;maka sang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; suami mengambil emas tersebut dari dalam almari dan membuangnya&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;ke laut.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Lalu ia kembali kerumah, dan ketika isterinya pulang dia pun&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;meminta&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;kepada isterinya untuk mengambilkan emas yang diamanahkan beberapa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;waktu lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Lalu sang isteri pun masuk ke kamar dan dengan mengucapkan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM dia pun membuka pintu almari tempat ia&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;menyimpan emas tersebut. Lalu mengambil emas yang saat itu dalam&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;keadaan basah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;air laut) lalu menyerahkannya kepada suaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Melihat emas tersebut basah sang isteripun menjadi bingung dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;bertanya kepada suaminya, lalu sang suamipun bersujud dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;beristighfar dan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;setelah itu menceritakan kejadian yang sebenarnya bahawa dia&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;(suami) telah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;membuang emas tersebut ke laut tanpa pengetahuan sang isteri dengan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;tujuan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;untuk mengetahui manfaat dari BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Dari cerita diatas maka kita dapat melihat kesaktian dari kalimat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM selain dari itu masih banyak lagi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;manfaatnya, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Kita disarankan untuk membaca BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM ketika kita&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;akan mengambil dan menaruh pakaian di gantungan, baik yang pakaian&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;baru&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;maupun yang baru kita gunakan. Tujuannya adalah agar pakaian&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;tersebut tidak&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;digunakan oleh makhluk lain (gol. Jin), ini dapat kita lihat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;apabila&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;kita menaruh pakaian maka ketika kita gunakan kadang terasa gatal&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dan tidak&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;nyaman. Memang kita bisa mengatakan bahawa itu adalah pengaruh&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;lembab&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;ataupun sebagainya namun pada dasarnya pakaian tersebut telah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;digunakan oleh makhluk lain dengan cara mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Keutamaan kalimat BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;adalah lebih untuk kaum wanita&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;pria juga) karena banyak juga dari golongan wanita yang tanpa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;disedari olehnya sendiri(wanita tersebut) bahwa dia telah melakukan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;hubungan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;fizikal dengan golongan jin. Mungkin terdengar tidak masuk akal&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;namun ini&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;benar adanya. Oleh kerana itu kepada kaum wanita mulailah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;membiasakan diri&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;untuk membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Demikian sedikit penjelasan dan cerita mengenai keuntungan yang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;dapat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;kita peroleh dari mengucapkan BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM dalam&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;melakukan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;aktiviti kita sehari-hari, semoga setelah membaca ini kita semua&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;mulai dapat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;membiasakan diri untuk mengucapkan BISMILLAHIRROHMANIRROHIIM dalam&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;melakukan aktiviti kita sehari-hari, Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;Anda ingin menjadi Da'i Sejuta E-mail, tolong anda kirimkan artikel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;ini kepada sesama Muslim, baik keluarga, sahabat dan siapa saja&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;yang anda&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt; kenal atau silakan cetak untuk bacaan keluarga di rumah. Terima&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Have A Nice Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-9060711006206841893?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/7gLfGNfyeXI/kalimat-bismillahirrohmanirrohiim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/kalimat-bismillahirrohmanirrohiim.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-1697321087450716875</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:34:11.416+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Useless Things</category><title>A Very Touching Story</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; A very touching story...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; A man was walking across the road when he met with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; an accident. The impact was on his head which caused&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; him to be in a coma for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; When he opened his eyes, his wife was by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; He told her (in tears), "When I was struggling with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; my studies in the University, I failed again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; I even have to re-take my papers. You were there by my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; side,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; encouraging me to go on trying."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; She squeezed his hands as he continued, "When I went&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; for major interviews and failed to clinch any of the jobs,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; were there, cutting out the job ads for me to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; apply..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; He added, " ...then I started working in this little&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; firm and finall! y got a big contract. I blew it because&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; of a small mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; But you are still there for me." His wife was in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; tears.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; The man said, "I finally got a job after being laid&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; off for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; But I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; never seem to be promoted and my hard work was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; not recognised. I remained in the same position from the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; day I joined the company till now.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; You are still beside me...."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; His wife's tears trickled down as she listened to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; him, "And now I met with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; an accident and when I woke up, you are here with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; me. There's something&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; I really like to say to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; She flung herself on the bed and hug her husband,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; sobbing with deep emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; Finally her husband said,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; "I think you bring&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; me bad luck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-1697321087450716875?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/174vurcALHE/very-touching-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-touching-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-8287515118952923640</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:06:00.795+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News And Facts</category><title>James Owen Sullivan, Avenged Sevenfold Drummer, Found Dead At 28</title><description>Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earsucker.com/2009/12/29/james-owen-sullivan-avenged-sevenfold-drummer-found-dead-at-28/"&gt;http://earsucker.com/2009/12/29/james-owen-sullivan-avenged-sevenfold-drummer-found-dead-at-28/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been so awful for celebrity deaths. 2009 has really claimed a lot of souls, including Michael Jackson, Patrick Swayze, Farrah Fawcett, Brittany Murphy and countless others. Now, we’ve just learned that the grim reaper has claimed another one: Avenged Sevenfold’s 28-year-old drummer, James Owen Sullivan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reportedly, the young drummer died of natural causes, according to Huntington Beach authorities. He was found dead in his home and the Coroner’s Office is investigating his untimely death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band has issued this statement regarding The Rev’s death:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is with great sadness and heavy hearts that we tell you of the passing today of Jimmy ‘The Rev’ Sullivan. Jimmy was not only one of the world’s best drummers, but more importantly, he was our best friend and brother. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Jimmy’s family and we hope that you will respect their privacy during this difficult time.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-8287515118952923640?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/ghVEDyBUgIo/james-owen-sullivan-avenged-sevenfold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/james-owen-sullivan-avenged-sevenfold.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-4263250646325569302</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T22:39:10.803+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">News And Facts</category><title>DON'T KEEP A CUT ONION FOR THE NEXT DAY‏</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEFT OVER ONION IS POISONOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the wonderful privilege of touring Mullins Food Products, Makers of mayonnaise. Mullins is huge, and is owned by 11 brothers and sisters in the Mullins family. My friend, Jeanne, is the CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions about food poisoning came up, and I wanted to share what I learned from a chemist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who gave us our tour is named Ed. He's one of the brothers. Ed is a chemistry expert and is involved in developing most of the sauce formula. He's even developed sauce formula for McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that Ed is a food chemistry whiz. During the tour, someone asked if we really needed to worry about mayonnaise. People are always worried that mayonnaise will spoil. Ed's answer will surprise you. Ed said that all commercially- made Mayo is completely safe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't even have to be refrigerated. No harm in refrigerating it, but it's not really necessary." He explained that the pH in mayonnaise is set at a point that bacteria could not survive in that environment. He then talked about the quaint essential picnic, with the bowl of potato salad sitting on the table and how everyone blames the mayonnaise when someone gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed says that when food poisoning is reported, the first thing the officials look for is when the 'victim' last ate ONIONS and where those onions came from (in the potato salad?). Ed says it's not the mayonnaise (as long as it's not homemade Mayo) that spoils in the outdoors. It's probably the onions, and if not the onions, it's the POTATOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained, onions are a huge magnet for bacteria, especially uncooked onions. You should never plan to keep a portion of a sliced onion. He says it's not even safe if you put it in a zip-lock bag and put it in your refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already contaminated enough just by being cut open and out for a bit, that it can be a danger to you (and doubly watch out for those onions you put in your hotdogs at the baseball park!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed says if you take the leftover onion and cook it like crazy you'll probably be okay, but if you slice that leftover onion and put on your sandwich, you're asking for trouble.. Both the onions and the moist potato in a potato salad, will attract and grow bacteria faster than any commercial mayonnaise will even begin to break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's that for news? Take it for what you will. I (the author) am going to be very careful about my onions from now on. For some reason, I see a lot of credibility coming from a chemist and a company that produces millions of pounds of mayonnaise every year.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, dogs should never eat onions. Their stomachs cannot metabolize onions .Please remember it is dangerous to cut onions and try to use it to cook the next day ,it becomes highly poisonous for even a single night and creates Toxic bacteria which may cause Adverse Stomach infections because of excess Bile secretions and even Food poisoning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass it on .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-4263250646325569302?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/fNECkHxvj2M/dont-keep-cut-onion-for-next-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-keep-cut-onion-for-next-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-3752548878651106584</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T22:35:29.856+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spam Mail</category><title>Wanna Know Why Are You So Tired At The End Of Each Work Day?</title><description>Source: E-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you wondered why office staff are always dead tired by the end of the day and companies really require no further physical fitness programmes for their employees? The reason is that EVERYONE gets enough&lt;br /&gt;exercise by:&lt;br /&gt;1.        Jumping to conclusion&lt;br /&gt;2.        Beating around the bush&lt;br /&gt;3.        Running down the boss *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;4.        Going around in circles&lt;br /&gt;5.        Dragging their feet&lt;br /&gt;6.        Passing the buck&lt;br /&gt;7.        Climbing the ladder&lt;br /&gt;8.        Wading through paperwork&lt;br /&gt;9.        Pulling strings *&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;10.        Throwing their weight around&lt;br /&gt;11.        Stretching the truth&lt;br /&gt;12.        Bending the rules&lt;br /&gt;13.        Pushing their luck*&lt;br /&gt;*14.* *       Shooting arrows*&lt;br /&gt;*15.        Fighting fire*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER THEY ARE ALL TIRED AT THE END OF A WORKING DAY!! *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-3752548878651106584?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/1-jUzgCPsk0/wanna-know-why-are-you-so-tired-at-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanna-know-why-are-you-so-tired-at-end.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-6054500827011858439</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-28T22:33:43.326+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spam Mail</category><title>How To Recruit The Right Person For The Job</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some Particular order in a closed Room with an Open window.&lt;br /&gt;Then send 2 or 3 candidates in&lt;br /&gt;The room and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone and come back&lt;br /&gt;After 6 hours and then analyze&lt;br /&gt;The situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are counting the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in the&lt;br /&gt;Accounts Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are recounting them..&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Auditing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have messed up the&lt;br /&gt;Whole place with the bricks.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are arranging the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks in some strange order.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are throwing the&lt;br /&gt;Bricks at each other.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Operations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have broken the bricks&lt;br /&gt;Into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Information Technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sitting idle.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say they have tried&lt;br /&gt;Different combinations, yet&lt;br /&gt;Not a brick has&lt;br /&gt;Been moved, put them in&lt;br /&gt;Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have already left for&lt;br /&gt;The day.&lt;br /&gt;Put them in&lt;br /&gt;Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are staring out of the&lt;br /&gt;Window.&lt;br /&gt;Put them on&lt;br /&gt;Strategic Planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;If they are talking to each&lt;br /&gt;Other and not a single brick&lt;br /&gt;Has been&lt;br /&gt;Moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulate them and put them&lt;br /&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;Top Management&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-6054500827011858439?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/URckoQXqpAQ/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278623.post-3921365747543520242</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 06:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-27T14:23:13.311+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Comedy Related</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Spam Mail</category><title>How To Handle Women</title><description>Source: E-Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates. She saw a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her.&lt;br /&gt;They saw her and began calling greetings to her, 'Hello - How are you!  We've been waiting for you! Good to see you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him, 'This is such a wonderful  place! How do I get in?'&lt;br /&gt;'You have to spell a word,' Saint Peter told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which word?' the woman asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman correctly spelled 'Love' and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day. While the woman was guarding the&lt;br /&gt;Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm surprised to see you,' the woman said. 'How have you been?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died,' her husband told her. 'I  married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill.&lt;br /&gt;And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I  lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around&lt;br /&gt;the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You have to spell a word,' the woman told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Which word?' her husband asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis' , she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Never make a woman angry . . . there will be Hell to  pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: The longest word currently listed in the Oxford dictionary is the  supposed lung-disease pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis (45&lt;br /&gt;letters).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7278623-3921365747543520242?l=myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/XmyscreamsofsilenceX/~3/2pHv8DO8IbU/how-to-handle-women.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (tribalcast)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://myscreamsofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-handle-women.html</feedburner:origLink></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>adult</media:rating></channel></rss>

