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What does love mean? The answers &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. When my grandma got arthritis, she couldn&amp;#39;t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my grandpa does it for her now all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That&amp;#39;s &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;love.&lt;br&gt;Rebecca- age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;name is safe in their mouths.&lt;br&gt;Billy- age 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving Cologne and they go out and &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;smell each other.&lt;br&gt;Kari- age 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;them give you any of theirs.&lt;br&gt;Chrissy- age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Love is what makes you smile when you&amp;#39;re tired.&lt;br&gt;Terri- age 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;him, to make sure the taste is OK.&lt;br&gt;Danny- age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;be together and you talk more. My mommy and my daddy are like that. They look gross when  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;they kiss.&lt;br&gt;Emily- age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Love is what&amp;#39;s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.&lt;br&gt;Bobby- age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate. &lt;br&gt;Nikka- age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.&lt;br&gt;Noelle- age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;they know each other so well.&lt;br&gt;Tommy- age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12 During my piano recital, I was on stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn&amp;#39;t  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;scared anymore.&lt;br&gt;Cindy- age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don&amp;#39;t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;night.&lt;br&gt;Clare- age 6 (gotta love her)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken. &lt;br&gt;Elaney-age 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Robert Redford.&lt;br&gt;Chris- age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day. &lt;br&gt;Mary Ann- age 4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.&lt;br&gt;Karen- age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18 Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and doesn&amp;#39;t think it&amp;#39;s gross. &lt;br&gt;Mark- age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. You really shouldn&amp;#39;t say I LOVE YOU unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;say it a lot. People forget.&lt;br&gt;Jessica- age 8 (priceless)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the winner was ****&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; A 4 year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the man&amp;#39;s yard and climbed on &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top of the man&amp;#39;s lap and just sat there. When the boy&amp;#39;s mother asked him what he&amp;#39;d said to  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the neighbor, the little boy said, &amp;quot;Nothing, I just helped him cry.&amp;quot; &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there&amp;#39;s a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Because at that age, you don&amp;#39;t have to work&lt;br&gt;anymore, and you can spend all your time loving each other in &lt;br&gt;your bedroom.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Judy, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Once I&amp;#39;m done with kindergarten, I&amp;#39;m going to find me a wife!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Tom, age 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Do Most People Do On A Date?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that&lt;br&gt;usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Mike, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When Is It Okay To Kiss Someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You should never kiss a girl unless you have enough bucks to&lt;br&gt;buy her a big ring and her own VCR, &amp;#39;cause she&amp;#39;ll want to have&lt;br&gt;videos of the wedding.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; -Jim, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Never kiss in front of other people. It&amp;#39;s a big embarrassing&lt;br&gt;thing if anybody sees you. But if nobody sees you, I might be&lt;br&gt;willing to try it with a handsome boy, but just for a few&lt;br&gt;hours.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Kally, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Great Debate: Is It Better To Be Single Or Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need&lt;br&gt;somebody to clean up after them!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Lynette, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It gives me a headache to think about that stuff. I&amp;#39;m just a&lt;br&gt;kid. I don&amp;#39;t need that kind of trouble.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Kenny, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Concerning Why Love Happens Between Two Particular People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No one is sure why it happens, but I heard it has something to&lt;br&gt;do with how you smell. That&amp;#39;s why perfume and deodorant are so &lt;br&gt;popular.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Jan, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I think you&amp;#39;re supposed to get shot with an arrow or&lt;br&gt;something, but the rest of it isn&amp;#39;t supposed to be so painful.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Harlen, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;One of the people has freckles and so he finds somebody else &lt;br&gt;who has freckles too.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Andrew, age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On What Falling In Love Is Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Like an avalanche where you have to run for your life.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Roger, age 9&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If falling in love is anything like learning how to spell, I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t want to do it. It takes too long.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Leo, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On The Role Of Good Looks In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If you want to be loved by somebody who isn&amp;#39;t already in your&lt;br&gt;family, it doesn&amp;#39;t hurt to be beautiful.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Jeanne, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It isn&amp;#39;t always just how you look. Look at me. I&amp;#39;m handsome &lt;br&gt;like anything and I haven&amp;#39;t got anybody to marry me yet.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Gary, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Beauty is skin deep. But how rich you are can last a long&lt;br&gt;time.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Christine, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Concerning Why Lovers Often Hold Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They want to make sure their rings don&amp;#39;t fall off because they&lt;br&gt;paid good money for them.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Dave, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They are just practicing for when they might have to walk down &lt;br&gt;the aisle someday and do the holy matchimony thing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-John, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confidential Opinions About Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m in favor of love as long as it doesn&amp;#39;t happen when &amp;#39;The &lt;br&gt;Simpsons&amp;#39; is on television.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Anita, age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Love will find you, even if you are trying to hide from it. I&lt;br&gt;have been trying to hide from it since I was five, but the&lt;br&gt;girls keep finding me.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Bobby, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not rushing into being in love. I&amp;#39;m finding fourth grade&lt;br&gt;hard enough.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Regina, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Love is foolish ... but I still might try it sometime.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Floyd, age 9 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Personal Qualities Necessary To Be A Good Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;One of you should know how to write a check. Because, even if&lt;br&gt;you have tons of love, there is still going to be a lot of &lt;br&gt;bills.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Ava, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sensitivity don&amp;#39;t hurt.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Robbie, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Surefire Ways To Make A Person Fall In Love With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell them that you own a whole bunch of candy stores.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Del, age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do things like have smelly, green sneakers. You might&lt;br&gt;get attention, but attention ain&amp;#39;t the same thing as love.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Alonzo, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;One way is to take the girl out to eat. Make sure it&amp;#39;s &lt;br&gt;something she likes to eat. French fries usually works for me.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Bart, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yell out that you love them at the top of your lungs...and&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t worry if their parents are right there.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; -Manuel, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Can You Tell If Two Adults Eating Dinner At A Restaurant Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just see if the man picks up the check. That&amp;#39;s how you can &lt;br&gt;tell if he&amp;#39;s in love.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-John, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Lovers will just be staring at each other and their food will&lt;br&gt;get cold. Other people care more about the food.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Brad, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s love if they order one of those desserts that are on &lt;br&gt;fire. They like to order those because it&amp;#39;s just like how their&lt;br&gt;hearts are... on fire.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Christine, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Romantic adults usually are all dressed up, so if they are&lt;br&gt;just wearing jeans it might mean they used to go out or they &lt;br&gt;just broke up.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Sarah, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;See if the man has lipstick on his face.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Sandra, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Most People Are Thinking When They Say &amp;quot;I Love You&amp;quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The person is thinking: Yeah, I really do love him. But I hope&lt;br&gt;he showers at least once a day.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Michelle, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Some lovers might be real nervous, so they are glad that they&lt;br&gt; finally got it out and said it and now they can go eat.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Dick, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Do People In Love Typically Behave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mooshy... like puppy dogs... except puppy dogs don&amp;#39;t wag their &lt;br&gt;tails nearly as much.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Arnold, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;All of a sudden, the people get movie fever so they can sit&lt;br&gt;together in the dark.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Sherm, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How A Person Learns To Kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You learn it right on the spot when the gooshy feelings get&lt;br&gt;the best of you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Doug, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It might help to watch soap operas all day.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Carin, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You can have a big rehearsal with your Barbie and Ken dolls.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Julia, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Was Kissing Invented?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know one reason that kissing was created. It makes you feel&lt;br&gt;warm all over, and they didn&amp;#39;t always have electric heat or &lt;br&gt;fireplaces or even stoves in their houses.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Gina, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Is It Okay To Kiss Someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s never okay to kiss a boy. They always slobber all over &lt;br&gt;you... That&amp;#39;s why I stopped doing it.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Jean, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;When they&amp;#39;re rich.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Pam, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If it&amp;#39;s your mother, you can kiss her anytime. But if it&amp;#39;s a&lt;br&gt;new person, you have to ask permission.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Roger, age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Make Love Endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Spend most of your time loving instead of going to work.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Tom, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t forget your wife&amp;#39;s name... That will mess up the love.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Roger, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Be a good kisser. It might make your wife forget that you&lt;br&gt;never take out the trash.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Randy, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t say you love somebody and then change your mind... Love&lt;br&gt; isn&amp;#39;t like picking what movie you want to watch.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Natalie, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titles Of The Love Ballads You Can Sing To Your Beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;How Do I Love Thee When You&amp;#39;re Always Picking Your Nose?&amp;#39;&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;-Arnold, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;You Are My Darling Even Though You Also Know My Sister.&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Larry, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;I Love Hamburgers, I Like You!&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Eddie, age 6&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;I Am in Love with You Most of the Time, but Don&amp;#39;t Bother Me &lt;br&gt;When I&amp;#39;m with My Friends.&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Bob, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&amp;#39;Hey, Baby, I Don&amp;#39;t like Girls but I&amp;#39;m Willing to Forget You&lt;br&gt;Are One!&amp;#39;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-Will, age 7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love &lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there&amp;#39;s a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19575701-5417316627002759156?l=4kanthari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4kanthari.blogspot.com/feeds/5417316627002759156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19575701&amp;postID=5417316627002759156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19575701/posts/default/5417316627002759156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19575701/posts/default/5417316627002759156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4kanthari.blogspot.com/2007/03/kabhi-kabhi-mere-dil-mein-khayaal-aata.html' title='Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayaal aata hai'/><author><name>bp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19575701.post-117164309813860248</id><published>2007-02-16T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T08:24:58.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Luck Quotient: 87%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howluckyareyouquiz/luck-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an extremely high luck quotient.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you consider yourself lucky, probably everyone you know does too.&lt;br /&gt;But you're smart enough to know that you've mostly made your own luck.&lt;br /&gt;By being positive, open, and flexible, a lot of luck has come your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howluckyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Lucky Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya's family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya's family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends "If I pass away please burn me with my handphone" she also said the same thing to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her death, people cant carry her coffin, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the coffin, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called their neighbour, a "bomoh" from Thailand (pak Darin), who is a friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly. After a few minutes, he said "this girl misses something here". then her friends told Darin about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the coffin and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the coffin. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. (can u feel the fear. I'm shaking at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priya's parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya's mom. Shankar :...."Atte, I'm coming home today. Cook something nice for me. Dont tell Priya that I'm coming home today, i wanna surprise her." Her mother replied....."You come home first, i wanna tell you something very important." after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said "dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense". then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said... "Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar's phone rang. "see this is from Priya, see this..." he showed the phone to priya's family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya &amp; there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the coffin they were so shocked and asked for pak Darin's help again. pak Darin brought his master (tok Chen) to solve this matter. He &amp;amp; Darin worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing...&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;&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;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUTCH has the best coverage :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wherever you go, our network follows!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/521226/8701-043-05-1042b.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/348211/8701-043-02-1021.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/276695/8701-043-02-1021.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/574157/8701-012-23-1042.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/513306/8701-012-23-1042.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/649962/8701-004-94-1042.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/7444/8701-004-64-1047.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/7241/8701-002-38-1062.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/914856/8701-002-38-1062.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/476453/8701-002-75-1042.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/400/254409/8701-002-75-1042.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some one because you think that he or she is really gorgeous ...&lt;br /&gt;then it's not love..&lt;br /&gt;it's  -  Infatuation . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some one because you think that you shouldn't leave him because&lt;br /&gt;others think that you shouldn't ... then it's not love..&lt;br /&gt;it's  -  compromise . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some one because you cannot leave him thinking that it would hurt his&lt;br /&gt;feelings ..&lt;br /&gt;then it's not love ..&lt;br /&gt;it's  -  charity . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some one because you share every thing with him ...&lt;br /&gt;then it's not love..&lt;br /&gt;it's  -  friendship . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you feel the pain of the other person more than him even when he is stable&lt;br /&gt;and you cry for him ..&lt;br /&gt;that's  -  LOVE . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get attracted to other people but stay with him without any regrets..&lt;br /&gt;that's  -  LOVE . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/866/1940/1600/370564/hearts_shinered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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Give me the number for 911!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Oh, so they have internet on computers now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Bart, with $10,000, we'd be millionaires! We could buy all kinds of useful things like...love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Son, if you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They're about to announce the lottery numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Well, it's 1 a.m. Better go home and spend some quality time with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Maybe, just once, someone will call me 'Sir' without adding, 'You're making a scene.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Marge, don't discourage the boy! Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Doughnuts. Is there anything they can't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Lisa, if you don't like your job you don't strike. You just go in every day and do it really half-assed. That's the American way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When will I learn? The answer to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a bottle, they're on TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Son, when you participate in sporting events, it's not whether you win or lose: it's how drunk you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won't be back for ten minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# [Meeting Aliens] Please don't eat me! I have a wife and kids. Eat them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# What do we need a psychiatrist for? We know our kid is nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Marge, you're as beautiful as Princess Leia and as smart as Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor, and it's time to snatch your mother from his neon claws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces, I just know they're about to jab me with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm having the best day of my life, and I owe it all to not going to Church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Lisa, if the Bible has taught us nothing else, and it hasn't, it's that girls should stick to girls sports, such as hot oil wrestling and foxy boxing and such and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love my kids. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to Hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Getting out of jury duty is easy. The trick is to say you're prejudiced against all races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# It's not easy to juggle a pregnant wife and a troubled child, but somehow I managed to fit in eight hours of TV a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Lisa, Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything, Kent. 14% of people know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Remember that postcard Grandpa sent us from Florida of that Alligator biting that woman's bottom? That's right, we all thought it was hilarious. But, it turns out we were wrong. That alligator was sexually harrassing that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Old people don't need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Homer no function beer well without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is -- and it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# If something goes wrong at the plant, blame the guy who can't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm never going to be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I like my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals flaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# [Looking at a globe map...country being Uruguay]&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee! Look at this country! 'You-are-gay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# All my life I've had one dream, to achieve my many goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dad, you've done a lot of great things, but you're a very old man, and old people are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I think Smithers picked me because of my motivational skills. Everyone says they have to work a lot harder when I’m around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Dear Lord.. The gods have been good to me. For the first time in my life, everything is absolutely perfect just the way it is. So here's the deal: You freeze everything the way it is, and I won't ask for anything more. If that is OK, please give me absolutely no sign. OK, deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# That's it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I'm going to clown college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# Beer: The cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# If something's hard to do, then it's not worth doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# I'm in no condition to drive...wait! I shouldn't listen to myself, I'm drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 'To Start Press Any Key'. Where's the ANY key?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake&lt;br&gt;Up after it...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and&lt;br&gt;There I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really &lt;br&gt;Play with such expensive toys. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small &lt;br&gt;Boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest.&lt;br&gt;He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked &lt;br&gt;So sad. I wondered who was this doll for. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Then the  little boy&lt;br&gt;Turned to the old woman next to him, &amp;quot; Granny, are you sure I don't have&lt;br&gt;Enough money?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;The old lady replied, &amp;quot; You know that you don't have&lt;br&gt;Enough money to buy this doll, my dear.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while&lt;br&gt;  She went to look around. She left quickly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him &lt;br&gt;Who did he want to give this doll to.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot; It is the doll  that my sister loved most and wanted&lt;br&gt;So much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would &lt;br&gt;Bring it to her.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it&lt;br&gt;To her, after all, and not to worry. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;But he replied to me sadly. &amp;quot; No, Santa Claus can not&lt;br&gt;Bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my &lt;br&gt;Mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there.&amp;quot; His eyes &lt;br&gt;Were so sad while saying this. &amp;quot; My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says&lt;br&gt;That Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she  &lt;br&gt;Could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at&lt;br&gt;Me and said, &amp;quot; I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him &lt;br&gt;To wait until I come back from the supermarket.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he&lt;br&gt;Was laughing. He then told me, &amp;quot; I also want mummy to take this photo&lt;br&gt;With her so that she will not forget me.&amp;quot; I love my mummy and I wish &lt;br&gt;She doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be  &lt;br&gt;With my little sister.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes,  very&lt;br&gt;Quietly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes&lt;br&gt;And said to the boy, &amp;quot;What if we checked again, just in case if you  &lt;br&gt;Have enough money?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&amp;quot; Ok,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot; I hope that I have enough.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;I added some of my money to his without him seeing &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  And we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even &lt;br&gt;Some spare money. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;The little boy said, &amp;quot; Thank you God for giving me &lt;br&gt;Enough money.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Then he looked at me and added, &amp;quot; I asked yesterday &lt;br&gt;Before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll&lt;br&gt;So that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me.&amp;quot; &amp;quot; I also &lt;br&gt;Wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't &lt;br&gt;Dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and&lt;br&gt;The white rose.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&amp;quot; You know, my mummy loves white rose.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I &lt;br&gt;Left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally &lt;br&gt;Different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my &lt;br&gt;Mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days&lt;br&gt;Ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car &lt;br&gt;Where there was one young lady and a little girl. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;The little girl died&lt;br&gt;Right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had  &lt;br&gt;To decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, &lt;br&gt;Because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma. &lt;br&gt;Was this the family of the little boy?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I&lt;br&gt;Read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. &lt;br&gt;I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of  &lt;br&gt;White roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the  young &lt;br&gt;Woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her  &lt;br&gt;Hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her &lt;br&gt;Chest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;I left the place crying, feeling that my life had  &lt;br&gt;Been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his&lt;br&gt;Mother and his sister is still , to that day, hard to imagine. And in &lt;br&gt;A fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;---------------------------End------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#6600cc" face="verdana"&gt;&amp;quot; Take time to appreciate what you Have now.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span width="1" style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. &amp;quot;Are you doing something?&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Have you eaten already?&amp;quot; are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; but they can't. And they sure have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many  &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; and it is drinking! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like &amp;quot;You know what?! ..Uh...never mind!&amp;quot; Would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged &amp;quot;umm&amp;quot; or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. When a girl says &amp;quot;no&amp;quot;, a guy hears it as &amp;quot;try again tomorrow.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Guys hate gays! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28 You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, &amp;quot;Please come and listen to me&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;59. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;72. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;73. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement &amp;quot;Get lost&amp;quot; too well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed of you or he's criticizing you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt; things&lt;/span&gt;. Not their hair!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;99&lt;/span&gt;. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The virus becomes HIV-1 the most widespread form found today &lt;br&gt;1959&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The world's first known case of AIDS has been traced to a sample of blood plasma from a man who died in the Democratic Republic of Congo in 1959&lt;br&gt;1960s&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• HIV-2, which is restricted to West Africa, is thought to have transferred to people from sooty mangabey monkeys in Guinea-Bissau during the 1960s &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• A genetic analysis of HIV in 2003 suggests that it may have first arrived in the United States in about 1968&lt;br&gt;1970s&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• During the 1970s it continues to spread undetected in the US and around the world - the pandemic has begun &lt;br&gt;1981&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• A high prevalence of both a rare type of skin cancer - Kaposi's Sarcoma - and pneumonia are found in young gay men in New York and California, US. These are the first documented cases of AIDS. By the end of the year 121 people are known to have died from the mysterious affliction &lt;br&gt;1982&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) scientists, in Atlanta, US, predict that the immune system disorder affecting gay men is due to an infection. They establish the term Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) and determine that aside from gay men, other groups at risk are injecting drug users, people of Haitian origin and haemophiliacs &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• By 1982 AIDS had been detected on five continents&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• It is revealed that a wasting disorder known in Africa as "slim disease" is a form of AIDS&lt;br&gt;1983&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• AIDS epidemics are developing in Europe: one in gay men who have visited the US, another in people with links to central Africa &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Investigations begin into the occurrence of AIDS in Rwanda, Zaire and other African nations&lt;br&gt;1984&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Using recently developed techniques, the retrovirus responsible for AIDS is independently discovered by Luc Montagnier of the Pasteur Institute in Paris, France, and Robert Gallo of the National Cancer Institute in Washington DC, US. It is later named the human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Cases of AIDS passed on through heterosexual intercourse begin to appear&lt;br&gt;1985&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The first International AIDS conference is held in Atlanta, US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Following the previous year's discovery of the HIV virus, the first HIV test is licensed by the US Food and Drug Administration (FDA) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• US blood banks are screened for the virus&lt;br&gt;1987&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• AZT (zidovudine), the first antiretroviral drug, becomes available to treat HIV sufferers after a successful clinical trial. The drug works by blocking the action of HIV's enzyme reverse transcriptase, stopping the virus from replicating in cells. AZT slows down the course of AIDS, delaying death &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• By 1987, 16,908 people have died from AIDS in the US. In total 71,751 cases of AIDS had been reported to the World Health Organization (WHO), 47,022 in the US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Estimating that as many as 5 to 10 million people could be infected with HIV worldwide, the WHO launches its Global Programme on AIDS &lt;br&gt;1988&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• WHO declares the first World AIDS Day on 1 December&lt;br&gt;1991&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The red ribbon becomes an international symbol of AIDS awareness&lt;br&gt;1992&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• In the US, AIDS becomes the leading cause of death for 24 to 44 year old men &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The first combination drug therapies for HIV are introduced, when the US FDA approves the use of the ddC, which also blocks reverse transcriptase, alongside AZT. HIV drug cocktails are more effective and the multi-pronged attacks slow down the development of drug resistance &lt;br&gt;1994&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Using AZT to reduce the transmission of HIV from pregnant women to unborn fetuses is recommended in the US. A study shows it cuts the rate of maternal transmission to 8% - in women taking a placebo the rate was 25% &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Over 12 after the discovery of AIDS, the US government launches its first national media campaign explicitly promoting condoms&lt;br&gt;1995&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Saquinavir, a new type of protease inhibitor drug, becomes available to treat &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• HIV. These drugs result in defective HIV forming, which cannot infect new cells. This new more powerful drug heralds the start of Highly Active Antiretroviral Therapy (HAART) - a combination therapy regimen using a "cocktail" of drugs &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• One million cases of AIDS have been reported to the WHO, 19.5 million people have been infected with HIV since the epidemic began&lt;br&gt;1996&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The International AIDS Vaccine Initiative (IAVI) - a non-profit organisation based in New York City - is set up to speed the search for an HIV vaccine &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• 90% of all people infected with HIV now live in the developing world&lt;br&gt;1997&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Annual US death rates from AIDS dramatically fall for the first time, due to the introduction of HAART&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• UN announces that 40 million children could have lost one or both parents to AIDS by 2010 &lt;br&gt;1998&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• The first full-scale trial of a vaccine against HIV begins in the US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Two teams of researchers begin developing vaccines targeted against the strains of HIV prevalent in sub-Saharan Africa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; • An HIV strain resistant to all protease inhibitor drugs currently on the market turns up in San Francisco. Unusual side effects, such as the growth of fatty pads and heart problems, are occurring in some users of protease inhibitors &lt;br&gt;1999&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Edward Hooper releases his book, The River, which accuses doctors who tested a polio vaccine in 1950s Africa of unintentionally starting the AIDS epidemic. The idea is rejected in 2001 by a wide group of researchers &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• 33 million people are infected with HIV, and 14 million have died of AIDS worldwide&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• AIDS becomes the fourth biggest killer worldwide&lt;br&gt;2001&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• An Indian company starts to sell discounted copies of expensive patented AIDS drugs to a medical charity in Africa. The move forces some pharmaceutical companies to slash prices &lt;br&gt;2003&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Five million people are newly infected with AIDS during 2003, the greatest number in one year since the epidemic began. Three million die from AIDS in the same year&lt;br&gt;2004&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• A vaccine for AIDS is still years away, warns the IAVI. Less than 3% of all money devoted to AIDS goes towards developing a vaccine for the disease &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• HIV blocking microbicides go on trial. The vaginal creams may provide a powerful weapon against the spread of HIV. Animal studies show some prevent infection in up to 75% of cases&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• A drug that stops the HIV virus from stitching itself into human chromosomes is found to fight AIDS in an animal study. In the face of emerging drug-resistant HIV strains, the find could offer a new approach &lt;br&gt;2005&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• Around 40 million people are infected with AIDS worldwide&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;• A highly resistant strain of HIV linked to rapid progression to AIDS is identified in New York City, US&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sources: New Scientist, WHO, UNAIDS, New York Times, The Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation, AIDS Action, AVERT &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 　　　　　　　　　　　　　♥　　　　　　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 　　　　　　　　♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  　　　　　　♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 　　　　♥　　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ♥　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　♥&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 　　　　　　♥&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;　　　　　　♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥　　　　　　　　　&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  　　　　　　♥&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br&gt;Because Only You Can Change Hell Into Heaven By Your SweetNess&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;██████████████████████████████&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;████████████&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pattichaee ... kooooiiiii ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I like to present you with a balanced version ... there mayb or may not be ... Whats the rush? .. anyway we can find it out ourselves after we are dead ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Case-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Near death experiences(lets call it NED ;) ) are sooo common and there are various explanations proposed for them ... Do you know how a computer game is made? ... have you ever studied varios types of projection techniques in engineering drawing? ... isometric projection? ... does it ring any bell? ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our mind is a type of computer right? ... from our stereo scopic vision it reconstructs the entire room we see in 3D ... sound waves because of its high wavelength have less resolution in mapping our environment and less helpful ... Just like a computer draws up a character our mind draws up our body and our environment ... Under normal conditions everything works our perfectly ... with room perfectly recreated and our body placed in an optimal position governed by physical constraints ... normally we cant walk though doors? ... or float? ... right? ... or can we? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now what happens when a buggy driver is used to run a computer game? ... you will see slow motion and/or  &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=define%253Aartifacts&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;graphic artifacts &lt;/a&gt; ... why? ... the hardware was below the min. specs to run the level of program ... or the driver or OS must be buggy ... The first condition arises only during the manufacture of the thing ... we may safely say our mentally retarded brothers and people with downs syndrome as some examples ... The second condition arises due to a number of factors like psychological breakdown, artificial stimulation(drugs like LSD Cocaine etc) or natural causes hard wired into our brain ...  &lt;a href="http://4kanthari.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-u-already-know-how-much-i-love.html"&gt;psychological breakdown&lt;/a&gt; some may go mad ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are now interested only in natural causes ... two things needed to be fixed when seeing or hearing something ... first the room and secondly our position or our body ... during artificial simulation using drugs out of the body experiences, distorted colours and distorted perception of the surounding environment are commonly reported ... these are kinds of graphic artifacts while trying to run with a buggy driver ... second is drawing our body ... out of the body experience is caused by the inability of the system to fix our position within the constraints or laws of nature perceived by(or taught to) our mind earlier ... the result is ... the person will see the world from a different angle entirely different from where the body of the person should be(that is according to the physical laws of nature) ... Now consider the case of the missing limb ...  &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=define%253Aphantom+limb+pain&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;phantom limb pain&lt;/a&gt; ... this arises only because of some bugs in redrawing our physical self in this physical medium ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we are in a coma .. it never means we are not hearing or seeing things ... those senses or brain centeres which are not affected will be working perfectly ... coma means only motor activity is stopped ... we can never be sure if a person is perceiving this world as he should be ... sometimes lack of oxygen or some unknown factors or chemicals produced when a person nears his death may trigger a chain of events ...&amp;nbsp; we dream when we are asleep right? ... something like that ... only this time the dream will be governed or previously hardwired by his deep rooted belief about after life ... viewing visions he/she had never viewed before and which is stored only and only for when the door step of death arrives ... sometimes the person miraculously comes back ... only to recall and recite her once in a lifetime dream and make others wonder ... and make them believe in life after death ... or god ... or soul ... watever ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;these are only my views/thoughts ... opposing or supporting .. will post a supporting post later ... but i warn yall that everything will be from my view point ... had to go and finish something ... tc byeee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The hippocampus keeps strengthening the associations                            among these new elements until, after a while, it no                            longer needs to do so. The cortex will have learned                            to associate these various properties itself to reconstruct                            what we call a memory.&lt;br&gt;Soooo???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tnl.net/blog/2004/04/30/how-many-google-machines/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;What is the power of google supercomputer? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you see any connection?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Consider the current working model of google ... google introduced a revolutionary system into search engines ... that propelled google to the number one position in search business ... &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=define%253Apage+rank&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;  Page ranking system&lt;/a&gt; ... by which it measures the number of links pointing to a page and the quality of links to that page to arrive at a rank relevant to a specific page ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still able to see any connection?  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The pages indexed by google is assumed to be about 2-3 petabytes of data ... combine this huge memory capacity + a super computer of 250 teraflops + a highly dynamic and volatile network of links ... what do you see? ... i see an artificial intelligence in its infancy  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our Internet in existence today contains too much information ... much more than any one single person could understand or learn ... with the arrival of PHP ASP JSP and such dynamic web technologies , and search engines ; what we(humans) have created is a form of huge brain ... which could store huge amounts of information, which could reorganise from time to time, a highly dynamic network of links(like our neurons) which could strengthen and weaken the various links according to their importance, real time interaction with the external world(like our senses), real time study of various viruses unleashed ... who knows whether artificial intelligence had already came into existence? ... it mayb too smart to avoid being detected ... it must be waiting and plotting a perfect plot until humans became enslaved by machines ... it must be waiting for the time to come when not only robot dogs are there but human replicas which can be controlled independently without the need of humans ... the AI in existence today(provided one is already in place) must be waiting for the right time to arrive at which it can control our physical world without any human help ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;what if all the viruses we see are not generated by humans themselves? ... we mayb witnessing an AI trying and learning various tricks of the trade ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;machines are hardworking ... so we cant compete with them unless we get rid of our lazy genes and inefiiciencies in whatever way possible ... that is in short if ever we survive we will become machines ourselves ... in literal sense ... even nowadays what are we hearing and seeing? ... time is money ... competition everywhere ... what is the problem being faced by developed countries from emmigrant workers? ... they are hardworking ... and are willing to work like machines so the natives lose jobs ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hard work = no laziness &lt;br&gt;perfect hard work = no an ounce of laziness = machine &lt;br&gt;machine = working by strict rules governed by mathematical equations&lt;br&gt;in the future we will have to follow more and more strict rules in order to survive &lt;br&gt;so in the future if we ever survive ....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we will become machines ... or the machines will become us &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; the machines will replace us ... we will be over run by machines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that is the law survival of the fittest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If humans want to bask in the glory of being the favourite species of GOD and feels like a supreme being created in gods own image ... it may not last long .... one day the plates will turn and god may assume the form of a machine ... ofcourse because machines will be superior to us and .. if machines feels like machines are created in their creators image ... thats u humans ... machines can only assume the form of humanoids ... that will create a dilemma for the machines whom to worship ... their creator humans or their grandfather creator &amp;quot;gods of humans&amp;quot; ... that is our god ... :-/ ... and if we can assume this into the future or forward .. why cant we assume this backward? ... like gods having different levels ... a heiriarchal system of gods ... ok more about that later ... it a deep topic ;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now consider far into the future AI came into existence ... we created something (rem the movie jurassic park) ... The AI we created quickly got out of our control and disobeyed us (rem why god kicked adam out of the garden) ... we (humans) left earth giving a message to machines that they will be reunited with us if and only if they decides to obey us .. that is us their god .... ok? .... but we use to visit the earth to kno how our offsprings are doing and perform miracles(which appears as miracles to them) and send messages and messengers to revive their faith in us and reunite them with us ... simple? ... complex? .... essentially every religion teaches this right? ... whatever ... i dont care these are just my thoughts ... tc byee &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much.. &lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me &lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Talking to UNI, Kolkata Deputy Commissioner Detective Department Gyanwant Singh said: &amp;quot;The city police have probed at least three complaints the last of them from Bilaspur (Madhya Pradesh) where jilted lovers and spurned friends had turned to  &lt;a href="http://Orkut.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Orkut.com&lt;/a&gt; with vengeance, creating obscene profiles and lewd albums, making life a living hell for the victims.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The three complaints, two of which were made by Kolkata-based girls and one from Madhya Pradesh, were received in a space of 90 days and in all three cases, it has been found that their tormentors were known to them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They were let off with a stern warning. We explained to them that these acts were punishable both under the Information Technology Act and the Indian Penal Code. If slapped with cases, either their careers will be ruined or they might land up in jail. They are young people who claimed to have done this in momentary madness,&amp;quot; Singh said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the victims, however, this hasn't been easy. A 23-year-old Bengali girl now doing her postgraduation in Bilaspur (Madhya Pradesh) was quite depressed after her long relationship with her boyfriend fell apart. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;They had called off their engagement. While the girl was trying her best to come to terms with reality, this youth was plotting revenge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And he did this by turning to Orkut. After creating a new profile of the girl with all possible details, the spurned lover put up obscene photographs in her album and wrote lewed innuendoes in her testimonials. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The result was that the girl was flooded with obscene calls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saswati Chatterjee, an MBA student, says: &amp;quot;I did not put up my photo on Orkut as I had heard about the trouble girls are facing with their images being used for sleaze and porno stuff. It's best to stay out of such troubles.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While girls are becoming more aware, some still leave phone numbers on their scraps. Suhani Chaudhuri said: ''I didn't start with my photo after hearing all this.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Singh said: &amp;quot;Most people don't realise that from the point they log on to net, to the time they enter data and send it, it's being logged. If only one cared to look in the address bar in the top, would they realise they are leaving behind a trail of everything they do. All we had to do is ask the service provider (in this case Google) for the details. They responded (in all these three cases) very fast.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Now if you log on to Orkut, these cautionary notes flash constantly at the top of your screen. One can even report its misuse to the service provider directly,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Deputy Commissioner added that cyber-rooms are never safe. &amp;quot;They are impersonal. People tend to do things in cyber world that they fail to do in the real life. As long as there is no personal information, it can't harm you.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This message was sent to you by **********. To see ****** profile click:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=*********************" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt; http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=*********************&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;* * *&lt;br&gt;To control notification emails, access your Account Settings:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Settings.aspx" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Settings.aspx &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you are not an orkut user, you can block all orkut users from sending you email by visiting: &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Block.aspx" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Block.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;tc byee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much.. &lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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... in almost all of the encounter stories they are pictured as using clicks to communicate ... let the stories be real or fabricated ... its not the problem under discussion ... but if they exist there is a very good chance they would be communicating in clicks ... or to be exact their knowledge of phonetics will be superior than our primitive one ... provided ofcourse aliens exist atall ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do our superior brain lack speed in calculating numbers when compared to computers? ... supercompters? teraflops? ... can we ever match that level of number crunching speed? ... you can be sure we must be doing a lot more than computers ... because supercomputers can never match our intelligence ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem&lt;/span&gt; ... the problem is speed ... the bottleneck is the inefficiency in processing the input into output ... now dont you think, depending on the number of times a story is translated serially&amp;nbsp; using many languages the end result will not be the same as the start ... are we using our brains as we should be? ... no i dont think so ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because consider this simple case ... we saw a picture ... or we want to recall and tell to a friend what we have seen ... now the input will be the signals from our eyes ... output will be in his language ... a string of sounds governed by his vocal chord and the rules of his mothertongue ... all the stages works in the least efficient way possible ... for example we try to convert raster images captured by our eyes into vectors ... then those vectors are assigned a specific class name and all the links between those classes are stored ... essentialy this contitutes our memory? ... right? ... and in recollection important data mayb lost ... if the algorithm i mentioned in one of my previous posts came into existence ... we no longer have to shuttle back and forth converting ... no more language processing needed ... our language it seems less efficient to me ... ofcourse our current language system is also a kind of algorithm .. having building blocks like letters, phrases, sentences, grammer etc ... but the problem lies in the type and usage of the algorithm ... some languages are easier to learn ... we have to drop the idea of converting(into classes) and processing(linking them together) to processing of raw data into an encoded form ... our current system of language processing adds all kinds of noise to the stored data ... prone to degradation without any parity or error correction built in ... got the point in designing something without the limitations? ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now consider this case ... instead of teaching our current language to a newborn ... he was raised by machines ... taught by computers ... in the place of our primitive language he begins to see, hear, touch and taste the world in bits and bytes ... and since our language consists of a base 26 system ... he mayb be able to better manipulate and store the data he captured ... and in the case of output ... with a string 9 encoded sounds he will be able to communicate a lot more than a simple word like &amp;quot;PARACHUTE&amp;quot; can convey ...&amp;nbsp; to be exact he may be able to transmit megabytes of data ... consider encoding a memory the scenes and the sound which you have experienced ... imagine tranfering them without any loss of quality in the exact way you have experienced it ... now you got the point? ... its like a comparison between analog and digital transmission ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its high time we changed our language to a more superior one ... to a digital equivalent ... in which there will be no loss during the storage and transmission of our priceless memories ... efficiency in storage and communication are also plus points ... Lets hope for a better tomorrow ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mark my words ... we will be over run by machines not only in speed ... in intelligence also .. if we didnt realise where our mistakes are ... find a better system to communicate or we are lost ... if we ever survive you can be sure we will be communicating in clicks :D ... look at evolution ... lesser intelligent of the species cant speak using complex sound patterns ... as species evolved and as their intelligence level increased they could distinguish sounds and could count ... higher IQ levels could count more ... if a crow can count only upto 4, an ape can count upto mayb ten or more ... a human could count thousands and could understand mega, tera, peta, exa, etc ... among the humans themselves some people with lesser IQ cant manipulate numbers ... number system is a type of language ... Im sure in the future we will be seeing, hearing, touching, talking and recollecting things in numbers ... Or a better alternative a better language ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem&lt;/span&gt; ... but there is a danger .. the danger is in losing our power of imagination ... or mayb creativity ... the noise and insecurity of our stored data or input and the output makes us so unique and creative ... it may be lost forever ... we may become a society governed only by the perfect logic and perfect laws of a numeric system ... movies, music, entertainment, celebrating a birthday or even playing with a balloon may seem pointless in such a case ...  such a case may exist(A highly developed civilisation of Aliens) ... Now im stepping into another territory ... Ok more about that in a future post ;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dont know how, when or what ... but im sure there must be some better alternatives out there ... which our primitive intelligence level could not comprehend ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &amp;quot;It is yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;- Arthur C Clarke&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tc byee &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me &lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I did some tests ... first I thought like some of the tests should not be published and considered sensoring because its possible someone may see this as a self promotion or something #-o ... then i decided whatever, i will publish all the tests i have done .. irrespective of the outcome being good or bad :P ... and another thing noone had to do any of these tests ... and for you the only test i would recommend is the one about selfishness ... see for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha note the point about neurotism :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally good at balancing work and play.&lt;br /&gt;When you need to buckle down, you can usually get tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;But you've been known to goof off when you know you can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have low neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You are very emotionally stable and mentally together.&lt;br /&gt;Only the greatest setbacks upset you, and you bounce back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are typically calm and relaxed - making others feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How the hell did they know? Its Uncanny :-ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(240, 255, 240);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sho eanalum ithrekku veandayirunnu :P :-"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Technique Is: Perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/kiss-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kissing technique is amazing - and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You have the confidence to make the first move.&lt;br /&gt;And you always seem to know what kissing style is going to work best.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're passionate, sometimes you're a tease. And you're always amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodkisserquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Kisser?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 52% Gross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/gross-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more than a little gross, but probably no more gross than the average person.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time to drop some of those disgusting habits that could eventually embarrass you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgrossareyouquiz/"&gt;How Gross Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well ... y'all know me right? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You May Be a Bit Borderline...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/courtney-love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!&lt;br /&gt;When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...&lt;br /&gt;And when you're down, your whole world is crashing&lt;br /&gt;Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/"&gt;What Personality Disorder Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(222, 222, 222);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as warm and well-balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(211, 205, 218);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 4% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e4e1e8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Seduction Style: Ideal Lover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/ideal-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seduce people by tapping into their dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this sensitivity, you can be the ideal lover for anyone you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shapeshifter - bringing romance, adventure, spirituality to relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all depends on who your with, and what their vision of a perfect relationship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Seduction Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Religion ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i sincerely regret doing this test #-o ... but since i said i wont censor anything im posting this one also ... the result is true in a way ... but for all the questions i didnt find the choice i was looking for ... and so the end result is only an approximation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;q=define%3AAgnostic&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;meta="&gt;http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=define%3AAgnostic&amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(205, 222, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Agnostic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/agnostic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not sure if God exists, and you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;For you, there's no true way to figure out the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You rather focus on what you can control - your own life.&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to resent when others "sell" religion to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 43% Feminine, 57% Masculine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.&lt;br /&gt;You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am i selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only test i would recommend for you is this ... findout for yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 34% Selfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very giving person who treats others very well.&lt;br /&gt;But at times, you insist on getting your way - when it matters most to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG ... I cant believe this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(222, 222, 222);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 88% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#efefef"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/pure-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so innocent, it's almost like you're not human.&lt;br /&gt;Taking this test is probably the naughtiest thing you've done in a while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howpureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Pure Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an entrpreneur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENTP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Visionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression.&lt;br /&gt;You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off.&lt;br /&gt;You're very clever, but not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great entrpreneur, marketing executive, or actor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok .. How did they know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;And that's marriage - with the right person.&lt;br /&gt;You're serious about settling down some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dating Purity Score: 97%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/innocent-dater.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an innocent dater.&lt;br /&gt;You're either lacking in dating experience or have had a long serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's still plenty of fish in the sea out there for you to sample!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/"&gt;Dating Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Kinetic Learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/kinetic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn best by doing, and you have a talent for complicated, physical tasks.&lt;br /&gt;You excel at athletics, drama, and fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;You would be an excellent Olympic athlete - or a Broadway star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 80% Grown Up, 20% Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.&lt;br /&gt;Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think the heading descibes me ... the rest is true i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Cluster is Introverted Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective, honest, and credible&lt;br /&gt;Intellectually curious, with many diverse interests&lt;br /&gt;More inclined toward ideas than people&lt;br /&gt;Fiercely independent and unapologetically unconventional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalityclusterquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Cluster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc byee love yaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Some thoughts about Superiority and Equality</title><content type='html'>My thoughts became a little more random reading one of my friends post &lt;a href="http://kandathum-ketttathum.blogspot.com/2006/09/myth-that-is-gandhi.html"&gt;&amp;quot;The myth that is Gandhi&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Read these two links if you have the time else skip  &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bfg-muenchen.de/caste.htm"&gt;http://www.bfg-muenchen.de/caste.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.uni-frankfurt.de/irenik/relkultur24b.html"&gt;http://web.uni-frankfurt.de/irenik/relkultur24b.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Started writing this as a comment to his post ;) ... but quickly became larger than life ... So i decided to post this .. I knew i said i wont talk about God ... But ... I dont kno ... Im sorry if i said something wrong ... Now onto subject ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dont understand whats so much here to discuss ... caste system is simply a division ... like in the modern era we have different trades like automobile, electronics, mechanical, chemical engineering, arts, crafts, etc ... the only difference as far as i see it is that instead of universities the children were taught by their parents ... its sooo obvious that the only thing that a parent can teach his offspring is the one in which he himself excels ... is it a wonder why some people are better skilled in some jobs when they were doing it for generations? ...  they know the tricks of the trade ... nothing more nothing less ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;let me round this off with another thought ... heard about something called history? ... about czars of russia? the french revolution? british colonialisation? Civil rights movement? martin luther king jr? gandhi? eanthinu hitler? ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its in human blood to feel superior ... and to claim superiority ... why do we feel superior to any other animal in this planet? ... if we have a right to feel superior about our place in this planet,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Hitler had every right to feel that nazis are superior to jews&lt;/span&gt; ... Note- im not supporting hitler, but is trying to prove in vain we are just a peckle of dust in this universe ... that is by our(yours actually ;) ) current knowledge and belief ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So my questions .. please try to answer frankly to yourself ..&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phase 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;1)Do you feel superior to any living thing in this planet? &lt;br&gt;2)If you do why are you feeling like that?  &lt;br&gt;3)Because you are intelligent? because you can think? or because you believe god created us in his own image? .. oops sorry for that one #-o&lt;br&gt;4)Tell me what is the meaning of an IQ test?&lt;br&gt;5)Do you think all humans are equal in their IQ? &lt;br&gt;7)If you dont think so ... whats the position of your mentally retarded brother, son, sister, daughter?&lt;br&gt;8)Is he an animal? &lt;br&gt;9)Nooo? Im really surprised :O&lt;br&gt;10)So you could not classify humans with respect to their  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IQ"&gt;IQ levels&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br&gt;11)Do you believe genes have anything to do with the determination of IQ?&lt;br&gt;11)If you do whats the big deal about somebody claiming some&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Race"&gt;  race&lt;/a&gt; is superior to others? &lt;br&gt;12)So why the hell are people crying over a simple class system which is establised because of three reasons i)the mode of education is by mouth ii)people favour their own offsprings when the passing valuable information to the next generation iii)rules of the society is determined by the age of development ...  &lt;br&gt;13)If humans can be classified into races, wont every race have their own traits?&lt;br&gt;14)Does it mean some people are superior? (and you hate caste system? right?)&lt;br&gt;15)If you believe in equality among humans, how can we claim humans being superior to animals? &lt;br&gt;16)Why cannot we call one of us (a mentally retarded) an animal? .. simply because of our superiority complex ... &lt;br&gt;17)Or do you still think genes make the difference? ... rem hitler? ... &lt;br&gt;18)So u accepts all living things are equal? ... If you got my point about equality between humans and animals and divisions based on thinking capacity and IQ is BS plz continue ... else you can stop reading and skip the rest of this post ... &lt;br&gt;19)So you came to the conclusion all are equal?&lt;br&gt;You have two answers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phase 2 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;1)Tell me do you people believe in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heaven"&gt;Heaven&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br&gt;2)If you do will there be anything there? material things?&lt;br&gt;3)If there are material things, there will be chairs? ... im not being sarcastic ... please continue ...  &lt;br&gt;4)Ofcourse landscapes will be there right?&lt;br&gt;5)Will there be animals? &lt;br&gt;6)Yes??? Nooo??? ... Confused???&lt;br&gt;7)What will happen to your cat? &lt;br&gt;8)Will your cat accompany you to heaven?&lt;br&gt;You have two answers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case - 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Phase 1 =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; and Phase 2 =  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;1)You believe in equality between all humans &lt;br&gt;2)You believe in equality between all animals&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)You no longer have any superiority complex&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)You believes in taking care of you mentally retarded son or daughter  &lt;br&gt;5)Simply said you believe everyone and everything have a right to live irrespective of caste, creed or species.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;1)You believe in heaven&lt;br&gt;2)You believe animals have their right to heaven&lt;br&gt;3)You may believe animals have an animal heaven&lt;br&gt;4)You may believe other religions have separate heavens, petnamed as hell as per the beliefs of your religion. &lt;br&gt;5)You may believe in separate gods, governing separate territories in heaven, recruiting people of only their own religion to their heaven and condems the others to hell named as heaven in their own system of faith.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt; ... You accept all living things are equal and everything and everyone has a place in heaven irrespective of genes, caste, creed or religion&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Case - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Phase 1 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; and Phase 2 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1)You believe in equality between all humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  2)You believe in equality between all animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3)You no longer have any superiority complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4)You believes in taking care of you mentally retarded son or daughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5)Simply said you believe everyone and everything have a right to live irrespective of caste, creed or species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;1)You believe animals do not have a right to heaven&lt;br&gt; 3)You still believe humans are superior to animals&lt;br&gt; 4)You believe your mentally retarded brother wont follow you to heaven simply because he cannot understand your religious text, religion or because he is incapable of understanding its teachings.&lt;br&gt;5)You believe he will be allowed access to heaven simply because his father is a believer, you have to accept god looks at genes or heridity as a criteria for admission ... i dont think god and caste will mix ... do u? &lt;br&gt;6)You believe if an ape can understand your religious teachings he will be allowed entry.&lt;br&gt;7)You may believe animals have animal heaven.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt; ... You believe in equality among humans only in their right to live ... You dont believe in equality after death ... IQ and genes still count even after death ... You still have superiority complex ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case - 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Phase 1 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; and Phase 2 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;1)You are a racist or speciest ... whatever &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions of Phase 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;1)You believe in heaven and want to take your cat there&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion &lt;/span&gt; ... You are the rebirth of hitler trapped in the body of a &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/"&gt;PETA&lt;/a&gt; activist ... simply because 1 and 2 wont mix ... you cant believe in equality after death if you dont believe in equality before death&amp;nbsp; ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Phase 1 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; and Phase 2 = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible &lt;/span&gt;Conclusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Conclusions ... &lt;br&gt;1)You are an atheist ... &lt;br&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;  you must be Me &lt;br&gt;Special Note:- I said &amp;quot;OR&amp;quot; ... thats right &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;quot;OR&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt; ... I dont believe in superiority but i dont believe in equality either ... I believe in God but i dont believe in heaven ... Or simply said my perception of superiority, equality, god and heaven is different ... I dont have time to explain in detail ... I know i owe you all an explanation ... maybe in one of my future posts i will ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My two pennies ... :-?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;br&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Will this really be a problem? ... lets see ... but a word of warning im not a mathematical genius :P .. do correct me if im wrong ;) ... these are all my random thoughts afterall &lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problem&lt;/span&gt; ... so how much information will a word consisting a string of 26 letters with 26 uniquely identifiable characters can hold? &lt;br&gt;lets see 26 characters means base 26  &lt;br&gt;= (Z x 26^25) + (Z x 26^24) + (Z x 26^23) + (Z x 26^22) + (Z x 26^21) + (Z x 26^20) + (Z x 26^19) + (Z x 26^18) + (Z x 26^17) + (Z x 26^16) + (Z x 26^15) + (Z x 26^14) + (Z x 26^13) + (Z x 26^12) + (Z x 26^11) + (Z x 26^10) + (Z x 26^09) + (Z x 26^08) + (Z x 26^07) + (Z x 26^06) + (Z x 26^05) + (Z x 26^04) + (Z x 26^03) + (Z x 26^02) + (Z x 26^01) + (Z x 26^0)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;the highest value is Z that is 26 .... &lt;br&gt;Now tell me how many yottabytes of data does that make ... how much more info do u want to cram in ones own name? .. is it not possible to use ones name much more efficiently than we are currently used to? ... well i think its possible &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Note:-A &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yottabyte" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yottabyte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (derived from the  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SI_prefix" title="SI prefix" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;SI prefix&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yotta" title="Yotta" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;   yotta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;-) is a unit of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Information" title="Information" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;information&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer_storage" title="Computer storage" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;  computer storage&lt;/a&gt; equal to one  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Septillion" title="Septillion" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;septillion&lt;/a&gt; (one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_and_short_scales" title="Long and short scales" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;  long scale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quadrillion" title="Quadrillion" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt; quadrillion&lt;/a&gt; or 10&lt;sup&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byte" title="Byte" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;bytes&lt;/a&gt;. It is commonly abbreviated &lt;b&gt;YB&lt;/b&gt;. Because of irregularities in the definition and usage of terms for byte multiples, the exact number can be either one of the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 bytes — 1000&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;, or 10&lt;sup&gt;24&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1,208,925,819,614,629,174,706,176 bytes — 1024&lt;sup&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;, or 2&lt;sup&gt;80&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;For example if the name  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;George&lt;/b&gt; Walker &lt;b&gt;Bush&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt; is constructed according to the rules of an algorithm it would have stored more than a petabyte of data ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but though i could see a possibility ... i cant really make out how to store ... and im not sure if it is possible at all :-/ &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then another thing im confused about is about counting and coding ... If you notice how &lt;a href="http://huffmancoding.com/david/algorithm.html"&gt;huffman coding&lt;/a&gt; works ... from one language we are trying to compress to another language ... why? .. efficiency increases but it will seem that computation also increases ... but i guess it may not be so ... and numerial system is another type of language right? ... **thinking** ... ok more about this later &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to Solve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inefficiency&lt;/span&gt; ... computers are used everywhere ... im typing this with the help of one and you are viewing this with the help of one ... but i wonder why computers can never match our intelligence level ... i guess they are inherently inefficient ... because they can only think or understand to the base of 2 ... on or an off stage of a transistor ... until quantum computing comes into existence they are not capable of anything more than that ... humans are capable of thinking and computing in a higher base ... that creates an alphabet (the basic building block of any language) and numerical system ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coming to language and numerical system ... i have a different take on them ... more in next post ... keep tuned :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok sooo ... i wonder if our problem of data storage is over?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Problem&lt;/span&gt; ... security ... this is a tough one ... if we use two strings instead of one ... one named at the time of birth encoded with previous history ... through out the life time the thing or person will be gathering data ... updating them into a volatile liquid storage which changes from time to time ... something like quantum cryptography ... in which the retrieval of data uploaded is impossible to decipher once acessed ... part of the data which is encoded before the naming of the person/thing can be visible/accessed by the class of the thing/person which/who is trying to access the data of the first person/thing... the data which is updated in the life time of the person/thing can be made accessible only after the life time (not necessarly, there mayb exceptions) is over ... after the life time the data is permanently sealed by generating another string of number ... something like a birth certificate and a death certificate ... but far far more efficient and effective ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems solved&lt;/span&gt; ... Crime fighting will become redundant ... History  will become history ... Biograpies no problem ... even the senses of the person or the inputs to a non living thing ... input or output ... anything can be stored ... speed radars &amp;amp; video surveillance will become history ... when you become the system ... you cannot defy the system ... scary indeed???  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ofcourse real time sourcing, transmiting and encoding are further problems :P ... but dont worry it will be ages when these will be established ... but im sure one day these things will come into existence ... tc byee &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;--&lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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(bodhodayom eannu pacha malluil pareyum) ... i started this blog to post intellectually stimulating problems ... but later on spiralled down to my everyday problems ... vannu vannu theerae thara ayi poyi blog #-o .. i started posting just personal things ... see and the blog is named random thoughts :-L ... i wanted to restore the previous glory of the blog ... ok ok i kno i kno ... athrekonum illa ... eankilum ... from today im starting my advanced concepts and theories :P ... anyway i fear if i tell something about god or his position i may have to face severe hardships in the future ... so i will try to steer clear from those things ... so on to our subject .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Encoding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a name ..right? ... but there are numerous other persons who have the same name ... hmm? ... even in our immediate friends circle we may have to turn to pet names or nick names to distinguish similarly named persons ... right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now .. everyone have a birthdate ... social security number ... PIN number ... birthplace .. time of birth ... and numerous other numbers ... sooo many to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Problem &lt;/span&gt; is simply said we have to revert to many parameters to uniquely identify a human being or any other living thing ... or even inanimate things like a tv set, a computer hard disc, even sun glasses need to have serial numbers and batch numbers to track them through out their life span and beyond ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The solution&lt;/span&gt; ... to uniquely identify a person, animal, living thing or non living thing, only a fixed number of parameters are necessary ... for example lets take date, time, co-ordinates on the surface of earth .. these three will suffice for the scientific advancement as of now to uniquely identify anything which is born or produced ... there mayb numerous other things which anyone may want to enter as extra information to this ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coding &lt;/span&gt;... make an algorithm that is capable of encoding all the parameters given to it into an uniquely identifiable string of 26 alphabetical characters ... or any; i choose 26 caz itz the number of letters in english alphabet ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems solved &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;1)Naming humans&lt;br /&gt;2)Call anyone or anything by the last 2,3 or four characters combined ... or everyone can have their own chosen combination(personalised names) of letters to call someone or something ...&lt;br /&gt;3)You no longer have to remember DOB, time, place of birth etc ...&lt;br /&gt;4)Any other additional information you wanted in your birth certificate can also be entered into your name&lt;br /&gt;5)You can even encode your family history, vital records etc into your name &lt;br /&gt;6)Doctors no longer have to refresh your memory to learn about your family health history&lt;br /&gt;7)All types of serial numbering can be replaced universaly&lt;br /&gt;8)All linguistic classification .. or the proliferation of new words due to the advancement of technology ... or simply said the growth of the dictionary can be slowed ... making the life of translators and new comers to the language easier... (i didnt say stopped caz i had nt explained some other thing ... in nxt post mayb) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt; ... it must be built into the algorithm to come up with a string of uniquely identifiable tag anywhere in the string of 26 charas as per the properties of the thing ... machines or gadgets can be assiged names by the algorithm based on their inherent properties, shape, size, pictorial representation anything ... let the algorithm decide ... it will be more efficient in naming than steve jobes or bill gates ... ipod will come and go ... but if it was named "XVX" by such an algorithm ... that class of gadget would have been etched into human history ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and will solve numerous other problems that we are facing now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Problems created&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;1)of course the first and most important problem is designing such a perfect algorithm.&lt;br /&gt;2)properties and parameters of living and non-living things to consider&lt;br /&gt;3)pronunciation ... mayb we have to come up with an entire new branch of phonetics&lt;br /&gt;4)changing the current system of naming and serial numbering ... &lt;br /&gt;5)learning new names for already established classes of things ... "ZVN" substituting bus mayb unthinkable for some ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may create a lot of other problems that i fail to foresee ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:- far in the future naming will be done by the government ;) ... it had already begun ... social security numbers ... PIN numbers ... ID numbers etc ... its just a matter of time ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok mayb not so new ... but if we advance this a little more (nxt post ;) ) ... we have to rethink ... what is more efficient and what is not ... if there are more efficient ways to progress :-? ... think think .... tc byee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;bp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br /&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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No one can ruin your day without YOUR permission. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;2. Most people will be about as happy, as they decide to be. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;3. Others can stop you temporarily, but only you can do it permanently. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;4. Whatever you are willing to put up with, is exactly what you will have. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;5. Success stops when you do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;6. When your ship comes in.... make sure you are willing to unload it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt; 7. You will never have it all together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;8. Life is a journey...not a  destination. Enjoy the trip!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;9. The biggest lie on the planet When I get what I want I will be happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;10. The best way to escape your problem is to solve it.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;11. I've learned that ultimately , 'takers' lose and 'givers' win. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;12. Life's precious moments don't have value, unless they are shared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;13. If you don't start, it's certain you won't arrive.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;14. We often fear the thing we want the most.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;15. He or she who laughs......lasts. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;16. Yesterday was the deadline for all complaints. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;17. Look for opportunities...not guarantees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt; 18. Life is what's coming....not what was.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;19. Success is getting up one more time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;20. Now is the most interesting time of all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="#800000"&gt;21. When things go wrong.....don't go with them.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once all the feelings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; color: lime;"&gt; &lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" size="2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Once all the feelings decided 2 play hide n seek... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MADNESS&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;started counting... all others were hiding... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIE&lt;/span&gt; said he will hide near tree... but he didn't do that...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; hid in a rose bush... Every one was caught except&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENVY&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;told &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MADNESS&lt;/span&gt; where&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; was hiding... So  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MADNESS&lt;/span&gt; jumped in the bush n dragged &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; out. Coz of thorns in the bush&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;lost both eyes. Hence God cursed  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;... he was ordered to be with&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; 4ever. Since then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;is blind and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADNESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;always accompanies it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much.. &lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Marriage is a bond for life and as everything else in life I believe that a marriage has its share of ups and downs. And according to me a successful marriage is very important as I believe that the word 'divorce' must not exist in ones dictionary. I have got this one friend who says that it is her fourth husband who will be her Mr. Perfect and I find it to be a totally disgusting attitude. For a marriage to be successful ones choice of life partner has to be perfect. That of course does not mean that the person himself has to be perfect, but that both of us together have to be perfect. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first quality that I think that a person to be my husband should have is a great sense of humor. A sense of humor does not indicate that I want a person who keeps firing sick PJ's all the time or makes a joke out of everything in life, but someone who can always see the bright side of things, some one who can make me laugh and laugh with me, someone who can always cheer me up however upset I am, someone who can make my heart smile! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next quality has got to be the one of communication. I believe that any couple can totally work it out if they have a proper communication between them. But what exactly is proper communication? Proper communication for me is understanding what exactly the other person has to say, seeing both sides of an argument and also an ability to talk to each other about anything without any qualms. It is also being a perfect yin and yang with your partner. For example, I pride myself in being a good listener. So if I end up being with someone who doesn't talk too much then it could spell out trouble. A breakdown in communication can prove to be a pin-less grenade for a marriage. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then of course there has to be love. I feel that the word 'love' is grossly misused these days. The meaning of love according to most people in this world today includes only everything carnal in nature. Venus, the Goddess of Love and Beauty has become the symbol of raw sexuality. I believe that the word has nothing to do with sexuality. My opinion would be that love is something which makes one care for another person more than themselves. Love is something that needs a lot of nurturing and understanding. The language of love is the best understood in this world as it does not need words. Love is the strongest bond that can be shared between two individuals and if there is true love, nothing can ever separate them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As the subject of love popped up naturally the subject of emotions also pop up. In this new world of today the image of macho men who hide all emotions is giving way to the metrosexual man who is in touch with his emotions. The myth that 'Big boys don't cry' is on the path of being buried 'six feet under'. So the individual who I am going to marry has to be in touch with his emotions and should be able to express them at least to a certain extent. I mean, I have to hear that he loves me and that he cares for me and things like that. I cant spend an entire lifetime without hearing that! If something is wrong I have to know what it is or how can things work out? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another quality in my ideal husband has to be one of trust. He should be someone who I can trust with my life. Trust is the most important element in a marriage. I mean, how can I spend my entire life with a person whom I do not trust? Breach of trust is suicidal for a marriage as it leads to doubt and doubt to deception. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, my husband has to support me in whatever I do. If that is so thn what the rest of the world says does not matter. I should know that in he will support me in my every endeavor and believe in me and what I want to do. He should not be like what my parents are. They say that they don't mind whatever career I choose as long as it is engineering or medical! I mean what kind of option is that? They don't even bother listening to what I want to do. Does it matter to them that I want go into journalism or rural development and human rights? It doesn't. But it should matter to my husband. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Another one of the important qualities in my ideal husband would have to be honesty and frankness. Lying is something that I cant stand. He has to be frank and open to me. He must be able to talk to me about anything. If he thinks that something I am doing does not feel right then he should tell me so and not think that he would hurt me in doing so. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My ideal husband should accept me as who I am. I have my set of principles. I have my opinions. I have my personality. I have my likes and dislikes. I have my ideas. I have my ideals. I have my personality. And I plan to stick onto them. I wouldn't want him to try to change any of that in me or change himself for me. Just because we get married does not mean that we change our individuality. I have my thoughts and he has his. We have to learn to respect them and not pass judgment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now coming to the looks. What if I say I want the mirror image of someone like Tom Cruise or Jude Law? It would be totally impractical because they would then say that the want someone like Nicole Kidman or Demi Moore! And that would be totally impossible because I know that I don't match up to even a quarter of any of them. It isn't the beauty on the outside that matters but the beauty on the inside. I don't care whether he looks like Hagar, the Horrible or Hugh Grant as long as I love him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These would some up the main qualities that I want in my ideal husband. You could still include humility, patience, politeness, love for kids, love for nature, love for pets, quite a bit of cash and so on. I though don't want him to be a wimpy lapdog who hangs onto every word I say and follows me around. And he shouldn't even think of expecting the same from me though I wouldn't mind traveling with him. I need my space and my independence and I am ready to give him his. A successful and happy marriage is what I want and I hope I will get. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;People die younger.. because god loves them so much..&lt;br&gt;I am still on earth.. because there's a goddess here who loves me more..&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Many believe it is at the exact time when sperm and egg unite and then given a soul, a totally human thing. Others believe it is only human when human forms are clear and distinctive. While othersbelieve it isn't a human until its out side and surviving by its own will. I just happen to believe, it becomes human when the sperm and egg join to become one and gets its soul. Like gas and fire, on there own without combination they are just things. Until they combined to make energy. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had a interest talk one day with a old friend who was a avid gardener and often ask him for gardening advice. One day as he was planting in his garden I asked him what he was planting and he said tomato plants. (Now hold on to your salad dressing) I asked, what makes them tomato plants? How do you know you will get tomatoes from these plants? He looked at me funny and said they are tomato plants, I bought the seeds and planted them and cared for them to this stage to be planted. And when they mature I will get tomatoes from them. Reasonable logic right! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He went on to tell me about plant genetics and all that science chitz. Then I asked him when does a seed become a plant. He told me when just the right ingredients are blended: first you plant the seed in a pot, and planting medium, add water to penetrate its shell and this activates a chemical reaction and the plant begins its life. So I ask him, like when a woman get pregnant? He looked at me funny like, shook his head, laugh, though for a few seconds and said, yes, all the right ingredients were there to start a &amp;quot;brand&amp;quot; life. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This kind of reminded me of one day while out squirrel hunting on a beautiful October day when I sat down on this big old log to rest. As I sat there I began to study the ground floor in front of me. Just off to the right stood a huge oak tree laden with acorns so much it looked like layers of umbrellas drooping. I thought, there must be thousands of those little acorns hanging on that big old tree. I guess mated it to be maybe 200-250 years old. Then I looked around and studied the woods and there were a few other oak trees ranging from tiny little sprites on up of various sizes, but nothing to compare to this tree in size and production in acorns. Sure the deer, squirrels, and birds all take their share for food but I counted less then 30 other oak trees at various stages of growth, none came close to the size of this one. Then I thought how many bitter cold winters and scorching hot summers it went through over the years and forest fires as you could see the bottom bark of the big old oak tree had scars from burn-over. This tree first had to survive the hunger of all sorts of critters. Then it had to have the right conditions to root and begin to grow and survive year after year from deer browse, heat, cold, perhaps flooding and forest fires and other perils to get where it was that day. Over the years tramping through the woods I often past that old tree. One day, some twenty years after that memorial day while out looking for morrels I notice the tree was cut down, perhaps for round wood logs to make furniture or cord wood. A sadness came over me to see it gone. One day not long afterwards I came out with a friend and we sliced off a slab of the stump and I made a rustic table for my friend and ever time I went over to his place and saw it there in the corner it reminded me of that day and all the life it gave over its life span. &lt;br&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19575701-115121172630327081?l=4kanthari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4kanthari.blogspot.com/feeds/115121172630327081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19575701&amp;postID=115121172630327081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19575701/posts/default/115121172630327081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19575701/posts/default/115121172630327081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4kanthari.blogspot.com/2006/06/fact-of-life.html' title='The fact of Life'/><author><name>bp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19575701.post-115121084028879181</id><published>2006-06-24T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:47:20.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Feeling Of Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;The Feeling Of Love&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;It is a mystery why we fall in love. It is a mystery how it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do anymore that take the life out of the experience. Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body, love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities that two people &lt;br&gt;share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full flower. Take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the dream we all sahre. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift that just as freely, moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then moving on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They want answwers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them that makes the other person no longer love them, or try to get their love to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love&amp;nbsp; would bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life, their love will grow. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what has happened. But there is nomeaning beyond the love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You need to know this about love, and accept it.&amp;nbsp; You need to treat what it brings you with kindness. If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other &lt;br&gt;person's heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you find yourself someone in love with you but you don't love him back, feel honored that love came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take advantage; do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with yourself. All our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you fall in love with aother, and he falls in love withyou, and then love chooses to leave, do not try to reclaim it nor to access blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know in time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing,&amp;nbsp; then reach out and give it away. Give it back to theperson who brought it alive in you. give it to others who deem it poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in any way you can. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than from them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead becomee someone who seeks loove. They forget that hthe secret of love is that it is a gift, and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember this and keep it to your heart. Love has its time, its own season, its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, ot reson it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart or from theheart of your lover, there isnothing you can do and there is nothing you should do. Love always has been and always will be a mystery.  &lt;br&gt;BE GLAD THAT IT CAME TO LIVE FOR A MOMENT IN YOUR LIFE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; **** If you keep your heart open, it will come again....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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As you can't do anything besides share your every thought and &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; feeling, that is where your real intimacy comes from. Developing it a &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; form of a LDR really sets up a strong foundation of trust and respect &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; for the other person, the kind of foundation that people who have a &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; conventional relationship may never have. If you love, you love, &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; regardless of whether your partner is physically in your life. Yes, &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; what you have is a really close friend, but in life don't you always &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; want you best friend with you, LDR's aren't always that way, &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; eventually you end up together and I know that my man is the one I &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; want to grow old with and I will be extremely happy if this really &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; good friend is there through everything I go through in life. I am &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; sorry to hear that your past LDR's have been so painful and emotional &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; for you, but as you can see put this&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; support group is here to give advice and listen to any problems that &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; are encountered, there is real strength here and if ever anyone hits a &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; bump there are quite a few people to help them through and weather the &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; storm until they are strong again. The real thing you get out of LDR's &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; if you are honest, open and loyal with your partner is a real, true &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; loving relationship.. Simple as that. I am in my 1st LDR and I have &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; been with Rick for just over 3 years now, he lives in America and I in &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; Australia. The truth is it is really HARD but I am truely happy, I &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; love him with ever fibre of my being and I feel so safe and secure in &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; his love, we have worked on this relationship constantly, we are &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; always in connact and never have fallen out with each other, we know &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; what we have is real and we aren't going to throw it away over trivial &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; things. So if ever you need to talk about anything or get back into a &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; LDR there are always people here to support and encourage you. &lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; Remember that and st ay&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; strong.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt; Regards Barbara.&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I can't see that you have been effected by a cheating partner, and I don't read you as if you consider yourself cheating on your partner?&lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp; Now, what it amazes me it is the fact the you have 2 dozen email accounts. How do you remember them all? Where do you find the time? Do you need that much electronic stimulation? Never mind, I am just curious, not judging.&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The issue with 'intruding' a PC to find out what's going on, I believe, it is made necessary by the party who denies access to the truth by conventional way, such as, disclosure during conversations, true answers to valid questions. So, when suspicious, you either confirm, or you live a lie. Some people very likely can live a lie, and I know some couples like that. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even if one hides, and the other one spies, and you see both as bad, the motifs are different, as I see it. Cheating has a self serving, deceiving motif. Spying has a remedial motif. Once we know the truth, we can try to rescue the sort of relationship we thought and want to have, or end it and move on as free spirits again. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I think there's an enormous danger in spying though. We don't just break into a computer, we break into a mind, and the last one is the most frightening experience, especially if the 'spy' gets stuck in the dynamics of 'hide and seek'. One not only see transcripts of whatever, one can see the demons who write those words and intentions. Personally, I think it is up to the 'spy' to set the timeframe on when to let go and try differently. The cheater will fight in whichever way s/he finds to keep the games. It takes a lot of individual and joint courage as a couple to face the demons together and do what it takes to put them to rest.  &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Omitting is lying, unless you omit telling the numbers of time you had to go to the toilet, which in fact, unless you are sick, it is irrelevant to your spouse and the relationship. When you say that you haven't yet told your spouse because you think she'll be better off not knowing, I do believe that what you really mean it is = if she doesn't know, You will be better off, as in = left alone to pursue your sites.&amp;nbsp; That's my view. Maybe you will tell your spouse about your internet activities, maybe you won't. It's your life. The pity in all this, electronic or real life, there's another life involved as well. &lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;and,,, I am still scratching my head... 24 email accounts!!!&lt;br&gt;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;br&gt;Take care&lt;br&gt;Mon&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Hello Mon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ok i'll tell u another thing why i joined this group ... Big surprise ... Like i said in the other mail im from India but i fell in love with this woman from usa ... through the net :)&amp;nbsp; .. unless being cheated upon and one plans to cheat it doesn't mean i should not be interested in supporting ppl whom i feels my heart to? .. does it? ... i think i answered your question ... besides one can't alienate a group simply bcz they choose to be a specific group .. ppl needs all kind of support from everyone and every quarter i presume ...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Ok i exageratted a bit .. i really didn't hold 24 ids ... only 17 :) ... i remember them all bcz i use them all ... well to be honest i use most of them .. to be exact only 10 ... rest are for future usage .. i tend to categorise my mail .. and i eat sleep and drink mail .. thats why i said i don care a hell abt mails or groups or online accounts .. only real is what counts .. virtual is juz that juz virtual ... and you are right i needs that much electronic stimulation caz i studies electrocis and marvel at their beauty to make this world both heaven and hell ... hope you judged well &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; you are right abt the two categories u made ... some people confirm and some others choose to live a lie ... but spying is not any more morally approvable to me than peeping into some others shower ... both are a shame ... unless u need hard evidence for legal purposes in my point there is no justification for it if there is a more direct way of solving the problem at hand ... and i accept one needs to conform than having doubts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; ur right again abt the motives .. but what im talking was in case the other person being innocent(hypothetically) and from his/her point of view that is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; **what you really mean it is = if she doesn't know, You will be better off, as in = left alone to pursue your sites.** Now don say this is not sarcasm ... plz be more understanding ... im nothing against anyone .. im really sorry if i caused any ill feelings. i really hope i don have to explain that i didn't actually mean it that way ... i said **if she doesn't kno, she will be better off, = i'll be better off = left alone to pursue my own sites ... sure i like to pursue my own sites and interests ... but if i came to kno that im hurting my spouse by any of my actions im going to stop it ... and i did tell her ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; its everyones life ... if u got a sucker why do u want to let him loose? ... tie him/her down ... you will be makingatleast others life easier ... why do ppl always have to give up without a fight? .... i meant why is it always like one,two divorce ... one,two divorce ... hope and work against odds ... it will be a losing fight for everyone if everyone tries to go around looking for greener pastures ... u will be only speading anarchy ... &amp;quot;divorced but looking&amp;quot; shouldn't be any more appealing than &amp;quot;married but looking&amp;quot; ... both are same ... if someone says they are divorced and freshly out of marriage defenitely there must be something wrong with either one of the parties involved ... the chances are 50-50 ... will you expect someone to go looking around if they are fully satisfied with their marriage? ... there must be something wrong ... married but looking status means u are incompetent or he/she mayb out of their mind ... u can accept if u want to this is just my opinion ... if somone was out looking both parties are equally responsible for the situation ... there is no such thing as perfect man or woman ... ideal couples are not those who don have any problems, they don fight over their problems or try to avoid it ... they work out solutions and over come it ... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; what happened to good old morals and values when marriages are made to last for a life time ... stop being silly crying im being cheated ... pick yourself ur ... forget it let life move on ... there is no harm done unless its for real .. its virtual ... didn't anyone here had any dreams abt some other person other than your spouse? .... i bet u did atleast once in a life time ... did u made a fuss over what u did when u were asleep ... online is virtual .. real life is different .. if the other party was repentant forgive, forget ... to err is human to forgive is divine :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i can list out why i use those mail ids if u really wants to kno ... but i guess its really a pvt matter .. lets juz sat that mayb i want to categorise my mails ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; tc byee&lt;br&gt; bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;On 06/03/06, &lt;b class="gmail_sendername"&gt;dmac&lt;/b&gt; wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0pt 0pt 0pt 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;      I agree DR and bp. BP says he's in love with a woman in the US, that he lives sleeps eats and breathes email. That is the essence of emtional cheating, and cyber addiction. BP your marriage is suffering because you are not fully in it. It's not really a marriage unless you are both devoted to each other. So don't lecture people about divorce when you're not living up to your marriage vows. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;Hello dmac&lt;br&gt;I'm really sorry if i did or said something wrong. i dono if my opinion are welcome here anymore. i never said im married, did i? ... i thought i didn't ... well im not married ... and yes im in love with a woman in the us ... and i did say i emails a lot thats why u find me emailing to this group also ... subscribes to a lot of groups and moderator of some of them too ... and no i didnt have cyber addiction .. atleast i dont think so .. apart from emailing and chating with the only person i loves i can keep away from anything that is cyber ... i used to chat and browse a lot of BS sites and chat rooms ... it didnt mean im addicted caz nowadays i can swear im not going to any chat rooms and waste my time in meaningless chat .. again i could say that apart from the daily mails to her i hardly writes any personal mails ... mostly i mails to groups and discussions like this ... if u are saying mailing to this group(and a lot more similar groups) as emotional cheating and cyber addiction i can't do anything, can i? ... i hadn't taken any marriage vows and still i said im going to stop anything if i finds out that she don't like it and im true to my word .. caz u may notice i had changed my mail id ... discarded the old one ... ofcourse after telling her the whole story and the password too ... if u or anyone had seen my mail as lecturing ... i had juz written my opinion and said that too ... if u can't appreciate my thoughts i can't help ...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and once more im making it as clear as i can make it, i had not cheated any one and i don plan to cheat either ... im not married .. but im attracted to someone from us ... and im honest to her and as devoted as anyone can ever be ... atleast i think so  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thought i had a right to lecture as much as anyone has their right to discard my lecture ... sorry if u thought it a lecturing of a cheater who wanted to prove himself right .. thats some mere thoughts of a normal person thats me ... u can discard it if u want ... i still thinks like if one demands something from a cheater and the cheater decides to still cheat there must be something wrong .. unless the cheater had some problem with addiction or some childhood trauma or something ... the real problem must be he too must be expecting somethings from his/her spouse and he/she is not getting what he expects ... and he is trying to get over it by searching online for what he was lacking in real life ... remember i made a clause if he/she is perfectly normal that is .... once again these are juz my thoughts and no one can change convince me otherwise ... u can try. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tc byee&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="e" id="q_109d9dc9f1a4ad46_1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;love&lt;br&gt;bp&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I can&apos;t understand , can I? ... caz im in love you fool'/><author><name>bp</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19575701.post-113795807892503682</id><published>2006-01-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:33:46.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems for you :-*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love You with All I  Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemsforfree.com/midi/fontain1.mid" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Music:  A la Claire Fontaine&lt;br /&gt;  Sequenced by  Barry  Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you with all I am&lt;br /&gt;       And all I'll ever be.&lt;br /&gt;       You are my moon, my sun and stars,&lt;br /&gt;       My earth, my sky, my sea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;My love for you goes down and down&lt;br /&gt;       Beneath both life and death,&lt;br /&gt;       So deep it  must remain when I&lt;br /&gt;       Have drawn my last faint breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;        &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holding you for months and years&lt;br /&gt;       Will make Time disappear,&lt;br /&gt;       Will make your lips my lips, your face&lt;br /&gt;       My face, your tear my tear;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will make us one strange personage&lt;br /&gt;       All intertwined in bliss,&lt;br /&gt;       Not man or woman, live or dead--&lt;br /&gt;       Just nothing--but a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Returns on  Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemsforfree.com/midi/op87_14b.mid" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Music:  Fugue in Eb Minor&lt;br /&gt;  By Dimitri Shostakovich.  Sequenced  by   J.  Marques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love returns on Saturdays,&lt;br /&gt;       Having been away&lt;br /&gt;       To labor in the labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;       That underlies our joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How dark the days of abstinence,&lt;br /&gt;       Of sleep too dire to stay,&lt;br /&gt;       Of mornings mere mechanical&lt;br /&gt;       And flesh no hands employ!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But then--Ah, then!--on Saturdays&lt;br /&gt;       Love finally has its way,&lt;br /&gt;       Coming into crevices&lt;br /&gt;       Whose cravings passions buoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;        &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How beautiful, the love that can&lt;br /&gt;        Such soporifics sway!&lt;br /&gt;       No wasteland world of weekdays shall&lt;br /&gt;       Our dalliance destroy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The More I Am Away from  You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemsforfree.com/midi/richardsons_pipes.mid" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemsforfree.com/midi/richardsons_pipes.mid" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Music:  Pibroch o' Donald Dhu&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sequenced as Richardson's Pipes by Barry  Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The more I am away from you,&lt;br /&gt;       The more I want you here.&lt;br /&gt;       The more  I do without your love,&lt;br /&gt;       The more I want you near.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;  &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I know that it makes little sense&lt;br /&gt;       To want what's not around,&lt;br /&gt;       But there's just one true love for me&lt;br /&gt;       And that's the one I've found.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;      &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:Navy;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've gone through all the weather maps,&lt;br /&gt;       The sunshine and the rain,&lt;br /&gt;       But I would take a sea of storms&lt;br /&gt;       To be with you again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#400080;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#400040;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contemplator.com/tunebook" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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In this relationship, the freedom of the gemini is at stake. The gemini must be prepared to give up all outside interests and devote all of its time and thoughts to the pisces. The sensitive and distrustful pisces nature will prove too much for the liberty loving gemini to cope with. For the relationship to work, the gemini must be prepared to change its ways almost completely if he wants to seek happiness with the pisces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Send this result to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;WHAT? .. hmmmmmmmmmmm .... i should better change&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chinese Astrology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dog with  Ox&lt;br /&gt;Do not have many areas of similar interest. Some communication gaps and unsympathetic feelings. Will not relate very well together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Send this result to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh noooooooo .... not again X-( .... im really mad now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do? did i hear someone say *find another one* ... i'll better rewrite astrology :-L&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astrology&lt;/span&gt; ....  mmmm&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that the positions of certain celestial bodies can influence or correlate with people's personality traits, important events in their lives, and even physical characteristics.... what was it.... well it was pretty interesting caz i have found that most of the things they say abt me was true one way or another .... mayb its bcz the predictions are quite broad and may fit anyone with the right outlook .... but the havoc they play in match making makes me real mad ... atleast in my case it should have been nothing short of ideal :-L ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does most ppl fall in love? .... love at first sight? .... blind dont fall in love? :-/ .... good looks? attractive physique like a greek god? .... come on every one can't be that good looking? .... personality? .... dont tell me that u have not seen the film "You have got mail" .... anyway there are numerous ways of falling in love ... mayb a dimple can attract a potential mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but what i still dont get was how well does astrology approach lovers? .... lovers cannot be choosers .... how the hell did they expect us to consult an astrologist before falling in love :-L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging off&lt;br /&gt;a confused bp&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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