<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:26:25.339+05:30</updated><category term='Story'/><category term='analogies'/><category term='Facts'/><category term='Mens health'/><category term='Rose'/><category term='Sayings'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Photo'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Home'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Charms'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Ads'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>All good things in life</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about all those things that touch my life...like a story, a photo, a poem....etc etc....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-2807180034946597885</id><published>2007-12-08T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:31:54.486+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charms'/><title type='text'>50 SIMPLE CHARMS</title><content type='html'>1. Lay thorny branches on your doorstep to keep evil from your dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat a pinch of thyme before bed, and you will have sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Place chips of cedar wood in a box with some coins to draw money to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Carry an anemone flower with you to ward against illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hang a bit of seaweed in the kitchen to ward evil spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep a jar of alfalfa in your cupboards to ensure the prosperity of your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Burn allspice as an incense to draw money or luck to you, as well as speed healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cut an apple in half, and give one half to your love to ensure a prosperous relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Carry an avocado pit with you to let your inner beauty shine outwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Avocado is an aphrodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Strawberries are an aphrodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Place a piece of cotton in your sugar bowl to draw good luck to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Celery is an aphrodisiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Place almonds in your pocket when you need to find something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Scatter chili peppers around your house to break a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Carrying a packet of strawberry leaves will help ease the pains of pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Scatter some sugar to purify a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Throw rice into the air to make rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Carry a potato in your pocket or purse all winter to ward against colds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Eat five almonds before consuming alcohol, to lighten the effects of intoxication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Place a pine branch above your bed to keep illness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Chew celery seeds to help you concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Carry a chunk of dry pineapple in a bag to draw luck to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Ask an orange a yes or no question before you eat it, then count the seeds: if the seeds are an even number, the answer is no. If an odd number, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Eat olives to ensure fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Toss oats out your back door to ensure that your garden or crop will be bountiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Eat mustard seed to ensure fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Place lilacs around your house to rid yourself of unwanted spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Eat lettuce to drive lustful thoughts from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Rub a lettuce leaf over your forehead to help you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Add lemon juice to your bathwater for purification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Eat grapes to increase psychic powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Carry a blade of grass to increase your psychic powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Smell dill to get rid of hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you place a dill sachet over your door, those who wish you ill can not enter your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Place cotton on an aching tooth, and the pain will ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Buy cotton to cause rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Place pepper inside a piece of cotton and sew it shut to make a charm to bring back a lost love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Carry a small onion to protect against venomous animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Eat grapes to increase fertility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Place a sliced onion in the room of an ill person to draw out the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Place an onion underneath your pillow to have prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Place morning glory seeds under your bed to cure nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Walk through the branches of a maple tree to ensure that you will have a long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Mix salt and pepper together and scatter it around your house to dispel evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Smell peppermint to help you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Hang a pea pod containing nine peas above the door to draw your future mate to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Eat a peach to assist in making a tough decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Carry peach wood to lengthen your lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Carry a walnut to strengthen your heart muscle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-2807180034946597885?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2807180034946597885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=2807180034946597885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2807180034946597885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2807180034946597885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/50-simple-charms.html' title='50 SIMPLE CHARMS'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5873428003760122668</id><published>2007-10-17T16:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-17T16:40:04.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Shmily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RxXtd4OFq1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PEFpm_z03CM/s1600-h/1991103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RxXtd4OFq1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PEFpm_z03CM/s320/1991103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122261248767273810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grand-parents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat.It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky to experience. Grandma and Grandpa hold hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other. But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5873428003760122668?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5873428003760122668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5873428003760122668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5873428003760122668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5873428003760122668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/shmily.html' title='Shmily'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RxXtd4OFq1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/PEFpm_z03CM/s72-c/1991103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3996679384857607566</id><published>2007-10-07T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:58:38.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie&lt;br /&gt;Is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left&lt;br /&gt;They lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you&lt;br /&gt;I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;And When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the day&lt;br /&gt;And make it OK&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3996679384857607566?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3996679384857607566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3996679384857607566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3996679384857607566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3996679384857607566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-youre-gone-avril-lavigne.html' title='When You&apos;re Gone - Avril Lavigne'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6139568158873957208</id><published>2007-10-05T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T12:08:30.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RwXbxYOFq0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4rlKi9q4Xis/s1600-h/forget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RwXbxYOFq0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4rlKi9q4Xis/s320/forget.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117738192938052418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6139568158873957208?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6139568158873957208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6139568158873957208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6139568158873957208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6139568158873957208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RwXbxYOFq0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4rlKi9q4Xis/s72-c/forget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5073296901268847172</id><published>2007-09-18T09:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:52:29.326+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>White Flag - Dido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ru9Sd1L_wJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1heLcuMGsY8/s1600-h/White-Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ru9Sd1L_wJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1heLcuMGsY8/s320/White-Flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111394774535880850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you, &lt;br /&gt;Or tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it &lt;br /&gt;where's the sense in that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder &lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess and &lt;br /&gt;destruction to come back again &lt;br /&gt;And I caused nothing but trouble &lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again &lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of "it's over" &lt;br /&gt;then I'm sure that that makes sense &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet &lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure we will &lt;br /&gt;All that was there&lt;br /&gt;Will be there still &lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass &lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;And you will think &lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5073296901268847172?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5073296901268847172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5073296901268847172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5073296901268847172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5073296901268847172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/white-flag-dido.html' title='White Flag - Dido'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ru9Sd1L_wJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1heLcuMGsY8/s72-c/White-Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-2756016642547607514</id><published>2007-09-06T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:30:28.396+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Maybe not tonight - Sammy Kershaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You don't touch me anymore&lt;br /&gt;You never say the words I love you&lt;br /&gt;You just sit behind your paper&lt;br /&gt;The silence cuts me like a razor&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday soon&lt;br /&gt;When I can give up this fight&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't talk much anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not the same way we used to&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I reach out to hold you&lt;br /&gt;You turn away&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When the moment's right&lt;br /&gt;Like an eagle I will fly&lt;br /&gt;But maybe not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just hold me&lt;br /&gt;In your arms so deep&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel you breathin' on my skin&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of love&lt;br /&gt;We can fall back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;So many times I've longed to say&lt;br /&gt;You used to brush the hair back from my face &lt;br /&gt;Oh God, how I miss those days&lt;br /&gt;You used to make me feel like someone&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where did we go wrong&lt;br /&gt;You were my best friend, my one and only love&lt;br /&gt;You're still the only one&lt;br /&gt;Just as I'm leaving you&lt;br /&gt;You walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;I see the flicker in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We say maybe not tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you just hold me&lt;br /&gt;In your arms so deep&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel you breathin' on my skin&lt;br /&gt;We fell out of love (How did we fall out of love)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can fall back in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't touch me anymore&lt;br /&gt;You never say the words I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-2756016642547607514?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2756016642547607514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=2756016642547607514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2756016642547607514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2756016642547607514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-not-tonight-sammy-kershaw.html' title='Maybe not tonight - Sammy Kershaw'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6015656263209607343</id><published>2007-09-05T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:57:53.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Fading like a flower - Roxette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rt5aa-mIIoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dj52-XB-lQI/s1600-h/1162137134374sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rt5aa-mIIoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dj52-XB-lQI/s320/1162137134374sol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106618447010734722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a time where the sun descends alone&lt;br /&gt;I ran a long long way from home&lt;br /&gt;To find a heart that’s made of stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try, I just need a little time&lt;br /&gt;To get your face right out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;To see the world through different eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you oh I try to hide away&lt;br /&gt;But when we meet it seems I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;When I scream there’s no reply&lt;br /&gt;When I reach out there’s nothing to find&lt;br /&gt;When I sleep I break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cry, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you oh I try to hide away&lt;br /&gt;But when we meet it seems I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fading like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Fading like a rose&lt;br /&gt;Beaten by the storm&lt;br /&gt;Talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Getting washed by the rain&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a cold cold town&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s a such cold town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you oh I try to hide away&lt;br /&gt;But when we meet it seems I can’t let go&lt;br /&gt;Every time you leave the room I feel I’m fading like a flower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6015656263209607343?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6015656263209607343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6015656263209607343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6015656263209607343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6015656263209607343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/fading-like-flower-roxette.html' title='Fading like a flower - Roxette'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rt5aa-mIIoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Dj52-XB-lQI/s72-c/1162137134374sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-7956931867573346987</id><published>2007-08-27T10:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:16:14.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Leave The Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're not sure that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Baby it ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;To just keep me hangin' 'round&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You say you don't wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna to see my tears&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still standing here&lt;br /&gt;Just watching me drown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry 'bout this heart of mine &lt;br /&gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now you can drag out the heartache &lt;br /&gt;Baby you can make it quick&lt;br /&gt;Really get it over with&lt;br /&gt;And just let me move on&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't concern yourself&lt;br /&gt;With this mess you've left for me&lt;br /&gt;I can clean it up, you see&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're gone&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You not making up your mind&lt;br /&gt;Is killing me and wasting time&lt;br /&gt;I need so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-7956931867573346987?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7956931867573346987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=7956931867573346987' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/7956931867573346987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/7956931867573346987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/leave-pieces.html' title='Leave The Pieces'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-491433618673976600</id><published>2007-08-24T17:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:16:55.363+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>9 WORDS WOMEN USE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Loud Sigh: This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to #3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F@!K YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response, refer to #3.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-491433618673976600?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/491433618673976600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=491433618673976600' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/491433618673976600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/491433618673976600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/9-words-women-use.html' title='9 WORDS WOMEN USE'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3123518392336702851</id><published>2007-08-24T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:37:38.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Don't Argue With The Gay Flight Attendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed an extremely well-dressed and exotic young woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3123518392336702851?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3123518392336702851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3123518392336702851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3123518392336702851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3123518392336702851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/dont-argue-with-gay-flight-attendant.html' title='Don&apos;t Argue With The Gay Flight Attendant'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6091908666513792509</id><published>2007-08-24T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:32:11.314+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Love me.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rs6CWumIIlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O3wI2DwrXqc/s1600-h/ecstasybynobarriers15ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rs6CWumIIlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O3wI2DwrXqc/s320/ecstasybynobarriers15ha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102158754834031186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6091908666513792509?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6091908666513792509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6091908666513792509' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6091908666513792509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6091908666513792509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-me.html' title='Love me.....'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rs6CWumIIlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O3wI2DwrXqc/s72-c/ecstasybynobarriers15ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5613875664158183992</id><published>2007-08-22T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:42:31.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>33 Names of Things You Never Knew had Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AGLET - The plain or ornamental covering on the end of a shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;2. ARMSAYE - The armhole in clothing.&lt;br /&gt;3. CHANKING - Spat-out food, such as rinds or pits.&lt;br /&gt;4. COLUMELLA NASI - The bottom part of the nose between the nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;5. DRAGÉES - Small beadlike pieces of candy, usually silver-coloured, used for decorating cookies, cakes and sundaes.&lt;br /&gt;6. FEAT - A dangling curl of hair.&lt;br /&gt;7. FERRULE - The metal band on a pencil that holds the eraser in place.&lt;br /&gt;8. HARP - The small metal hoop that supports a lampshade.&lt;br /&gt;9. HEMIDEMISEMIQUAVER - A 64th note. (A 32nd is a demisemiquaver, and a 16th note is a semiquaver.)&lt;br /&gt;10. JARNS,&lt;br /&gt;11. NITTLES,&lt;br /&gt;12. GRAWLIX,&lt;br /&gt;13. and QUIMP - Various squiggles used to denote cussing in comic books.&lt;br /&gt;14. KEEPER - The loop on a belt that keeps the end in place after it has passed through the buckle.&lt;br /&gt;15. KICK or PUNT - The indentation at the bottom of some wine bottles. It gives added strength to the bottle but lessens its holding capacity.&lt;br /&gt;16. LIRIPIPE - The long tail on a graduate's academic hood.&lt;br /&gt;17. MINIMUS - The little finger or toe.&lt;br /&gt;18. NEF - An ornamental stand in the shape of a ship.&lt;br /&gt;19. OBDORMITION - The numbness caused by pressure on a nerve; when a limb is 'asleep'.&lt;br /&gt;20. OCTOTHORPE - The symbol '#' on a telephone handset. Bell Labs' engineer Don Macpherson created the word in the 1960s by combining octo-, as in eight, with the name of one of his favourite athletes, 1912 Olympic decathlon champion Jim Thorpe.&lt;br /&gt;21. OPHRYON - The space between the eyebrows on a line with the top of the eye sockets.&lt;br /&gt;22. PEEN - The end of a hammer head opposite the striking face.&lt;br /&gt;23. PHOSPHENES - The lights you see when you close your eyes hard. Technically the luminous impressions are due to the excitation of the retina caused by pressure on the eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;24. PURLICUE - The space between the thumb and extended forefinger.&lt;br /&gt;25. RASCETA - Creases on the inside of the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;26. ROWEL - The revolving star on the back of a cowboy's spurs.&lt;br /&gt;27. SADDLE - The rounded part on the top of a matchbook.&lt;br /&gt;28. SCROOP - The rustle of silk.&lt;br /&gt;29. SNORKEL BOX - A mailbox with a protruding receiver to allow people to deposit mail without leaving their cars.&lt;br /&gt;30. SPRAINTS - Otter dung.&lt;br /&gt;31. TANG - The projecting prong on a tool or instrument.&lt;br /&gt;32. WAMBLE - Stomach rumbling.&lt;br /&gt;33. ZARF - A holder for a handleless coffee cup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5613875664158183992?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5613875664158183992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5613875664158183992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5613875664158183992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5613875664158183992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/33-names-of-things-you-never-knew-had.html' title='33 Names of Things You Never Knew had Names'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-266736780265527875</id><published>2007-08-18T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T14:10:17.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>One Love  - U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsawY-mIIkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Og9JEI2FfPs/s1600-h/one+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsawY-mIIkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Og9JEI2FfPs/s320/one+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099957571209929282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it getting better &lt;br /&gt;Or do you feel the same &lt;br /&gt;Will it make it easier on you now &lt;br /&gt;You got someone to blame &lt;br /&gt;You say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love &lt;br /&gt;One life &lt;br /&gt;When it's one need &lt;br /&gt;In the night &lt;br /&gt;One love &lt;br /&gt;We get to share it &lt;br /&gt;Leaves you baby if you &lt;br /&gt;Don't care for it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I disappoint you &lt;br /&gt;Or leave a bad taste in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;You act like you never had love &lt;br /&gt;And you want me to go without &lt;br /&gt;Well it's... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late &lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;To drag the past out into the light &lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same &lt;br /&gt;We get to &lt;br /&gt;Carry each other &lt;br /&gt;Carry each other &lt;br /&gt;One... &lt;br /&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness &lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead &lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to play Jesus &lt;br /&gt;To the lepers in your head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask too much &lt;br /&gt;More than a lot &lt;br /&gt;You gave me nothing &lt;br /&gt;Now it's all I got &lt;br /&gt;We're one &lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same &lt;br /&gt;Well we &lt;br /&gt;Hurt each other &lt;br /&gt;Then we do it again &lt;br /&gt;You say &lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple &lt;br /&gt;Love a higher law &lt;br /&gt;Love is a temple &lt;br /&gt;Love the higher law &lt;br /&gt;You ask me to enter &lt;br /&gt;But then you make me crawl &lt;br /&gt;And I can't be holding on &lt;br /&gt;To what you got &lt;br /&gt;When all you got is hurt &lt;br /&gt;One love &lt;br /&gt;One blood &lt;br /&gt;One life &lt;br /&gt;You got to do what you should &lt;br /&gt;One life &lt;br /&gt;With each other &lt;br /&gt;Sisters &lt;br /&gt;Brothers &lt;br /&gt;One life &lt;br /&gt;But we're not the same &lt;br /&gt;We get to &lt;br /&gt;Carry each other &lt;br /&gt;Carry each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One...life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-266736780265527875?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/266736780265527875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=266736780265527875' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/266736780265527875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/266736780265527875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-love-u2.html' title='One Love  - U2'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsawY-mIIkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Og9JEI2FfPs/s72-c/one+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5091783148752995925</id><published>2007-08-17T22:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:33:54.412+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>This Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsXUSemIIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fsbsoQxAQFo/s1600-h/u15458994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsXUSemIIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fsbsoQxAQFo/s320/u15458994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099715566982668850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I won't show I'm vulnerable &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I won't give in first &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I will hold out with my love &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I will not be hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love myself &lt;br /&gt;More than anyone else &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna treat me right &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make you say &lt;br /&gt;That you love me first &lt;br /&gt;And you'll be the one with the most to lose tonight &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I won't let my emotions rule my life &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep my heart locked safe inside &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be my own best friend &lt;br /&gt;This time &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be the one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win &lt;br /&gt;Your love &lt;br /&gt;Your affection &lt;br /&gt;To hide &lt;br /&gt;My fear &lt;br /&gt;Of rejection &lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5091783148752995925?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5091783148752995925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5091783148752995925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5091783148752995925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5091783148752995925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-time.html' title='This Time'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsXUSemIIjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fsbsoQxAQFo/s72-c/u15458994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-1012087045441475933</id><published>2007-08-17T19:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:23:18.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analogies'/><title type='text'>Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. &lt;br /&gt;-- Joseph Romm, Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. &lt;br /&gt;-- Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;-- Russell Beland, Springfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty Bag filled with vegetable soup. &lt;br /&gt;-- Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7 p.m. instead of 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;-- Roy Ashley, Washington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;-- Chuck Smith, Woodbridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. &lt;br /&gt;-- Russell Beland, Springfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake &lt;br /&gt;-- Ken Krattenmaker, Landover Hills &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;-- Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jack Bross, Chevy Chase &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. &lt;br /&gt;-- Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like"Second Tall Man." &lt;br /&gt;-- Russell Beland, Springfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. &lt;br /&gt;-- Jennifer Hart, Arlington &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. &lt;br /&gt;-- Wayne Goode, Madison, Ala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth. &lt;br /&gt;-- Paul Kocak, Syracuse, N.Y. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. &lt;br /&gt;-- Russell Beland, Springfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunder was ominous-sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play. &lt;br /&gt;-- Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. &lt;br /&gt;-- Chuck Smith, Woodbridge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-1012087045441475933?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1012087045441475933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=1012087045441475933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1012087045441475933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1012087045441475933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/worst-analogies-ever-written-in-high.html' title='Worst Analogies Ever Written in a High School Essay'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-1095748166714918223</id><published>2007-08-17T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:56:48.036+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>One wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsV3jumIIiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N7DHi5Ow0IQ/s1600-h/6csjaeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsV3jumIIiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N7DHi5Ow0IQ/s320/6csjaeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099613608754029090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-1095748166714918223?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1095748166714918223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=1095748166714918223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1095748166714918223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1095748166714918223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='One wish....'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsV3jumIIiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/N7DHi5Ow0IQ/s72-c/6csjaeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-9129919153195051607</id><published>2007-08-17T15:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:30:40.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsVxvumIIhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ep2AQmve810/s1600-h/woman-head-in-handsb%26w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsVxvumIIhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ep2AQmve810/s320/woman-head-in-handsb%26w.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099607217842692626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go, (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts. You are not alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-9129919153195051607?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9129919153195051607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=9129919153195051607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/9129919153195051607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/9129919153195051607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts.....'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RsVxvumIIhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ep2AQmve810/s72-c/woman-head-in-handsb%26w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-1544884298541983673</id><published>2007-08-14T15:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:06:18.645+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Men never listen..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; On a flight to Chicago, a gentleman had made several&lt;br /&gt; attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had&lt;br /&gt; always been occupied.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The flight attendant noticed his predicament. "Sir," &lt;br /&gt; she said, "You may use the ladies room if you promise&lt;br /&gt; not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He did what he needed to, and as he sat there he&lt;br /&gt; noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each &lt;br /&gt; button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a&lt;br /&gt; red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched&lt;br /&gt; them?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. Warm water was&lt;br /&gt; sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice feeling, &lt;br /&gt; he thought. Men's restrooms don't have nice things&lt;br /&gt; like this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA&lt;br /&gt; button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently&lt;br /&gt; drying his underside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large&lt;br /&gt; powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent&lt;br /&gt; of spring flowers to this unbelievable pleasure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is &lt;br /&gt; tender loving pleasure.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When the powder puff comple ted its pleasure, he&lt;br /&gt; couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew&lt;br /&gt; would be supreme ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Next thing he knew he was in a hospital. As soon as he &lt;br /&gt; opened his eyes, a nurse was staring down at him with&lt;br /&gt; a smirk on her face.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What happened?" he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; You pushed one too many buttons," replied the nurse.&lt;br /&gt; The last button marked ATR was an Automatic Tampon&lt;br /&gt; Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Men Never Listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-1544884298541983673?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1544884298541983673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=1544884298541983673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1544884298541983673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1544884298541983673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/men-never-listen.html' title='Men never listen..........'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3892950948057399049</id><published>2007-08-14T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:15:05.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.     I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient,  I would evaluate his wound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors,&lt;br /&gt; got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another  doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   I inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there  for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit  late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she  had not recognized him in five years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every  morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know &lt;br /&gt; me, but I still know who she is."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my  arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an  acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything  they have. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3892950948057399049?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3892950948057399049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3892950948057399049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3892950948057399049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3892950948057399049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-what-love-is-all-about.html' title='THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT!!!!!'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3039632501258250006</id><published>2007-08-09T12:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:19:43.277+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cat Posts.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rrq4dHWox7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GsEtC-JnsgM/s1600-h/1185211631-1176566939443.b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rrq4dHWox7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GsEtC-JnsgM/s320/1185211631-1176566939443.b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096588738652850098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow. - Jeff Valdez" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats. - English proverb" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As every cat owner knows, nobody owns a cat. - Ellen Perry Berkeley" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The smallest feline is a masterpiece. - Leonardo da Vinci" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats. - Anonymous" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cat just leads to another. - Ernest Hemingway" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how much cats fight, there always seems to be plenty of kittens. - Abraham Lincoln" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. - Ernest Hemingway" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs come when they're called; cats take a message and get back to you later. - Mary Bly" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of all God's creatures, there is only one that cannot be made slave of the lash. That one is the cat.- Mark Twain" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve the man, but it would deteriorate the cat. - Mark Twain" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People that hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. - Faith Resnick" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. - Jules Verne" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not meddle in the affairs of cats, for they are subtle and will piss on your computer. - Bruce Graham" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats. - Anonymous" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior. - Hippolyte Taine" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats. - Albert Schweitzer" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cat has too much spirit to have no heart. - Ernest Menaul" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.- George F. Will" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If cats could talk, they wouldn't.- Nan Porter" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs believe they are human. Cats believe they are God. - Unknown" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time spent with cats is never wasted. - Colette" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware of people who dislike cats. - Irish proverb" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will always be lucky if you know how to make friends with strange cats. -Colonial American proverb" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.- Joseph Wood Krutch" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats aren't clean, they're just covered with cat spit.- John S. Nichols" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats are mysterious folk. There is more passing in their minds than we are aware of. - Sir Walter Scott" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How we behave toward cats here below determines our status in heaven. - Robert A. Heinlein" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no ordinary cats. - Colette" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats invented self-esteem; there is not an insecure bone in their body. - Erma Bombeck" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything comes to those who wait...except a cat. - Marilyn Peterson" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only mystery about the cat is why it ever decided to become a domestic animal. - Sir Compton Mackenzie" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To assume a cat is asleep is a grave mistake. He can close his eyes and keep both his ears awake. - Aileen Fisher" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A cat can purr its way out of anything.- Donna McCrohan" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who will play with cats must expect to be scratched. - Cervantes" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat. - Robert A. Heinlein" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the beginning, God created man, but seeing him so feeble, He gave him the cat. - Warren Eckstein" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If animals could speak the dog would be a a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much. - Mark Twain" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If cats had opposable thumbs, they would have no need of humans - Toby" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dogs have owners, Cats have staff - Unknown" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem with cats is that they get the exact same look on their face whether they see a moth or an axe-murderer. -Paula Poundstone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes. Can they be thinking, "I'll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice? -Bette Midler" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cats don't bark and act brave when they see something small in fur or feathers, they kill it. Dogs tend to bravado. They're braggarts. In the great evolutionary drama the dog is Sergeant Bilko, the cat is Rambo." --James Gorman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gave my cat a bath the other day ... they love it. He sat there, he enjoyed it, it was fun for me. The fur would stick to my tongue, but other than that..." --Steve Martin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath." --W. C. Fields &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a cat, "NO!" means "Not while I'm looking" -- Unknown &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I played in the sandbox, the cat kept covering me up." - Rodney Dangerfield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3039632501258250006?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3039632501258250006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3039632501258250006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3039632501258250006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3039632501258250006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-is-no-snooze-button-on-cat-who.html' title='Cat Posts.........'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rrq4dHWox7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/GsEtC-JnsgM/s72-c/1185211631-1176566939443.b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-1604575748364777091</id><published>2007-08-03T11:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:37:04.138+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Unfortunately Placed Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/EeY9kXeMJHg/s1600-h/a84_a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/EeY9kXeMJHg/s320/a84_a1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094351554612873058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XrLxQOVijHE/s1600-h/a84_a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/XrLxQOVijHE/s320/a84_a2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094351554612873074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/sNds3PvpATI/s1600-h/a84_a11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/sNds3PvpATI/s320/a84_a11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094351554612873090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFwHWox5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4lnrUb8gMKs/s1600-h/a84_a4_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFwHWox5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4lnrUb8gMKs/s320/a84_a4_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094351558907840402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFwHWox6I/AAAAAAAAAII/aJtmUjAQzQM/s1600-h/a84_a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFwHWox6I/AAAAAAAAAII/aJtmUjAQzQM/s320/a84_a3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094351558907840418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-1604575748364777091?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1604575748364777091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=1604575748364777091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1604575748364777091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/1604575748364777091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/unfortunately-placed-ads.html' title='Unfortunately Placed Ads'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLFv3Wox2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/EeY9kXeMJHg/s72-c/a84_a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-8687225575604311108</id><published>2007-08-03T11:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:26:46.410+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Two Wolves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLDl3Wox1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FCZ1c6EdziE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLDl3Wox1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FCZ1c6EdziE/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094349183790925650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fight is going on inside me... it is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same fight is going on inside you and every other person, too.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They thought about this for a minute, and then one child asked his grandfather... “Which wolf will win?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Cherokee simply replied... “The one you feed.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-8687225575604311108?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8687225575604311108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=8687225575604311108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/8687225575604311108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/8687225575604311108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-wolves.html' title='Two Wolves'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RrLDl3Wox1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FCZ1c6EdziE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6535850342103599510</id><published>2007-07-24T16:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:32:49.112+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Some breath taking photos.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcSnWoxxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_LxzKqm1R1M/s1600-h/Uxda31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcSnWoxxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_LxzKqm1R1M/s320/Uxda31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717166171899666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcS3WoxyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9GAS11kprlE/s1600-h/V5FLF2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcS3WoxyI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9GAS11kprlE/s320/V5FLF2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717170466866978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcS3WoxzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZsESMKOxAk/s1600-h/vTlXBj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcS3WoxzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OZsESMKOxAk/s320/vTlXBj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717170466866994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcTHWox0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LgacpVuPadg/s1600-h/Wg9ZSq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcTHWox0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LgacpVuPadg/s320/Wg9ZSq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090717174761834306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUHWoxsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y0qoWCl-4bw/s1600-h/dNZM1F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUHWoxsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y0qoWCl-4bw/s320/dNZM1F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090711694383564482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUHWoxtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fB25UJXNbt8/s1600-h/LcqIyQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUHWoxtI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fB25UJXNbt8/s320/LcqIyQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090711694383564498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUnWoxuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t3cU5AAeye8/s1600-h/R2QzuR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUnWoxuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/t3cU5AAeye8/s320/R2QzuR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090711702973499106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUnWoxvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ooLQyIoIb-M/s1600-h/sPEw75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXUnWoxvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ooLQyIoIb-M/s320/sPEw75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090711702973499122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXU3WoxwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MGwmJY-214o/s1600-h/tqVtyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXXU3WoxwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MGwmJY-214o/s320/tqVtyu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090711707268466434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWaXWoxnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lOwc6iO6_OM/s1600-h/4ZnfeI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWaXWoxnI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lOwc6iO6_OM/s320/4ZnfeI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090710702246119026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWanWoxoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/403XZ1ZLFH8/s1600-h/B360bD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWanWoxoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/403XZ1ZLFH8/s320/B360bD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090710706541086338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWanWoxpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3bETQZEuj94/s1600-h/BfKOpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWanWoxpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3bETQZEuj94/s320/BfKOpt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090710706541086354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWa3WoxqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2CUYqzw9skI/s1600-h/C1J6TF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWa3WoxqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2CUYqzw9skI/s320/C1J6TF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090710710836053666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWa3WoxrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K6fTjmYczgg/s1600-h/ceo046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXWa3WoxrI/AAAAAAAAAGI/K6fTjmYczgg/s320/ceo046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090710710836053682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6535850342103599510?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6535850342103599510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6535850342103599510' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6535850342103599510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6535850342103599510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-breath-taking-photos.html' title='Some breath taking photos.....'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXcSnWoxxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_LxzKqm1R1M/s72-c/Uxda31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-215133513138680186</id><published>2007-07-24T15:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:01:55.404+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ads'/><title type='text'>Vintage Ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9XWoxaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oHNU0P20FTw/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9XWoxaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oHNU0P20FTw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090709104518284706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9nWoxbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C5UYp4ILFH8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9nWoxbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/C5UYp4ILFH8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090709108813252018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9nWoxcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wFnmvsJbvYU/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9nWoxcI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wFnmvsJbvYU/s320/39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090709108813252034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-215133513138680186?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/215133513138680186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=215133513138680186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/215133513138680186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/215133513138680186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/vintage-ads.html' title='Vintage Ads'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RqXU9XWoxaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/oHNU0P20FTw/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-2952754748635603980</id><published>2007-07-13T16:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-13T16:26:00.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facts'/><title type='text'>51 THINGS EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW</title><content type='html'>(or 51 Completely Useless Facts!)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1.The word "queue" is the only word in the English language that is still&lt;br /&gt;pronounced the same way when the last four letters are removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms  like fried bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Of all the words in the English language, the word 'set' has the most definitions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What is called a "French kiss" in the English speaking world is known as an "English kiss" in France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."Almost" is the longest word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6."Rhythm" is the longest English word without a vowel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.In 1386, a pig in France was executed by public hanging for the murder of a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.You can't kill yourself by holding your breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.There is a city called Rome on every continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.It's against the law to have a pet dog in Iceland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Your heart beats over 100,000 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Horatio Nelson, one of England's most illustrious admirals was throughout his life, never able to find a cure for his sea-sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The skeleton of Jeremy Bentham is present at all important meetings of the University of London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Your ribs move about 5 million times a year, everytime you breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The elephant is the only mammal  that can't jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.One quarter of the bones in your body, are in your feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.The first known transfusion of blood was performed as early as 1667, when Jean-Baptiste, transfused two pints of blood from a sheep to a young man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Fingernails grow nearly 4 times faster than toenails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Most dust particles in your house are made from dead skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.The present population of 5 billion plus people of the world is predicted to become 15 billion by 2080.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Adolf Hitler was a vegetarian, and had only ONE testicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Months that begin on a Sunday will always have a "Friday the 13th."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Coca-Cola would be green if colouring weren’t added to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.On average a hedgehog's  heart beats 300 times a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.More people are killed each year from bees than from snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.More people are allergic to cow's milk than any other food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Camels have three eyelids to protect themselves from blowing sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.The placement of a donkey's eyes in its' heads enables it to see all four feet at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.The six official languages of the United Nations are: English, French, Arabic, Chinese, Russian and Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Earth is the only planet not named after a god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.It's against the law to burp, or sneeze in a church in Nebraska, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.You're born with 300 bones, but by the time you become an adult, you only have 206.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Some worms will eat themselves if they can't find any food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Dolphins sleep with one eye open!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.The worlds oldest piece of chewing gum is 9000 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.The longest recorded flight  of a chicken is 13 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Queen Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Slugs have 4 noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Owls are the only birds who can see the colour blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for 69 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.The average person laughs 10 times a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-2952754748635603980?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2952754748635603980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=2952754748635603980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2952754748635603980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2952754748635603980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/51-things-everyone-should-know.html' title='51 THINGS EVERYONE SHOULD KNOW'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-8591733758395506102</id><published>2007-07-06T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:24:11.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>A box full of kisses!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ro4tXUfknII/AAAAAAAAAD0/6lN2-78nYyE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ro4tXUfknII/AAAAAAAAAD0/6lN2-78nYyE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084050908009241730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper.  Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.  Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.  He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"  The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."  The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.  It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.  In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family or God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-8591733758395506102?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8591733758395506102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=8591733758395506102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/8591733758395506102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/8591733758395506102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/box-full-of-kisses.html' title='A box full of kisses!!!'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Ro4tXUfknII/AAAAAAAAAD0/6lN2-78nYyE/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-2575842625252175016</id><published>2007-07-05T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:59:02.497+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>I Believe in the wisdom of "I Believe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rozj8kfknHI/AAAAAAAAADs/nlM-83IwfKE/s1600-h/1116973-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rozj8kfknHI/AAAAAAAAADs/nlM-83IwfKE/s320/1116973-medium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083688709122202738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe- that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that no matter how good a friend is, They're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that you can keep going long after you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that money is a lousy way of keeping score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe- that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-2575842625252175016?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2575842625252175016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=2575842625252175016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2575842625252175016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2575842625252175016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-believe-in-wisdom-of-i-believe.html' title='I Believe in the wisdom of &quot;I Believe&quot;'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rozj8kfknHI/AAAAAAAAADs/nlM-83IwfKE/s72-c/1116973-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5183530370254848513</id><published>2007-07-04T12:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:35:11.026+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>WOMAN - MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RotGiEfknGI/AAAAAAAAADk/a9YuRDZ0E9g/s1600-h/friedrich018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RotGiEfknGI/AAAAAAAAADk/a9YuRDZ0E9g/s320/friedrich018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083234155553397858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WOMAN'S POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I lay me down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a man, who's not a creep,&lt;br /&gt;One who's handsome, smart and strong.&lt;br /&gt;One who loves to listen long,&lt;br /&gt;One who thinks before he speaks,&lt;br /&gt;One who'll call, not wait for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I pray he's gainfully employed,&lt;br /&gt;When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Pulls out my chair and opens my door,&lt;br /&gt;Massages my back and begs to do more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"&lt;br /&gt;I pray that this man will love me to no end,&lt;br /&gt;And always be my very best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN'S POEM&lt;br /&gt;I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor&lt;br /&gt;store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5183530370254848513?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5183530370254848513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5183530370254848513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5183530370254848513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5183530370254848513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/woman-man.html' title='WOMAN - MAN'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RotGiEfknGI/AAAAAAAAADk/a9YuRDZ0E9g/s72-c/friedrich018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6842651261662566698</id><published>2007-07-03T16:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:58:57.821+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Some interesting pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6UfknCI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Q9PR3rSx5A/s1600-h/035b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6UfknCI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Q9PR3rSx5A/s320/035b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082931106955959330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknDI/AAAAAAAAADM/AnZV_qqWz0k/s1600-h/20060421104253_waxing-storm-iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknDI/AAAAAAAAADM/AnZV_qqWz0k/s320/20060421104253_waxing-storm-iii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082931111250926642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknEI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vascyk-F7uQ/s1600-h/Paris_Eiffel100th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknEI/AAAAAAAAADU/Vascyk-F7uQ/s320/Paris_Eiffel100th.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082931111250926658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknFI/AAAAAAAAADc/LOtvPeWxnoQ/s1600-h/cats-in-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6kfknFI/AAAAAAAAADc/LOtvPeWxnoQ/s320/cats-in-love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082931111250926674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6842651261662566698?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6842651261662566698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6842651261662566698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6842651261662566698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6842651261662566698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-interesting-pictures.html' title='Some interesting pictures'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rooy6UfknCI/AAAAAAAAADE/2Q9PR3rSx5A/s72-c/035b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6736256569573941094</id><published>2007-07-03T16:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:51:48.553+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mens health'/><title type='text'>18 tricks to teach your body-especially for men!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9, playing your armpit was a cool trick. Now, as an adult, you can still appreciate a good body-based feat, but you're more discriminating. Take that tickle in your throat; it's not worth gagging over. Here's a better way to scratch your itch: "When the nerves in the ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a muscle spasm," says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose, and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. "This spasm relieves the tickle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Experience supersonic hearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck chatting up a mumbler at a cocktail party, lean in with your right ear. It's better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you're trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Overcome your most primal urge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pee? No bathroom nearby? Fantasize about Jessica Simpson. Thinking about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won't feel as much discomfort, says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine. For best results, try Simpson's "These Boots Are Made for Walking" video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Feel no pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German researchers have discovered that coughing during an injection can lessen the pain of the needle stick. According to Taras Usichenko, author of a study on the phenomenon, the trick causes a sudden, temporary rise in pressure in the chest and spinal canal, inhibiting the pain-conducting structures of the spinal cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Clear your stuffed nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Sudafed. An easier, quicker, and cheaper way to relieve sinus pressure is by alternately thrusting your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then pressing between your eyebrows with one finger. This causes the vomer bone, which runs through the nasal passages to the mouth, to rock back and forth, says Lisa DeStefano, D.O., an assistant professor at the Michigan State University college of osteopathic medicine. The motion loosens congestion; after 20 seconds, you'll feel your sinuses start to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fight fire without water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried those wings will repeat on you tonight? "Sleep on your left side," says Anthony A. Starpoli, M.D., a New York City gastroenterologist and assistant professor of medicine at New York Medical College. Studies have shown that patients who sleep on their left sides are less likely to suffer from acid reflux. The esophagus and stomach connect at an angle. When you sleep on your right, the stomach is higher than the esophagus, allowing food and stomach acid to slide up your throat. When you're on your left, the stomach is lower than the esophagus, so gravity's in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cure your toothache without opening your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rub ice on the back of your hand, on the V-shaped webbed area between your thumb and index finger. A Canadian study found that this technique reduces toothache pain by as much as 50 percent compared with using no ice. The nerve pathways at the base of that V stimulate an area of the brain that blocks pain signals from the face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make burns disappear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you accidentally singe your finger on the stove, clean the skin and apply light pressure with the finger pads of your unmarred hand. Ice will relieve your pain more quickly, Dr. DeStefano says, but since the natual method brings the burned skin back to a normal temperature, the skin is less likely to blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop the world from spinning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One too many drinks left you dizzy? Put your hand on something stable. The part of your ear responsible for balance -- the cupula -- floats in a fluid of the same density as blood. "As alcohol dilutes blood in the cupula, the cupula becomes less dense and rises," says Dr. Schaffer. This confuses your brain. The tactile input from a stable object gives the brain a second opinion, and you feel more in balance. Because the nerves in the hand are so sensitive, this works better than the conventional foot-on-the-floor wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Unstitch your side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like most people, when you run, you exhale as your right foot hits the ground. This puts downward pressure on your liver (which lives on your right side), which then tugs at the diaphragm and creates a side stitch, according to The Doctors Book of Home Remedies for Men. The fix: Exhale as your left foot strikes the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stanch blood with a single finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching your nose and leaning back is a great way to stop a nosebleed -- if you don't mind choking on your own O positive. A more civil approach: Put some cotton on your upper gums -- just behind that small dent below your nose -- and press against it, hard. "Most bleeds come from the front of the septum, the cartilage wall that divides the nose," says Peter Desmarais, M.D., an ear, nose, and throat specialist at Entabeni Hospital, in Durban, South Africa. "Pressing here helps stop them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make your heart stand still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to quell first-date jitters? Blow on your thumb. The vagus nerve, which governs heart rate, can be controlled through breathing, says Ben Abo, an emergency medical- services specialist at the University of Pittsburgh. It'll get your heart rate back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Thaw your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much Chipwich too fast will freeze the brains of lesser men. As for you, press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, covering as much as you can. "Since the nerves in the roof of your mouth get extremely cold, your body thinks your brain is freezing, too," says Abo. "In compensating, it overheats, causing an ice-cream headache." The more pressure you apply to the roof of your mouth, the faster your headache will subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Prevent near-sightedness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor distance vision is rarely caused by genetics, says Anne Barber, O.D., an optometrist in Tacoma, Washington. "It's usually caused by near-point stress." In other words, staring at your computer screen for too long. So flex your way to 20/20 vision. Every few hours during the day, close your eyes, tense your body, take a deep breath, and, after a few seconds, release your breath and muscles at the same time. Tightening and releasing muscles such as the biceps and glutes can trick involuntary muscles -- like the eyes -- into relaxing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Wake the dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hand falls asleep while you're driving or sitting in an odd position, rock your head from side to side. It'll painlessly banish your pins and needles in less than a minute, says Dr. DeStefano. A tingly hand or arm is often the result of compression in the bundle of nerves in your neck; loosening your neck muscles releases the pressure. Compressed nerves lower in the body govern the feet, so don't let your sleeping dogs lie. Stand up and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Impress your friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're at a party, try this trick: Have a person hold one arm straight out to the side, palm down, and instruct him to maintain this position. Then place two fingers on his wrist and push down. He'll resist. Now have him put one foot on a surface that's a half inch higher (a few magazines) and repeat. This time his arm will cave like the French. By misaligning his hips, you've offset his spine, says Rachel Cosgrove, C.S.C.S., co-owner of Results Fitness, in Santa Clarita, California. Your brain senses that the spine is vulnerable, so it shuts down the body's ability to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Breathe underwater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're dying to retrieve that quarter from the bottom of the pool, take several short breaths first -- essentially, hyperventilate. When you're underwater, it's not a lack of oxygen that makes you desperate for a breath; it's the buildup of carbon dioxide, which makes your blood acidic, which signals your brain that somethin' ain't right. "When you hyperventilate, the influx of oxygen lowers blood acidity," says Jonathan Armbruster, Ph.D., an associate professor of biology at Auburn University. "This tricks your brain into thinking it has more oxygen." It'll buy you up to 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Read minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own! "If you're giving a speech the next day, review it before falling asleep," says Candi Heimgartner, an instructor of biological sciences at the University of Idaho. Since most memory consolidation happens during sleep, anything you read right before bed is more likely to be encoded as long-term memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6736256569573941094?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6736256569573941094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6736256569573941094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6736256569573941094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6736256569573941094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/18-tricks-to-teach-your-body-especially.html' title='18 tricks to teach your body-especially for men!!!'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-2255389329503005894</id><published>2007-07-03T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:29:28.417+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sayings'/><title type='text'>Witty Sayings Proving Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In general the art of government consists in taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens to give it to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: “O Lord, make my enemies ridiculous.” And God granted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it would be very singular that all nature, all the planets, should obey eternal laws, and that there should be a little animal five feet high, who, in contempt of these laws, could act as he pleased, solely according to his caprice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God created us in his own image, we have more than reciprocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense is not so common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have two religions in your land, the two will cut each other’s throats; but if you have thirty religions, they will dwell in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many stars at night in the sky but find them not when the sun rises; can you say that there are no stars in the heaven of day? So, O man! because you behold not God in the days of your ignorance, say not that there is no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is a comdedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses which do not teach men new and moving truths do not deserve to be read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great many laws in a country, like many physicians, is a sign of malady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to become boring is to say everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sects are different, because they come from men; morality is everywhere the same, because it comes from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England has forty-two religions and only two sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorce is probably of nearly the same date as marriage. I believe, however, that marriage is some weeks the more ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appreciation is a wonderful thing: it makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now my good man, this is no time for making enemies.&lt;br /&gt;    -on his deathbed, to a priest asking that he renounce Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A witty saying proves nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-2255389329503005894?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2255389329503005894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=2255389329503005894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2255389329503005894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/2255389329503005894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/witty-sayings-proving-nothing.html' title='Witty Sayings Proving Nothing'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-8341284639711982733</id><published>2007-07-03T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:08:30.788+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo'/><title type='text'>Bitterroot National Forest Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RonkJUfknBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-HbzTH49W5k/s1600-h/montanafire_3_adj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RnktaVra25I/AAAAAAAAACo/6op4bLmve8Y/s320/fl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078139985356053394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairies have always fascinated me...so you can imagine my happiness when i saw a full an entire web page dedicated to these mystical creatures...this is something that i picked up from the website....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fairy Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over hill, over dale,&lt;br /&gt;Thorough bush, thorough brier,&lt;br /&gt;Over park, over pale,&lt;br /&gt;Thorough flood, thorough fire,&lt;br /&gt;I do wander everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Swifter than the moonè's sphere;&lt;br /&gt;And I serve the fairy queen,&lt;br /&gt;To dew her orbs upon the green:&lt;br /&gt;The cowslips tall her pensioners be;&lt;br /&gt;In their gold coats spots you see;&lt;br /&gt;Those be rubies, fairy favours,&lt;br /&gt;In those freckles live their savours:&lt;br /&gt;I must go seek some dew-drops here,&lt;br /&gt;And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-30741875054736847?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/30741875054736847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=30741875054736847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/30741875054736847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/30741875054736847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/fairy-land.html' title='Fairy Land'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RnktaVra25I/AAAAAAAAACo/6op4bLmve8Y/s72-c/fl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-4009059266583928492</id><published>2007-06-18T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:06:16.500+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Washing Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RnYnv1ra24I/AAAAAAAAACg/KlXAGnWH-G4/s1600-h/washing_machine.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RnYnv1ra24I/AAAAAAAAACg/KlXAGnWH-G4/s320/washing_machine.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077289332723342210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know , this post is totally out of line...but then i could not help posting it...something like a ready reference  ....so happy washing!!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *  After a hem or seam is removed, there are often unsightly holes left in the fabric. These holes can be removed by placing a cloth, moistened with distilled vinegar, under the fabric and ironing.&lt;br /&gt;   * BALLPOINT INK: &lt;br /&gt;         Rub glycerine into area; let stand fifteen to twenty minutes, and wash with              &lt;br /&gt;         dishwashing detergent. &lt;br /&gt;         Spray with inexpensive hair spray, and flush with water. &lt;br /&gt;         Rub glycerine into area, and let stand fifteen to twenty minutes. Use  &lt;br /&gt;         dishwashing detergent and water sparingly. Dab with cool water; dry flat. &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;   * Ballpoint Pen:  To remove ballpoint pen from your jeans, soak the spot in a bowl of milk. The milk will turn blue, you may have to repeat it a couple of times. Add cologne to the final rinse water. Or try metho.To remove ballpoint pen from vinyl, spray with hairspray and wipe clean. It works like magic!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * Blankets: Set the cycle, add detergent, and let the machine fill. When all the soap is dissolved, add the blanket. Let it soak, and then wash on gentle. Add 1-1/2 cups white vinegar to the final rinse. It will give the blanket a clean smell and give it a little fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Blood Stains: Remove with hydrogen peroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Blue Jeans: To soften new blue jeans, soak them overnight (or for 12 hours) in cold water with plenty of fabric softener. Then wash as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Body Oil Stains: To remove body oil stains from collars and cuffs of coloured shirts and blouses, rub hair shampoo directly on the stains. Rinse out the shampoo, and then wash the clothes as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Brighten fabric colours. Add a ½ cup vinegar to the rinse cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * CHOCOLATE: Start with a combination solvent for grease, then follow up with a digestant for protein, if necessary. Start with an oil solvent for grease. Dab with vinegar for color if necessary. Dab with cool water; dry flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Clean a scorched iron plate by heating equal parts vinegar and salt in a small pan. Then rub the solution on the cooled iron surface to remove dark or burned stains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Clothes will rinse better if a cup of vinegar is added to the last rinse water. The acid in vinegar is too mild to harm fabrics but strong enough to dissolve the alkali’s in soaps and detergents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * COFFEE: Using an eyedropper, flush with vinegar to remove colour. For sugar, flush with water. For milk, follow up with a combination solvent. Dab with vinegar to remove colour. For sugar, flush with water. For milk, follow up with an oil solvent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *  Coke Cola: To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of coke into a load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your windshield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Cotton and wool blankets become soft, fluffy and free of soap odour if 2 cups of distilled vinegar are added to the rinse cycle of the wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Curtains:  Restore the body to limp Dacron curtains by soaking them in one gallon of water mixed with one cup Epsom salts, then rinse. Make good looking curtains from bed sheets, either plain or fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Delicates: Slip them in a covered jar with a little cold-water soap and shake until they are clean. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Deodorant and anti-perspirants stains may be removed from clothing by lightly rubbing with distilled vinegar and laundering as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Deodorize a wool sweater: Wash sweater, then rinse in equal parts vinegar and water to remove odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Designer Jeans: The first time you wash them, soak them for two hours in cold, heavily salted water (3 tablespoons per gallon). This will set the dye. Then wash, using the cold water setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Detergents: If you use concentrated liquid detergent, keep a plastic cup handy by the machine. Use it for measuring. After you pour in the detergent, throw in the cup (or the plastic cap for the bottle if you use this to measure). The wash will pick up all the excess that was left in the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Don't overload the clothes dryer.  Clean lint filter from dryer after each use. Never dry clothes completely in the dryer. Take them out while they are still damp and let them hang dry. With 100 percent cotton, don't put them in the dryer. Hang dry and they will have fewer wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Dried blood comes out with a little effort. The hydrogen peroxide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Dye dingy lingerie with onion skins. Simmer the dried skins of 8-10 onions with 1/2 cup salt and 2 tablespoons alum in a large pot of water. Add several items of lingerie at a time. Cook the dye bath over low heat, stirring gently but constantly, until the desired shade is achieved. Depending on the fabric content, onion skin dye will colour lingerie from gold to rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Dye graying white fabrics. If Clorox bleach won't whiten a graying white garment, soak the item in hot, strong brewed Lipton tea until it is a shade darker than you desire. Then rinse in cold water and let dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Excess laundry suds that develop during hand laundry may be eliminated by splashing a little vinegar into the second rinse. Follow this with another rinse in plain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Fabric Softener: To make your own fabric softener sheets, dab a little liquid fabric softener onto a washcloth. Throw it into the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * FELT-TIP INK: Flush with denatured alcohol using an eyedropper; wash with dishwashing detergent. Rub glycerin into area; let stand fifteen to twenty minutes, then use alcohol. Dab with cool water; dry flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * FRUIT &amp; VEGETABLE: (juice, jam) Start with denatured alcohol. Using an eyedropper, flush with vinegar to remove remaining colour, then dishwashing detergent to remove residue. Same as for washables, using water sparingly. Even if you can't see stain, point out area to dry cleaner, since any sugar that remains can caramelise when dry-cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Get rid of lint in clothes. Add 1/2 cup of vinegar to the rinse cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Get smoke smell out of clothes by adding a cup of vinegar to a bath tub of hot water. Hang clothes above the steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Grease Stains- use Coca Cola; it will also remove grease stains from the driveway overnight. We know it will take corrosion from batteries!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * GREASE: (butter, oil, mayonnaise) Start with a combination solvent. Follow up with mineral spirits or an oil solvent if necessary. Use an oil solvent, then dab with cool water; dry flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Grease you can't get off, try Sprite or 7-Up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   * If you are out of laundry detergent, substitute 1/4 cup powdered dishwasher detergent per load. Use this ONLY if the clothes you are washing can stand a little bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * If you run out of fabric softener, add a little of your hair cream rinse to the rinse cycle. Clothes will be soft and fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * In place of the oil add Laundry Detergent, 1 Cup soap flakes, ½ Cup washing soda, ½ Cup borax, Mix ingredients together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Ink Stains: To remove ink stains from clothing, scrub with a washcloth dipped in rubbing alcohol. Rinse with clean water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Iron: To clean the bottom of the iron, sprinkle salt on the ironing board and iron back and forth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   * Ironing: To clean your steam iron, fill it with white vinegar. Let it steam the big bursts are over. Turn it off, and pour out the vinegar after it has cooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Lingerie: Make some very strong tea and soak dingy lingerie until it is just a little darker than desired. Rinse quickly once in cold, clear water, and the dye is set.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * LIPSTICK: Use a combination solvent to remove grease. Using an eyedropper, flush with vinegar or a mild bleach to remove remaining color. Use an oil solvent to remove grease. Dab with vinegar to remove remaining color. Dab with cool water; dry flat.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * MUD: Shake or scrape off residue. For large areas, presoak in a solution of warm water and laundry detergent. For small areas, use a combination solvent. Follow up with vinegar or peroxide if necessary. Shake or scrape off residue. Use dishwashing detergent and water sparingly. Dab with vinegar for colour.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   * Once a month pour one cup of vinegar into the washing machine and run the machine through a normal cycle, without clothes.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   * Panty hose: Add a dash of liquid fabric softener to the final rinse when washing panty hose. It lubricates the fibres, and adds life to the hosiery. You can keep it handy in a leftover dishwashing detergent squirt bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Prevent lint from clinging to clothes: Add one cup vinegar to each wash load.&lt;br /&gt;      Keep bright colours from running. Immerse clothes in full strength vinegar for 10 minutes before washing.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * PROTEIN: (blood, egg, grass) Soak bloodstains in cold salt water first. Use digestant. If necessary, flush with vinegar or hydrogen peroxide, using an eyedropper, to remove color. Use dishwashing detergent, dab with cool water, and blot out excess moisture; dry flat.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   * Remove Ink from Clothing Read the care label! If it says dry-clean only, or the mark is large, rush it to the cleaners. Washable: Try cleaning fluid, spot remover, or petroleum-based pre-wash spray. Test in an inconspicuous area to be sure it's safe for the fabric.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    * Remove wine stains with salt. Place garment stain side down on paper towels and dab cleaner on stain using a paper or terry-cloth towel. Check paper towels underneath and move frequently so there's always a clean area under the stain to absorb ink. Let area dry and check it. If ink remains, treat with pre-wash spray and launder. Before drying, check again. Still visible: Repeat steps.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    *  WAX OR GUM: Use ice to freeze wax or gum, or place item in freezer; scrape or crack off as much as you can, then use an oil solvent or mineral spirits to remove residue. Same as for washables.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    * WHITE WINE: Flush with water, and wash as you normally would. Dab with cool water; dry flat. Point out to dry cleaner, even if spot is not visible, since any sugar that remains can caramelise when dry-cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    * Whites: Soak white laundry in lemon juice and water. Lemons have a natural bleaching ingredient and can be used to whiten clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-4009059266583928492?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4009059266583928492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=4009059266583928492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/4009059266583928492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/4009059266583928492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-this-post-is-totally-out-of-line.html' title='Washing Tips'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/RnYnv1ra24I/AAAAAAAAACg/KlXAGnWH-G4/s72-c/washing_machine.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-278647640895466952</id><published>2007-06-13T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:42:01.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Two Teardrops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_e_Vra22I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4-OXHil2ABs/s1600-h/2teardrops.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_e_Vra22I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4-OXHil2ABs/s320/2teardrops.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075520484802222946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two teardrops were floating down the river.&lt;br /&gt;One teardrop said to the other,&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the soft blue eyes of a woman in love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm  a tear of joy, she couldn't carry,&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy she just got married.&lt;br /&gt;I was on her cheek when she wiped me away with her glove.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the look on her face she didn't need me.&lt;br /&gt;So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other tear said we've got a connection,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tear of sorrow born of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the sad brown eyes of her old flame.&lt;br /&gt;She told him they would be life-long companions.&lt;br /&gt;Left him with questions and not enough answers.&lt;br /&gt;I was on his cheek as he stood there calling her name.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell he had a lot of my friends for company.&lt;br /&gt;So I drifted on down and caught me a ride to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Ocean's a little bit bigger tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Two more teardrops somebody cried&lt;br /&gt;One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue.&lt;br /&gt;The tide goes out and the tide comes in.&lt;br /&gt;Someday there will be teardrops again,&lt;br /&gt;Released in a moment of pleasure or a moment of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Then they drift on down and ride to the sea again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sat in the waiting room,&lt;br /&gt;A nurse walked in and gave me the news.&lt;br /&gt;It's a baby girl and they are both fine.&lt;br /&gt;An old man sitting not 10 feet away has  lost his wife,&lt;br /&gt;And said to me, You've got a brand new angel, and I've lost mine.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the good Lord giveth and the good Lord taketh away.&lt;br /&gt;And we both wiped a teardrop from our face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the ocean's a little bit bigger tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Two more teardrops somebody cried.&lt;br /&gt;One of them happy and one of them bluer than blue.&lt;br /&gt;Tide goes out and the tied comes in,&lt;br /&gt;A whole new circle of life begins&lt;br /&gt;Tears are a part of the pleasure and part of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;'Til they drift on down and tide to the sea again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Wariner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-278647640895466952?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/278647640895466952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=278647640895466952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/278647640895466952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/278647640895466952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/two-teardrops.html' title='Two Teardrops'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_e_Vra22I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4-OXHil2ABs/s72-c/2teardrops.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3013031533749243356</id><published>2007-06-13T17:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T17:43:51.142+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Aerosmith - Cryin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_fZVra23I/AAAAAAAAACY/5bryoN7jPV8/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_fZVra23I/AAAAAAAAACY/5bryoN7jPV8/s320/26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075520931478821746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;When I was so broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;Love wasn’t much of a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;The tables have turned, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cause me and them ways have parted&lt;br /&gt;That kind of love was the killin’ kind&lt;br /&gt;Now listen&lt;br /&gt;All I want is someone I can’t resist&lt;br /&gt;I know all I need to know by the way that I got kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m tryin’ to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ just to get you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m dyin’ Ôcause I let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do - down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there’s not even breathin’ room&lt;br /&gt;Between pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you cry when we’re makin’ love&lt;br /&gt;Must be one and the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s down on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got to tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;It’s been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Girl I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;We’re partners in crime&lt;br /&gt;You got that certain something&lt;br /&gt;What you give to me&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Now the word out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Is the devil’s in your kiss&lt;br /&gt;If our love goes up in flames&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fire I can’t resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m tryin’ to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ just to get you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m dyin’ Ôcause I let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what you got inside&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t where your love should stay&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our love, sweet love, ain’t love&lt;br /&gt;If you give your heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m tryin’ to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ just to get you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m dyin’ just to let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do what you do down to me, baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m tryin’ to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m dyin’ cause I let you&lt;br /&gt;Do what you do down to , down to, down to, down to&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m dyin’ to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin’ when I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3013031533749243356?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3013031533749243356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3013031533749243356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3013031533749243356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3013031533749243356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/aerosmith-cryin.html' title='Aerosmith - Cryin&apos;'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm_fZVra23I/AAAAAAAAACY/5bryoN7jPV8/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5852931653169408232</id><published>2007-06-13T12:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T12:16:25.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>A Cry for Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm-SoFra21I/AAAAAAAAACI/CROPEh0J6w8/s1600-h/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm-SoFra21I/AAAAAAAAACI/CROPEh0J6w8/s320/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075436522486553426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, and all of the others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No I can't..There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place for you here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness let me go with you." "Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much he owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time", Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5852931653169408232?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5852931653169408232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5852931653169408232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5852931653169408232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5852931653169408232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/cry-for-help.html' title='A Cry for Help'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm-SoFra21I/AAAAAAAAACI/CROPEh0J6w8/s72-c/20060219191428_cuoredinuvoleilluminato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-5665378244348455227</id><published>2007-06-11T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T17:17:52.509+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>Mayonnaise Jar and The Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. "I’m glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of beers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-5665378244348455227?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5665378244348455227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=5665378244348455227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5665378244348455227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/5665378244348455227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/mayonnaise-jar-and-beer.html' title='Mayonnaise Jar and The Beer'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-4425996078224487400</id><published>2007-06-11T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:50:11.183+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Applicable to some of us i guess!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0vr1ra20I/AAAAAAAAACA/fi2HBZ93r6M/s1600-h/9366~Better-to-Have-Loved-Lost-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0vr1ra20I/AAAAAAAAACA/fi2HBZ93r6M/s320/9366~Better-to-Have-Loved-Lost-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074764785306491714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-4425996078224487400?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4425996078224487400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=4425996078224487400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/4425996078224487400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/4425996078224487400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/applicable-to-some-of-us-i-guess.html' title='Applicable to some of us i guess!!!!'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0vr1ra20I/AAAAAAAAACA/fi2HBZ93r6M/s72-c/9366~Better-to-Have-Loved-Lost-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-6913714020729742604</id><published>2007-06-11T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:10:29.119+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0mcVra2zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rJBpvAAsLX0/s1600-h/2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0mcVra2zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rJBpvAAsLX0/s320/2304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074754623413869362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Solitary Reaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by William Wordsworth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Behold her, single in the field,&lt;br /&gt;   Yon solitary Highland Lass !&lt;br /&gt;Reaping and singing by herself ;&lt;br /&gt;   Stop here, or gently pass !&lt;br /&gt;Alone she cuts and binds the grain,&lt;br /&gt;And sings a melancholy strain ;&lt;br /&gt;O listen ! for the vale profound&lt;br /&gt;Is overflowing with the sound.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No nightingale did ever chaunt&lt;br /&gt;   More welcome notes to weary bands&lt;br /&gt;Of travellers in some shady haunt,&lt;br /&gt;   Among Arabian sands :&lt;br /&gt;A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard&lt;br /&gt;In spring-time from the cuckoo-bird,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the silence of the seas&lt;br /&gt;Among the farthest Hebrides.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will no one tell me what she sings ? –&lt;br /&gt;   Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow&lt;br /&gt;For old, unhappy, far-off things,&lt;br /&gt;   And battles long ago :&lt;br /&gt;Or is it some more humble lay,&lt;br /&gt;Familiar matter of to-day ?&lt;br /&gt;Some natural sorry, loss, or pain,&lt;br /&gt;That has been, and may be again ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whate’er the theme, the maiden sang&lt;br /&gt;   As if her song could have no ending ;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her singing at her work,&lt;br /&gt;   And o’er the sickle bending ; –&lt;br /&gt;I listened, motionless and still ;&lt;br /&gt;And, as I mounted up the hill,&lt;br /&gt;The music in my heart I bore,&lt;br /&gt;Long after it was heard no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-6913714020729742604?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6913714020729742604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=6913714020729742604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6913714020729742604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/6913714020729742604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0mcVra2zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rJBpvAAsLX0/s72-c/2304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-558123113583981148</id><published>2007-06-11T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:09:11.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'>The Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0if1ra2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/Uue96lBZia8/s1600-h/TR_Norwalk_Wallets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0if1ra2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/Uue96lBZia8/s320/TR_Norwalk_Wallets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074750285496900386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was signed, Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a sweet, silver-haired oldtimer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's one of the oldtimers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks." I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from site:http://www.gagirl.com/stories/thewallet.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-558123113583981148?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/558123113583981148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=558123113583981148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/558123113583981148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/558123113583981148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/wallet.html' title='The Wallet'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/Rm0if1ra2yI/AAAAAAAAABw/Uue96lBZia8/s72-c/TR_Norwalk_Wallets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4105573797353376860.post-3328794776050261450</id><published>2007-06-11T15:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T15:43:56.567+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What is this blog all about</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to be just one of those blogs with quotes,articles, pictures, poems,stories, etc, etc, that i have liked and that i want to share with everyone else...like they say...good things in life come in all sizes...so lets wait and watch........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4105573797353376860-3328794776050261450?l=all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3328794776050261450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4105573797353376860&amp;postID=3328794776050261450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3328794776050261450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4105573797353376860/posts/default/3328794776050261450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all-good-things-in-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-this-blog-all-about.html' title='What is this blog all about'/><author><name>Sowmya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01378806733018422244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_k_yuhoRQAMI/R63wfQ9QcHI/AAAAAAAAALo/i12rggO-c6Y/S220/marco20guerra20gold4ku0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
