<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422</id><updated>2024-09-14T00:41:38.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflecting Human Behaviour</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-780291730422738881</id><published>2008-04-11T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T03:46:12.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Walking</title><content type='html'>If the path is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us not ask where it leads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the destination is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not ask how is the path...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/780291730422738881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/780291730422738881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-walking.html' title='Keep Walking'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-3987128086443585375</id><published>2008-04-09T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:43:07.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Smiling</title><content type='html'>Live life with no excuses&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Love with no regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you&lt;br /&gt;hundred reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show life that you have&lt;br /&gt;hundred reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling !</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/3987128086443585375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/3987128086443585375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-smiling.html' title='Keep Smiling'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-5011893732897026945</id><published>2008-04-03T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T05:21:20.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negatives</title><content type='html'>Positive pictures come from &lt;br /&gt;negatives developed in a dark room,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find yourself in darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand that god is working &lt;br /&gt;on a lovely picture.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5011893732897026945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5011893732897026945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/positive-pictures-come-from-negatives.html' title='Negatives'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-4038830786749406862</id><published>2008-04-02T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:05:12.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>A good friend is one&lt;br /&gt;Who can see the first eyedrop,&lt;br /&gt;Catches the second drop,&lt;br /&gt;Stops the third and&lt;br /&gt;turns the fourth drop into smile.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/4038830786749406862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/4038830786749406862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-5915154869240138435</id><published>2008-04-01T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:44:51.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluation</title><content type='html'>When someone criticize us,&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s the time to evaluate ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;When someone praise us, &lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s the time to evaluate them.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5915154869240138435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5915154869240138435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/04/evaluation.html' title='Evaluation'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-8840164258574540513</id><published>2008-03-31T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:44:20.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of life</title><content type='html'>In the book of life,&lt;br /&gt;the page yesterday is over,&lt;br /&gt;the page future is blank&lt;br /&gt;and the page today is being written.&lt;br /&gt;So, write the best you can&lt;br /&gt;because on this book of life&lt;br /&gt;erasers won&#39;t work.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/8840164258574540513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/8840164258574540513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-of-life.html' title='Book of life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-6717067891725213237</id><published>2008-03-15T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:25:09.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>Men -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All men are extremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Although they are so busy, they still have time for women.&lt;br /&gt;3. Although they have time for women, they don&#39;t really care for them. &lt;br /&gt;4. Although they don&#39;t really care for them, they always have one Around.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although they always have one around them, they always try their Luck with others.&lt;br /&gt;6. Although they try their luck with others, they get really pissed off If the women leaves them.&lt;br /&gt;7. Although the women leaves them they still don&#39;t learn from their Mistakes and again try their luck with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most important thing for a women is financial security.&lt;br /&gt;2. Although this is so important, they still go out and buy expensive Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Although they always buy expensive clothes, they never have something To wear. &lt;br /&gt;4. Although they never have something to wear, they always dress Beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although they always dress beautifully, their clothes are always just &quot;An old rag&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Although their clothes are always &quot;just an old rag&quot;, they still Expect you to compliment them. &lt;br /&gt;7. Although they expect you to compliment them, when you do, they don&#39;t Believe you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/6717067891725213237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/6717067891725213237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/nature_15.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-5564389641373975903</id><published>2008-03-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:25:18.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Mom</title><content type='html'>There may be times in your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hate your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that this world is not for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody care and likes you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember her face that loves you more than anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares for you in loneliness and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dies for you when you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is no one but your sweet loving MOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her more than anyone else in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, only she was, is and will be there for you all the time.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5564389641373975903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/5564389641373975903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/loving-mom.html' title='Loving Mom'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-6513803913982330760</id><published>2008-03-13T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:29:16.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIfe, A Single Oppurtunity</title><content type='html'>A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students again if the jar was full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar was full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students responded with a unanimous &quot;yes.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Now,&quot; said the professor, as the laughter subsided, &quot;I&lt;br /&gt;want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things - your family, your&lt;br /&gt;children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The sand is everything else--the small stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you put the sand into the jar first,&quot; he continued,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The same goes for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play with your children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Take time to get medical checkups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Take your partner out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Play another 18. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. &lt;br /&gt;&quot;Set your priorities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The rest is just sand.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. &quot;I&#39;m glad you asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there&#39;s always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this with someone you care about.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/6513803913982330760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/6513803913982330760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-single-oppurtunity.html' title='LIfe, A Single Oppurtunity'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079608258081450422.post-8523771062210367200</id><published>2008-03-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T06:45:54.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Cry ?</title><content type='html'>A little boy asked his mother, &quot;Why are you crying?&quot; &quot;Because I&#39;m a woman,&quot; she told him.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t understand,&quot; he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, &quot;And you never will.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, &quot;Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All women cry for no reason,&quot; was all his dad could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, &quot;God, why do women cry so easily?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When I made the woman she had to be special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You see my son,&quot; said God, &quot;the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.&quot;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/8523771062210367200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6079608258081450422/posts/default/8523771062210367200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogging2fun.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-women-cry.html' title='Why Women Cry ?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>