<?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: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-6255120518976739645</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:54:12.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelitazzzzz(",)</title><subtitle type='html'>juz a SiMplE giRl..
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If one window closes - run to the next window - or break down a door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy people roll with the punches. They know from experience that everything changes. Today's good fortune may vanish tomorrow, today's crises may turn out to be tomorrow's good fortune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I'm going to be happy today, Though the skies may be cloudy and grayNo matter what may come my way I'm going to be happy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-5881850213952409240?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/5881850213952409240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=5881850213952409240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-2905371091351195132</id><published>2009-04-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:01:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship sOng(",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5v8OOOENI/AAAAAAAAAFw/99bdtUHmJ-s/s1600-h/33a68c1df798e3f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322814889999077586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5v8OOOENI/AAAAAAAAAFw/99bdtUHmJ-s/s320/33a68c1df798e3f0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In My Life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are places I rememberAll my life, though some have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some for ever, not for better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And some have gone, and some remained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All these places had there moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With lovers and friends that I still can recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some are dead and some are livingIn my life, I loved them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But of all these friends and lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Still no one, compares with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And these memories loose their meaning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I think of love as something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No I will never, ever loose affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll often stop and think about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my life, I loved you moreI know I'll never ever loose affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;For people and things that went before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll often stop to think about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my life, I loved you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In my life, I loved you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-2905371091351195132?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/2905371091351195132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=2905371091351195132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2905371091351195132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2905371091351195132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendship-song.html' title='Friendship sOng(&quot;,)'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5v8OOOENI/AAAAAAAAAFw/99bdtUHmJ-s/s72-c/33a68c1df798e3f0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-2287032103977121047</id><published>2009-04-09T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:43:13.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Turtle Facts~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5r1FliYnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T17cUZ9aNZQ/s1600-h/228786091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322810369375363698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5r1FliYnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T17cUZ9aNZQ/s320/228786091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot to admire about turtles and tortoises. They seem to have a steadfast character, and a plodding yet undeniable gait that sooner or later gets them to where they are going. Here are some other facts about these creatures that may make you scratch your shell in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Testudo, the Latin word for tortoise, shell, arch or vault, was also the name given to a technique used by Roman soldiers in warfare. Standing close together, in the shape of a rectangle, they held their shields flat over their heads, to form a protective dome, allowing them to approach the enemy en masse, unharmed by spears, stones and arrows.&lt;br /&gt;The black soft-shelled turtle figures importantly in Hindu mythology. The animals are believed to represent the souls of long ago sinners, transformed into reptiles by a 13th century saint, are in a tank attached to a temple in Bangladesh. Each animal is considered sacred, and so none can be removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-2287032103977121047?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/2287032103977121047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=2287032103977121047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2287032103977121047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2287032103977121047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-turtle-facts.html' title='Interesting Turtle Facts~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5r1FliYnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/T17cUZ9aNZQ/s72-c/228786091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-1784314460795910799</id><published>2009-04-09T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:40:30.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 facts abOut Coffee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5qhs2vB8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kl5luyUgEFo/s1600-h/14099eb001d1b764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322808936807466946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5qhs2vB8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kl5luyUgEFo/s320/14099eb001d1b764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;25 things you didn't know about coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;65 countries in the world grow coffee. They are all along the equator, within the tropics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coffee is not grown anywhere in the United States except Puerto Rico and Hawaii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In 1675 Charles II, King of England issued a proclamation banning Coffee Houses. He said that they were places where people met to plot against him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30% of coffee drinkers in US added a sweetener of some kind to their coffee, compared with 57% in UK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;October 1st is official "Coffee Day" in Japan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Scientists have discovered more than 800 different aromatic compounds in coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coffee is the second most traded commodity in the world (oil is the first.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Brazil produces around 40% of the world's coffee supply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Belgian named George Washington invented instant coffee in 1906. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coffee has been used as a beverage for over 700 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Black coffee with no sugar contains no calories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;More than 20 million people worldwide, work in the coffee industry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are two species of coffee plant: Arabica and Robusta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;75% of the world's coffee comes from the Coffea Arabica plant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Drinking a single cup of coffee that has been brewing for 20 minutes provides the body with 300 phytochemicals which act as antioxidants and stay in the body for up to a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In days gone by, Turkish bridegroom had to promise that they would always provide their new wives with coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Espresso Coffee has just one third of the caffeine content of ordinary coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Coffee beans are really berries. Each berry contains two beans (pips). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An expert in preparing Turkish coffee is known as a "kahveci". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Nicaraguan Margogpipe is the largest of all coffee beans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It takes 40 coffee beans to make an espresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One coffee tree yields less than half a kilo of coffee per year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A coffee tree lives for between 60 and 70 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Worldwide, more 1400 millions cups of coffee are drunk every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Caffeine, which is found in coffee, increases the effect of some painkillers, especially aspirin and paracetamol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-1784314460795910799?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/1784314460795910799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=1784314460795910799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1784314460795910799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1784314460795910799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/04/25-facts-about-coffee.html' title='25 facts abOut Coffee~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5qhs2vB8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Kl5luyUgEFo/s72-c/14099eb001d1b764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-7713112493360809680</id><published>2009-04-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:19:22.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Tips for Exam Success!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5mUC_UPuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xIe4_yQszz4/s1600-h/sap-student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322804304184360674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5mUC_UPuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xIe4_yQszz4/s320/sap-student.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Select a productive study location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose an area free from distractions (roommates, television, computer).&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions: library, study lounge, student center, coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prepare in advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a day planner and designate specific times to accomplish specific tasks.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid “cramming”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Analyze your old exam results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Consider what types of questions you missed (multiple choice, short answer, matching, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;Where did the exam questions come from (textbook, lecture, study aid)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Decide on and adopt the study strategies that work best for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that different types of exams/classes will require you to use different study strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice what will be required of you on the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If your exam is problem based, work on problems (it does little good to just read your math book).&lt;br /&gt;If your exam is all essay, spend some time considering what topics will likely be covered andmake a brief outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Be assertive in seeking assistance&lt;br /&gt;Utilize office hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stay relaxed and confident &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Remind yourself that you are well-prepared and are going to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Choose a good spot to take the exam (enough room to work, away from any distractions).&lt;br /&gt;Don’t talk to other students before the exam; anxiety is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When writing an essay exam, get right to the point:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;State your main point in the first sentence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Use the first paragraph to provide an overview of your essay.&lt;br /&gt;Use the rest of your essay to discuss supporting points in detail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back your points up with specific information and examples from readings and lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave time to review your exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you have answered all of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Proofread your writing for spelling, grammar, and punctuation.&lt;br /&gt;Check your math answers for careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reward yourself after the exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take some time to do something you like to do (read a magazine, exercise, see a movie).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the exam is over, do not dwell on past mistakes or immediately start studying for your next exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-7713112493360809680?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/7713112493360809680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=7713112493360809680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7713112493360809680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7713112493360809680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten-tips-for-exam-success.html' title='Ten Tips for Exam Success!!!'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5mUC_UPuI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xIe4_yQszz4/s72-c/sap-student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-8778448718146568535</id><published>2009-04-09T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:12:09.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~eye care Tips~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5km3mJc4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/35wV-NkMvK4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322802428520264578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5km3mJc4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/35wV-NkMvK4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eye Care Tips&lt;br /&gt;Take A vitamin diet to make eyes brighter. (papaya, eggs, fish, milk, cilantro etc.,) Wash eyes with cold water to get sparkling eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Put sliced cucumber over your eyes to treat &lt;a href="http://www.eyecare123.com/darkcircle_eyes.htm"&gt;dark circles&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Put potato slices on your eye to get rid off those dark circles.&lt;br /&gt;Soak amla overnight in water and use this water the next morning to wash the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Soak cotton in Luke warm milk and cover eyes with it for 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;To soothe tired eyes, dip cotton pads in chilled milk and place on closed eyes for 10 minutes. Now relax completely.&lt;br /&gt;To completely relax the eyes and the surrounding muscles, close your eyes and think of something that is pleasant or soothing and at a distance. Now gently open your eyes and look into the distance. Next focus on an object at arm's length. Do this extremely relaxing exercise four or five times a day.&lt;br /&gt;If your &lt;a href="http://www.eyecarebasics.com/eye-care-articles/eye-twitch.htm"&gt;eye twitches&lt;/a&gt;, or your eyes are red and feeling itchy, massage your scalp with curd.&lt;br /&gt;Soak 1 tsp. dry amla in one cup of water overnight. Next morning strain it through a muslin cloth and then add one extra cup of water. Splash your eyes with this solution each morning. This makes your eyes sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;For Puffy Eyes: Grate a potato with its peel and apply on your closed eyelids for about 20 minutes and relax completely. You may even take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face before sleeping, and ensure that there is no make-up on your face before you sleep, because, make-up creams may spoil your face as it will be there for the whole night. It is better if no cream is applied. What I feel is, wash your face before sleeping and if at all you want to apply any cream, just apply night cream and none other than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-8778448718146568535?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/8778448718146568535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=8778448718146568535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/8778448718146568535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/8778448718146568535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-care-tips.html' title='~eye care Tips~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sd5km3mJc4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/35wV-NkMvK4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-6619916913424394025</id><published>2009-03-31T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:58:32.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Facts About our Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SdMJ9kuHa1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IDioQEJSURk/s1600-h/cute-miut+(19).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319606538288458578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 45px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SdMJ9kuHa1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IDioQEJSURk/s320/cute-miut+(19).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;50,000 of the cells in your body will die and be replaced with :new cells, all while you have been reading this sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one hour, your heart works hard enough to produce the equivalent energy to raise almost 1 ton of weight 1 yard off :the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scientists have counted over 500 different liver functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1 square inch of skin there lies 4 yards of nerve fibers, 1300 nerve cells, 100 sweat glands, 3 million cells, and 3 yards of blood vessels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The structural plan of a whale's, a dog's, a bird's and a man's 'arm' are exactly the same. : :The world's first test-tube twins were born in June 1981.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 45 miles of nerves in the skin of a human being.In a year, a person`s heart beats 40,000,000 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people blink about 25 times a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks otherwise it will digest itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for :your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use an average of 43 muscles for a frown. You use an average of 17 muscles for a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The average human blinks his eyes 6,205,000 times each year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average human produces a quart of saliva a day or 10,000 gallons in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every person has a unique tongue print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your ears and nose continue to grow throughout your entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you eat meat and drink milk in the same meal, your body does not absorb any of the milk's calcium. It is best to have 2 hours between the milk and meat intake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only humans and horses have hymens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth is the only part of the human body that can't repair itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every human spent about half an hour as a single cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amazing right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-6619916913424394025?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/6619916913424394025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=6619916913424394025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/6619916913424394025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/6619916913424394025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-facts-about-our-body.html' title='Amazing Facts About our Body'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SdMJ9kuHa1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/IDioQEJSURk/s72-c/cute-miut+(19).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-7889853895445825519</id><published>2009-03-17T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:17:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb_295RwJyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QWvA_-God54/s1600-h/297977852_275886411e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237628528207650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb_295RwJyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QWvA_-God54/s320/297977852_275886411e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The stonefish, which lives off the coast of Australia, is the most poisonous fish in the world.&lt;br /&gt;A slug has four noses.&lt;br /&gt;Octopuses have 3 hearts.&lt;br /&gt;A goldfish can live up to 40 years.&lt;br /&gt;A starfish doesn't have a brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The smile is the most frequently used facial expression. A smile can use anywhere from a pair of 5 to 53 facial muscles.&lt;br /&gt;The slowest growing finger nail is on the thumb nail and the fastest growing is the finger nail on the middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;The sensitivity of a woman's middle finger is reduced during menstruation.&lt;br /&gt;The same amount of calories are burned by doing 6 sessions that are 5 minutes each of an activity and doing 1 session of that activity for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The pectin that is found in apples aids in lowering cholesterol levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wild turkeys can run at speeds of up to 25 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Franklin wanted the national bird to be a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;A spooked turkey can run at speeds up to 20 miles per hour. They can also burst into flight approaching speeds between 50-55 mph in a matter of seconds. So close, yet so far&lt;br /&gt;A wild turkey has excellent vision and hearing. Their field of vision is about 270 degrees. This is the main reason they continue to elude some hunters.&lt;br /&gt;Gobbling starts before sunrise and can continue through most of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-7889853895445825519?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/7889853895445825519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=7889853895445825519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7889853895445825519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7889853895445825519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing-facts.html' title='Amazing Facts'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb_295RwJyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QWvA_-God54/s72-c/297977852_275886411e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-8003936089888075445</id><published>2009-03-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:13:21.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3sOz0SgrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vjjL0BRA9u4/s1600-h/laughing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3sOz0SgrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vjjL0BRA9u4/s320/laughing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313662874538902194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It can buy a House&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not a Home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can buy a Bed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not Sleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  can buy a Clock&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you a Book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not  Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It can buy you a Position&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not Respect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you  Medicine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;It can buy you Blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But not Life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you  see, Money isn't everything. And it often causes pain and suffering.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I tell  you all this because I am your Friend, and as your Friend I want to take away  your pain and suffering...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So send me all your money and I will suffer  for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A more true Friend you will never find:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-8003936089888075445?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/8003936089888075445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=8003936089888075445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/8003936089888075445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/8003936089888075445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3sOz0SgrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vjjL0BRA9u4/s72-c/laughing.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-3821678032842530095</id><published>2009-03-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:12:03.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Friendship Forever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3lzYAz9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0JjZIFpPRGU/s1600-h/FRENDZ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313655806148998738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3lzYAz9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0JjZIFpPRGU/s320/FRENDZ.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; MARGIN-LEFT: 8px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#800000;"&gt;Two inseparable friends, Sam and Jason, met with an accident on their way to Boston City. The following morning, Jason woke up blind and Sam was still unconscious. Dr. Berkeley was standing at his bedside looking at his health chart and medications with a thoughtful expression on his face. When he saw Sam awake, he beamed at him and asked." How are you feeling today Sam?" Sam tried to put up a brave face and smiled back saying, "absolutely wonderful Doctor. I am very grateful for all that you have done for me. "Dr Berkeley was moved at Sam's deed. All that he could say was, "You are a very brave man Sam and God will make it up to you in one way or another". While he was moving on to the next patient, Sam called back at him almost pleading, "promise me you won't tell Jason anything".&lt;br /&gt;"You know I won't do that. Trust me." and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you " whispered Sam. He smiled and looked up in prayer " I hope I live up to your ideas...please give me the strength to be able to go through this..Amen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later when Jason had recuperated considerably, he stopped hanging around with Sam. He felt discouraged and embarrassed to spend time with a disabled person like Sam.&lt;br /&gt;Sam was lonely and disheartened ,since he didn't have any body else other than Jason to count on. Things went from bad to worse. And one day Sam died in despair. When Jason was called on his burial, he found a letter waiting for him. Dr Berkeley gave it to him with an expressionless face and said" This is for you Jason. Sam had asked me to give it to you when he was gone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the letter he had said: " Dear Jason, I have kept my promise in the end to lend you my eyes if anything had happened to them. Now there is nothing more that I can ask from God, than the fact ,that will see the world through my eyes. You will always be my best friend........Sam".&lt;br /&gt;When he had finished reading Dr. Berkeley said " I had promised Sam to keep his sacrifice he made a secret from you. But now I wish I didn't stick it Because I don't think It was worthy it" .&lt;br /&gt;All that was left for Jason while he stood there was tears of regret and memories of Sam for the rest of his life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Lesson of the story: No matter what If we make a friend, we should stick by him till the end. Life is meaningless without a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-3821678032842530095?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/3821678032842530095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=3821678032842530095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3821678032842530095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3821678032842530095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship-forever.html' title='...Friendship Forever..'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb3lzYAz9lI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0JjZIFpPRGU/s72-c/FRENDZ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-3335529620861553844</id><published>2009-03-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:02:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we heading ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1eV0Hm_VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p72gZmkYbJU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1eV0Hm_VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p72gZmkYbJU/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313506864227876178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more but enjoy it less. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We drink too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; We've added years to life, not life to years. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; We've done larger things, but not better things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but, lower morals. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; We've become long on quantity, but short on quality. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. Where are we heading ....?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:fuchsia;" &gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.  But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 114);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:fuchsia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family an unwise investment indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;So what is the morale of the story????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:fuchsia;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:fuchsia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;Don't work too hard... and you know what's the full word of family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER, (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:13;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-3335529620861553844?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/3335529620861553844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=3335529620861553844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3335529620861553844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3335529620861553844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-we-heading.html' title='Where are we heading ??'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1eV0Hm_VI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p72gZmkYbJU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-5952450673226775959</id><published>2009-03-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:00:15.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Sand and Stone~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1QItJ5fGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-uEPmHLCRTg/s1600-h/40_cartoon41lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313491245857340514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1QItJ5fGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-uEPmHLCRTg/s320/40_cartoon41lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?"&lt;br /&gt;The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND, AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-5952450673226775959?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/5952450673226775959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=5952450673226775959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/5952450673226775959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/5952450673226775959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/sand-and-stone.html' title='~Sand and Stone~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1QItJ5fGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-uEPmHLCRTg/s72-c/40_cartoon41lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-4036493172257405735</id><published>2009-03-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:55:00.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain StOry=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1HL4jxT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CDkVkS_d2qk/s1600-h/2011626883_242eb5c658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313481404853604178" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1HL4jxT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CDkVkS_d2qk/s320/2011626883_242eb5c658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1HL4jxT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CDkVkS_d2qk/s1600-h/2011626883_242eb5c658.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A son and his father were walking on the mountains.Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"He receives the answer: "Who are you?"And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"The voice answers: "I admire you!"Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"He receives the answer: "Coward!"He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"The voice answers: "You are a champion!"The boy is surprised, but does not understand.Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;Life will give you back everything you have given to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;" YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-4036493172257405735?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/4036493172257405735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=4036493172257405735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/4036493172257405735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/4036493172257405735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/mountain-story.html' title='Mountain StOry=)'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1HL4jxT1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CDkVkS_d2qk/s72-c/2011626883_242eb5c658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-1029353538172969953</id><published>2009-03-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:08:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....LOve and Time......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1Dum1JmvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOHFttHmwY/s1600-h/207208396_5039901a5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313477603343571698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1Dum1JmvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOHFttHmwY/s320/207208396_5039901a5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!""I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you.""Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her. Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?""It was Time," Knowledge answered."Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-1029353538172969953?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/1029353538172969953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=1029353538172969953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1029353538172969953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1029353538172969953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-and-time.html' title='....LOve and Time......'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb1Dum1JmvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UOHFttHmwY/s72-c/207208396_5039901a5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-3056366531727705082</id><published>2009-03-15T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:42:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=The girl and the dOll=</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb091ipd1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9lGhEzyX6EA/s1600-h/2504657501_333aec69ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313471125410141714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb091ipd1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9lGhEzyX6EA/s320/2504657501_333aec69ac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A little girl named Emily looked around at the large trees that surround her as she walk along a long path within a large forest. A smile came to her lips as she watched a group of small birds fly off the branch above her and small lines of sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees for a brief second as they passed through. Soon it was dark again, but she felt no fear as she knew she was close to home. She quickened her pace until something caught her eye and she stopped. There was something white sticking out of one of the many bushes that lined the path. Out of curiosity, Emily slowly starts to walk towards it and as she got closer, she saw something red next to it. As she slowly stepped forward and looked around the bush, the smile returns to her face when she sees a small doll lying against the long green grass. It had long red hair that went down to its waist and it wore a blue dress along with silver high-heel shoes. It was like a doll version of Emily herself and she immediately picked it up and brought it home with her. She snuck past her parents, because she knew they wouldn't approve of her bringing the doll home with her. As she entered her room, she placed the doll in her closet and left it in there. Night started to fall and that was when Emily heard a voice coming from within the closet. She sat up and was immediately frightened. 'Don't be frightened Emily' the voice said in a sweet voice, 'You're my friend, come here and play with me' Emily didn't move and the voice lost some of its calmness. 'Emily, don't make me come to you'. Emily slowly pulled her blanket down and took a deep sigh before climbing out of bed and walking towards the closet, opening the door slowly. The next morning, Emily's mother called her down for breakfast. But she didn't come down, and after five minutes, the mother started to get worried and she walked up the stairs. When she opened the door and looked inside, she didn't see Emily and that only increased her concern for her little girl. She looked all around the room, from under the bed to outside the window and then finally, the closet. She opened the door and let out a loud scream. The father came up the stairs quickly, only to be met with the same horrible sight that the mother had seen. Emily was hanging from the roof of the closet by a chain that was wrapped around her neck, dead. Her eyes had been plucked out, her stomach ripped open and her fingers and toes sewn together. Blood covered every part of the closet, some still dripping. The doll was the only thing not covered and it was lying there, looking innocent. Right next to it was a dagger and a sewing needle and also a note that said 'Come play with me' The door behind the parents shut close and the doll lifted it's head... a smile on it's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-3056366531727705082?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/3056366531727705082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=3056366531727705082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3056366531727705082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/3056366531727705082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/girl-and-doll.html' title='=The girl and the dOll='/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb091ipd1hI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9lGhEzyX6EA/s72-c/2504657501_333aec69ac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-2392740644924009127</id><published>2009-03-15T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T07:27:34.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~the sweater~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb0QOq_IpXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwjuQ69thHg/s1600-h/2353319124_2ac3c4121e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313420979610363250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb0QOq_IpXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwjuQ69thHg/s320/2353319124_2ac3c4121e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;There once was a guy who had a lot of work. We had so much work that he never had time to hang out and relax. Then one of his friends asked him to go to his party. “I’ll think about it,” he said. Days had passed and he thought he should have a day off, so he decided to go to the party.On the day of the party, while he was on his way, he saw this beautiful young lady who happened to be going the same way he was. He stopped and asked her if she wanted a ride. They were staring at each other for a while and finally she replied,” I would love to.” So they went to the party and had a good time. They sat down and the girl was getting cold, so he offered his sweater to keep her warm. Later that night, the guy wanted to go home because he needed to rest for work tomorrow. The young lady went with him. A few minutes later they were by a dark street filled with dead trees. The lady said, ”You can drop me off here because I live by the house over there.” A while later, he was home and he was thinking of the beautiful lady he had met. Then he remembered his sweater that he had lent to her. He went back to the lady’s house to ask for his sweater. The lady’s father answered the door, and he was dressed in black. The father asked what the guy wanted and the guy replied with,” I lent your daughter my sweater. May I have it back?” The father was silent after hearing the question, then a while later he said to go with him in the back yard. The guy followed him to the back and was surprised because he saw a coffin. “Who died,” he asked and the father sadly replied. The guy was surprised about the answer.He got closer and saw a picture of the very same lady he had gone with to his friend’s party. And guess what else he found on her? That’s right, his sweater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-2392740644924009127?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/2392740644924009127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=2392740644924009127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2392740644924009127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/2392740644924009127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweater.html' title='~the sweater~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sb0QOq_IpXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NwjuQ69thHg/s72-c/2353319124_2ac3c4121e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-7578434999063959670</id><published>2009-03-15T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T05:33:52.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better tO be a bOy or a girl??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sbz1C84DVtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5vlJr8wAMuk/s1600-h/cute-miut+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313391091440113362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sbz1C84DVtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5vlJr8wAMuk/s320/cute-miut+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it is better to be a boy than a girl?in my opinion, both have their advantages and disadvantages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;a boy enjoy more freedom than a girl.that is the first advantage of being a boy. a boy can do a lot of things and go ti many places without being asked all sorts of questions. on the other hand, a girl is usually interrogated for every action of hers. the reason is a girl is very weak and easy to hurt physically or emotionally while a boy is not. however, being a boy has its disadvantages too. the first is being the so-called stronger sex, taking care of the family will fall squarely on his shoulder when he grows up. so, although it is perfectly all right for a girl to stay at home and not work, a boy is expected to work and support the family.if he does no fulfil thid duty, he will earn the contempt of the community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;being a girl has its advantages too. since a girl is considered the weaker sex, she is exempted from doing many things. she does not not have to go out to work to support the family.a girl is also treated with gentleness.the disadvantages of being a girl is not given much prestige.she does not have much say in the decision-making process of the family.normally she has to accept what the male members decide for her.another disadvantages of being a girl is that she has to bear children while a boy does not. carrying a child to full term is very troublesome and giving birth can be very painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;after considering the pros and cons of both being a boy and being a girl, i can conclude that both have their own advantage ang disadvantages..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-7578434999063959670?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/7578434999063959670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=7578434999063959670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7578434999063959670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/7578434999063959670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-to-be-boy-or-girl.html' title='Better tO be a bOy or a girl??'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/Sbz1C84DVtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5vlJr8wAMuk/s72-c/cute-miut+(22).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-1361226362217036192</id><published>2009-02-28T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:06:16.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Color symbolism and personality...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SakzmwF47jI/AAAAAAAAADw/lAXboOhLTZ0/s1600-h/color+pencil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SakzmwF47jI/AAAAAAAAADw/lAXboOhLTZ0/s320/color+pencil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307830376670490162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red symbolizes : action, confidence, courage, vitality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pink symbolizes:love, beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Brown symbolizes: earth, order, convention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; symbolizes: vitality with endurance  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gold symbolizes: Wealth, prosperity, wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow symbolizes: wisdom, joy, happiness, intellectual energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green symbolizes: life, nature, fertility, well being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue symbolizes: youth, spirituality, truth, peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Purple symbolizes: Royalty, magic, myst&lt;/span&gt;ery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Indigo symbolizes: intuition, meditation, deep contemplation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;White symbolizes: Purity, Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Black symbolizes: Death, earth, stability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Gray symbolizes: Sorrow, security, maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-1361226362217036192?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/1361226362217036192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=1361226362217036192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1361226362217036192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/1361226362217036192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/02/color-symbolism-and-personality.html' title='...Color symbolism and personality...'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SakzmwF47jI/AAAAAAAAADw/lAXboOhLTZ0/s72-c/color+pencil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-9015981126001365135</id><published>2009-02-16T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:08:55.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~my BEST friend~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SZlzH38KIBI/AAAAAAAAADo/3hu-UQGkzaI/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303396615318020114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SZlzH38KIBI/AAAAAAAAADo/3hu-UQGkzaI/s320/ooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my best friend is a girl and she is the top student in my class.my best friend is very pretty but she does not seem to realise this fact or she chooses to ignore it..i have yet to see any other girl who can compare with her in good looks but she does not seem to place any important on this quality which other girls would died for it.to her what is important is knowledge and she works very hard to acquire it.her love of knowledge is the first reason why i like her very much. she is truly a beauty with brains. as everyone knows, good looks and intelligence are a most difficult combination to find in anybody.yet, my best friend makes nothing of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i also like my best friend very much because of her kindness. she has never said anything bad about anyone. she usually praises others and if she knows a person has done something bad, she will keep quiet and never reveal the bad thing the person has done. whenever a persons says somethings bad about another person, she will always say, "maybe that person as a good reason to act the way he or she acted. we must know the reason why a person is acting in certain way before we judge that person"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing that attracts me to her is her helpfulness.hardly a day goes by when she does not help someone. when a student does not know how to solve a methematical problem, the student will go to her for help. it is because of all her good qualities that i decided to become best friend with her. it is very difficult to find another person, boy or girl, who is as good as my best friend..do you want to know who's that person??? keep it as a secret..hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6255120518976739645-9015981126001365135?l=ayu146.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/feeds/9015981126001365135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6255120518976739645&amp;postID=9015981126001365135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/9015981126001365135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255120518976739645/posts/default/9015981126001365135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ayu146.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-best-friend.html' title='~my BEST friend~'/><author><name>are_you(",)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07658383810258329285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SXWocMT5erI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JIbfidh9p-U/S220/hepy+holiday.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SZlzH38KIBI/AAAAAAAAADo/3hu-UQGkzaI/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255120518976739645.post-455087998974202461</id><published>2009-02-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:57:08.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet memories in KMNS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__AUsv9GwYPM/SZBttyO99TI/AAAAAAAAACY/A5eq9CRELJI/s1600-h/kwn2+cyg+%28119%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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