<?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-7990854174227635038</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:04:27.013-08:00</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Sharing'/><category term='Easy Readings'/><category term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Stress Free Getaway</title><subtitle type='html'>Some nice stories to be shared and cherish, some quotes to brighten our lifes and some humour to nourish our tired stressful soul</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2075075296984662256</id><published>2011-03-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:29:03.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Chinese Man and the Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;A  Chinese walks into a bar in America late one night and he saw Steven  Spielberg. As he was a great fan of his movies, he rushes over to him,  and asks for his autograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap and  says, "You Chinese people bombed our Pearl Harbour, get outta here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;input disabled="disabled" name="charset_test" type="hidden" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" /&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" disabled="disabled" name="post_form_id" type="hidden" value="8ddc15be8fef8f8c36c2dfcc77685c9f" /&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" disabled="disabled" name="fb_dtsg" type="hidden" value="Te246" /&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" disabled="disabled" name="feedback_params" type="hidden" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;670112947&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;10150121276667948&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;670112947&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;22&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;content_timestamp&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1300074503&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;f61c1901de7df9d2&amp;quot;}" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="uiStreamSource"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10150121276667948&amp;amp;id=670112947"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" data-date="Sun, 13 Mar 2011 20:48:23 -0700" title="Monday, 14 March 2011 at 11:48"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The astonished Chinese man replied, "It was not the Chinese who bombed your Pearl Harbour, it was the Japanese."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, you're all the same," replied Spielberg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In return, the Chinese gives Spielberg a slap and says,"You sank the Titanic, my forefathers were on that ship."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shocked, Spielberg replies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"It was the iceberg that sank the  ship, not me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="live_10150121276667948 commentable_item autoexpand_mode" data-live="{&amp;quot;seq&amp;quot;:15260930}" method="post" rel="async" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4d7d9379d617a8f58137839"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;The Chinese replies, "Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg, you're all the same ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4d7d9379d617a8f58137839"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2075075296984662256?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2075075296984662256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2075075296984662256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2075075296984662256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2075075296984662256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2011/03/chinese-man-and-titanic.html' title='Chinese Man and the Titanic'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8241069733734190726</id><published>2011-03-01T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:08:38.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  farmer had five female pigs. Times were hard, so he  decided to take  them to the county fair and sell them. At the fair, he  met another  Farmer who owned five male pigs. After talking a bit, they  decided to  mate the pigs and split everything 50/50. The farmers lived  sixty miles  apart. So they agreed to drive thirty miles each, and find a  field in which to let the pigs mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  first morning, the  farmer with the female pigs got up at 5 A.M., loaded  the pigs into the  family station wagon, which was the only vehicle he  had, and drove the  thirty miles. While the pigs were mating, he  asked the other  farmer, "How will I know if they are pregnant?" The other  farmer  replied, "If they're lying in the grass in the morning, they're   pregnant. If they're in the mud, they're not."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  next morning  the pigs were rolling in the mud. So he hosed them off,  loaded them  into the family Station wagon again and proceeded to try  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continued each morning for more than a week and both farmers  were worn out. The next morning  he was too tired to get out of bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called to his wife, "Honey,  please look outside and tell me whether the pigs are in the mud or in  the grass."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither," yelled his wife, "they're in the station wagon  and one of them is honking the horn"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8241069733734190726?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8241069733734190726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8241069733734190726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8241069733734190726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8241069733734190726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2011/03/farmer-had-five-female-pigs.html' title='The Pigs'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7169488787122884904</id><published>2011-01-24T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:18:49.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Chinese Man Taking a Loan in New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A Chinese man walks into  a bank in New York City and asks for the  loan officer. He tells the  loan officer that he is going to China on  business for two weeks and  needs to borrow $5,000.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The  bank officer tells him that  the bank will need some form of security  for the loan, so the Chinese  man hands over the keys to a new Ferrari  parked on the street in front  of the bank. He produces the title and  everything checks out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The  Loan officer  agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The  bank's  president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Chinese  for  using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;An  employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's  underground garage and parks it there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks later,  the Chinese returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to  $15.41.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The  loan officer says, 'Sir, we are very happy to have had  your business,  and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we  are a little  puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found  that you are  a multi-millionaire. What puzzles us is why you would  bother to borrow  $5,000? The Chinese replies: 'Where else in New York  City can I park  my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be  there safely  when I return.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gothamdreamcars.com/images/Ferrari/ferrari-360-spider-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://www.gothamdreamcars.com/images/Ferrari/ferrari-360-spider-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7169488787122884904?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7169488787122884904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7169488787122884904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7169488787122884904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7169488787122884904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2011/01/chinese-man-taking-loan-in-new-york.html' title='Chinese Man Taking a Loan in New York'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4216305629558230529</id><published>2010-10-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:48:34.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Church Organist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was taken from my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miss Beatrice the church organist, was in her eighties and had never been married. She was admired for her sweetness gentleness and kindness. One afternoon, the minister came to call on her and she showed him into her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a cup of tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As he sat facing her old Hammond organ, the young&amp;nbsp; minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it; the bowl was filled with oil, and in the&amp;nbsp;oil floated, of all things,&amp;nbsp; a condom!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When she returned with the tea and scones, they began to chat - the&amp;nbsp;minister tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of&amp;nbsp;oil and its strange floater, but very soon it got the better of him and he could no longer resist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Miss Beatrice', he said, 'I wonder if you would tell me about this?',&amp;nbsp; pointing to the bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Oh, yes,' she replied, 'isn't it wonderful? I was walking through the park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground. The directions said to place it on the organ,&amp;nbsp;ensure it's well lubricated, and that it would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven't had the flu all winter'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4216305629558230529?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4216305629558230529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4216305629558230529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4216305629558230529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4216305629558230529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2010/10/church-organist.html' title='The Church Organist'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1935870133391501345</id><published>2010-09-19T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:57:28.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Dilbert's One-liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/10204/dilbert2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/10204/dilbert2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive, fattening or &amp;nbsp;in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A friend in need is a pest indeed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage is one of the chief causes of divorce.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work is fine if it doesn't take too much of your time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I say no to alcohol, it just doesn't listen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The light at the end of the tunnel may be an incoming train.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Born free, taxed to death.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Life is unsure; always eat your dessert first.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you'll have trouble putting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; on your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's not hard to meet expenses, they are everywhere.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love being a writer... what I can't stand is the paperwork.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A printer consists of 3 main parts: the case, the jammed paper tray and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the blinking red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The guy who invented the first wheel was an idiot. The guy who invented&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; the other three, he was the genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The trouble with being punctual is that no one is there to appreciate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you cannot change your mind, are you sure you have one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Beat the 5 O'clock rush, leave work at noon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you can't convince them, confuse them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. It's not the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop at the end.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Hot glass looks same as cold glass. - Cunino's Law of Burnt Fingers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The cigarette does the smoking you are just the sucker.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Someday is not a day of the week&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. To Err is human, to forgive is not a Company policy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The road to success..... Is always under construction.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1935870133391501345?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1935870133391501345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1935870133391501345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1935870133391501345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1935870133391501345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2010/09/dilberts-one-liners.html' title='Dilbert&apos;s One-liners'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3605586065854821780</id><published>2010-09-19T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:42:54.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>A Funny Story about Spicy Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00406/ChilliConCarne_384_406945a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00406/ChilliConCarne_384_406945a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Note: Please take time to read this slowly. If you pay attention to the first  two judges, the reaction of the third judge is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those  of you who have lived in New Mexico, you know how true this is. They actually  have a Chili Cook-off about the time Halloween comes around. It takes up a  major portion of a parking lot at the Santa Fe Plaza. Judge #3 was an  inexperienced Chile taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield, IL  .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili  cook-off. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I  happened to be standing there at the judge's table, asking for directions to  the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two  judges (Native New Mexicans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy; and,  besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I  accepted and became Judge #3."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the scorecard notes from the  event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILI # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHILI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- A little  too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato  flavor. Very mild.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this  stuff? You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to  put the flames out. I hope that's the worst one. These New Mexicans are  crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILI # 2 -- EL RANCHO'S AFTERBURNER CHILI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Smoky,  with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor,  needs more peppers to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the  reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I  had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They  had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILI # 3  -= ALFREDO'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHILI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse  chili. Great kick.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge #  3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have  been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer  before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the  front part of my chest. I'm getting sh*t-faced from all of the  beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILI # 4 -- BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili  with almost no spice. Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black  beans. Good side dish for fish or other mild foods, not much of a  chili.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but  was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally,  the beer maid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300  lb. Woman is starting to look HOT ... Just like this nuclear waste  I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILI # 5 - LISA'S LEGAL LIP  REMOVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Jalapeno peppers freshly ground,  adding considerable kick. Very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded  beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the jalapeno peppers make a strong  statement.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off  my forehead and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four  people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I  told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my  tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I  wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really ticks me off that the  other judges asked me to stop screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILI # 6 -- VARGA'S VERY  VEGETARIAN VARIETY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good  balance of spices and peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of  peppers, onions, garlic. Superb.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a  straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when  I farted, and I'm worried it will eat through the chair. No one seems  inclined to stand behind me except that Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I  need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHILI # 7 -- SUSAN'S SCREAMING  SENSATION CHILI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on  canned peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in  a can of chili peppers at the last moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I should take note that I  am worried about Judge #3. He appears to be in a bit of distress as he is  cursing uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth,  pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and  the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered  with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of  lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know  what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing. It's too painful.  Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If I need air, I'll just suck  it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILI # 8 -- BIG TOM'S  TOENAIL CURLING CHILI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend  chili. Not too bold but spicy enough to declare its existence.&lt;br /&gt;Judge # 2  -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild nor hot. Sorry to  see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted, passed out, fell over and  pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make  it. Poor fella, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?&lt;br /&gt;Judge #  3 -- No report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3605586065854821780?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3605586065854821780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3605586065854821780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3605586065854821780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3605586065854821780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-story-about-spicy-food.html' title='A Funny Story about Spicy Food'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4184331096435678931</id><published>2010-09-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:41:48.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Mermaid or Whale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recently, in a large city in Australia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It said, "This summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A middle-aged woman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;responded publicly to the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;posed by the gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;To Whom It May Concern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They have an active sex life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;get pregnant and have adorable baby whales.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They play and swim in the seas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the Bering Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and the coral reefs of Polynesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whales are wonderful singers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and virtually have no predators &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;other than humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They are loved, protected and admired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by almost everyone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaids don't exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;If they did exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;they would be lining up outside the  offices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of Argentinean psychoanalysts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;due to identity crisis. Fish or human?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;They don't have a sex life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just look at them ... where is IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Therefore, they don't have kids either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Not to mention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;who wants to get close to a girl who smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;like a fish store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice is perfectly clear to me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I want to be a whale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P..S. We are in an age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;when media puts into our  heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the  idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an  ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver,  and a piece of chocolate with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;With time, we gain weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that when there is no more room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;So we aren't heavy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;we are enormously cultured,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;educated and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Beginning today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, ¨Good grief, look how smart I am!¨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4184331096435678931?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4184331096435678931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4184331096435678931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4184331096435678931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4184331096435678931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2010/09/mermaid-or-whale.html' title='Mermaid or Whale'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6782900603623102996</id><published>2010-09-07T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:43:09.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Woman's Cool Equation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs382.snc4/44523_113487638705820_100001337535292_88462_5763339_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs382.snc4/44523_113487638705820_100001337535292_88462_5763339_n.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I stumble upon this and I find it cool even I am a woman XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6782900603623102996?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6782900603623102996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6782900603623102996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6782900603623102996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6782900603623102996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2010/09/womans-cool-equation.html' title='Woman&apos;s Cool Equation'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-69645098155777285</id><published>2010-09-07T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T00:40:28.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude and spotted a woman below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;He  called down to her " Excuse me, can you tell me where I am? I promised  to meet a friend but I am late and have lost my bearings " The woman  replied, " You are in a hot air balloon approximately 30 feet above the  ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and 59 and 60  degrees west longitude."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;" You must be an engineer " he called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"  I am, how did you know " she asked. " Well " answered the balloonist, "  everything you told me is technially correct, but I have no idea what  to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost.&amp;nbsp;Frankly,  you have not helped me at all. If anything you have delayed me further  ".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The woman responded, " You must be in management ".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;" I am " he responded, " but how did you know that "? " Well ", said the woman, "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;You  don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to  where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise,  which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect the people beneath  you to solve your problems. The fact is, you are in exactly the same  position you were before we met, but now, somehow, you have managed to  make it my fault " !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-69645098155777285?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/69645098155777285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=69645098155777285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/69645098155777285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/69645098155777285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8101111970761713978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8101111970761713978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8101111970761713978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/12/knack.html' title='The Knack'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2217674180335016632</id><published>2009-10-21T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:21:19.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Safe A Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially for all the golfing fans, beware...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 30 years of marriage Jacqueline and her husband Mark went for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; counseling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When asked to describe her problems, Jacqueline went into a passionate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; painful tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the 30 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; had been together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She went on and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; loneliness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire laundry list of unfulfilled needs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; she had endured over the course of their marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, after allowing this to go on for a sufficient length of time, the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;therapist got up, walked around  the desk and, after asking Jacqueline to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; stand, unbuttoned her blouse, embraced her, put his hands on her breasts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; fondled them, and kissed her passionately while her husband Mark watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; with a raised eyebrow. Jacqueline flushed, buttoned up her blouse, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; quietly sat down as though in a daze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he therapist turned to Mark and said, now do you understand? 'This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; your wife needs at least three times a week! Can you do this?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark thought for a moment and replied, 'Well, I can drop her off here on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I play golf.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2217674180335016632?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2217674180335016632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2217674180335016632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2217674180335016632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2217674180335016632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-safe-marriage.html' title='How To Safe A Marriage'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7131276868874543945</id><published>2009-08-28T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T18:53:15.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Short Jokes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1) Chinese Adam &amp;amp; Eve:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Adam and Eve were Chinese, we would still be in paradise, because they would have ignored the apple and eaten the snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(2) Three Feelings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stress is when wife is pregnant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Panic is when both are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3) A tap on the driver:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A passenger in a taxi tapped the driver on the shoulder to ask him something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, then the driver said, "Please, don't ever do that again. You scared the daylights out of  me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passenger, who was also frightened, apologized and said he didn't realize that a tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the driver replied, "I'm sorry, it's really not your fault at  all. Today is my first day driving a cab. I have been driving a hearse (Coffin Van) for the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25 years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7131276868874543945?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7131276868874543945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7131276868874543945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7131276868874543945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7131276868874543945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/08/three-short-jokes.html' title='Three Short Jokes!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7307014037830862950</id><published>2009-08-24T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:32:52.955-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Stud Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A farmer went out one day and bought a brand new stud rooster for his chicken coop. The new rooster struts over to the old rooster and says,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'OK old fart, Time for you to retire.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old rooster replies: “Come on, surely you cannot handle  ALL of these chickens.  Look what it has done to me  Can't you just let me have the two old hens over in the corner ? ”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The young rooster says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“ Beat it uncle: You are washed up  and I am taking over.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old rooster says: “ I tell you what, young stud. I will race you around the farmhouse. Whoever wins gets the exclusive domain over the entire chicken coop.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The young rooster laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“ You know you don't stand a chance, old man. So, just to be fair, I will give you a head start.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The old rooster takes off running. About 15 seconds later the young rooster takes off running after him. They round the front porch of the farmhouse and the young rooster has closed the gap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is only about 5 feet behind the old rooster and gaining fast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The farmer, meanwhile, is sitting in his usual spot on the front porch, when he sees the roosters running by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Old Rooster is squawking and running as hard as he can. The Farmer grabs his shotgun and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- BOOM - He blows the young rooster to bits. The farmer sadly shakes his head and says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“ Dammit......Third gay rooster I bought this month.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of this Story? .....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't mess with the OLD FARTS – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age, skill, wisdom, and a little treachery always overcome youth and arrogance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD  DUDES RULE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7307014037830862950?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7307014037830862950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7307014037830862950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7307014037830862950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7307014037830862950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/08/stud-rooster.html' title='Stud Rooster'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-9040378425026322346</id><published>2009-08-04T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T04:43:39.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>How to Choose a Bride, Malaysian Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Mother was very concerned that her middle-aged son has not shown the slightest indication of getting married.  So one day she called him over to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Son came home from work, grudgingly. Upon arriving, he found that his mother had gathered a few beautiful ladies at the house for him to choose as his future bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The FIRST one was a well-endowed Telephonist- cum-Receptionist .  He immediately commented:  'Aiyaa...... Mother, they always say..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97);"&gt;PLEASE HOLD ON, HOLD ON.........'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The SECOND nominee was a leggy secretary.  She was also rejected. Reason being: 'Aiyaa.... Mother, this one aaa..., Secretary always fond of saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97);"&gt;'PLEASE SLOW DOWN, SLOW DOWN........ '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By this  time, the mother is nearing frustration. She called a sweet but plain-looking Teacher. The Son suddenly agreed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Mother was surprised and asked: 'Why this one?  The earlier two were a lot better looking!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He replied: 'Teachers aaa.... Teachers very good, very good, always say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 97);"&gt;PLEASE REPEAT, DO IT AGAIN, I want it done 10 times.... SOME MORE, SOME MORE.....!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her youngest son (10 years old), was listening quietly all this while at the other end of the room. Suddenly, he shouted:  'Brother.... Female mini bus Conductor much better laa.... they always say:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(194, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;'NAIK CEPAT, NAIK CEPAT..... MASUK, MASUK...... MASUK LAGI, DALAM LAGI..... DALAM LAGI LAAAAH, MASUK BELAKANG.... . BELAKANG LAGI, BELAKANG BANYAK KOSONG.....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The mother fainted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Times New Roman','serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-9040378425026322346?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/9040378425026322346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=9040378425026322346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9040378425026322346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9040378425026322346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-choose-bride-malaysian-style.html' title='How to Choose a Bride, Malaysian Style'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2175809260173013120</id><published>2009-07-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:51:15.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>I E-Meow You, You E-Meow Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Ah Lian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks you for your letter. Wrong time no see you. How everything? For me, I am quiet find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say in your letter your taukeh soh want you to chain your look? Somemore you must wear kick kok soo, hope you can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wok properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, Ah Kau Kia working in a soft where company now. Last week, he take I, Muthu &amp;amp; few of his friend to May &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonut to eat barger. After that he take we all go to kalah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muthu sing and sing no stop until the sky bright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next week, my father mother going to sellerbread 20 years Annie wear sari. My father mother going to give a fist to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all the kampong people. So you must come with your hole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only hope one day we no need to write and send letter to you and to me. Better I e-meow you, you e-meow me. I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketchup with you soon. And when you got time,  please few free to call me. Goo bye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worm regard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah Beng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2175809260173013120?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2175809260173013120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2175809260173013120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2175809260173013120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2175809260173013120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-e-meow-you-you-e-meow-me.html' title='I E-Meow You, You E-Meow Me'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3783742065658465912</id><published>2009-07-10T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:42:03.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Singaporean at a Nursing Home in Johor Bahru!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Singaporean family was considering putting their grandfather in the nursing home. All the Singaporean facilities were too expensive so they had to put him in a nursing home in Johor Bahru. After a few weeks in the JB nursing facilities, they came to visit grandpa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you like it here?" asks the grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's wonderful! Everyone here is so courteous and respectful," says grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're so happy for you. We were worried that this was the wrong place for you. You know, since you are a Singaporean living amongst Malaysians," said his daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no! Let me tell you about how wonderfully they treat the residents," grandpa says with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a musician here. He's 85 years old. He hasn't played the violin in 20 years and everyone still calls him 'Maestro'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is an ex-Chief Justice in here. He's 95 years old. He hasn't been on the bench in 30 years and everyone still calls him 'Hakim Besar'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's also a dentist here. 90 years old. He hasn't fixed a tooth in 25 years and everyone still calls him 'Doctor'!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And me, I haven't had sex in 35 years and they still call me 'The Fucking Singaporean'!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3783742065658465912?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3783742065658465912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3783742065658465912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3783742065658465912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3783742065658465912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/07/singaporean-at-nursing-home-in-johor.html' title='Singaporean at a Nursing Home in Johor Bahru!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-765891384669650349</id><published>2009-05-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:18:28.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The 4 Animals You Want To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A teacher asked her class, "What do you want out of life?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little girl in the back row raised her hand and said "All I want out of life is four little animals, just like my mom always says"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teacher asked "Really and what four little animals would that be?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The little girl said. "A mink on my back, a jaguar in the garage, a tiger in the bed and a jackass to pay for it all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teacher fainted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-765891384669650349?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/765891384669650349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=765891384669650349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/765891384669650349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/765891384669650349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-animals-you-want-to-be.html' title='The 4 Animals You Want To Be'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8936319835014423056</id><published>2009-05-30T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:15:41.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Lawyer and The Chinese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A lawyer and an Chinese are sitting next to each other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on a long flight?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lawyer is thinking that all Chinese are so dumb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that he could get over on them, easy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lawyer asks if the Chinese would like to play a fun game. The Chinese is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;declines, and tries to catch a few winks. The lawyer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;persists, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;says that the game is a lot of fun. I ask you a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;question,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know the answer, you pay me only $5; you ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one, and if I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know the answer, I will pay you $500, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;says.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This catches the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese's attention and to keep the lawyer quiet,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;agrees to  play&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer asks the first question.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'What's the distance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from The Earth to the Moon?' The Chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;say a word, reaches&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lawyer?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's the Chinese's turn. He asks the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lawyer,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'What goes up a hill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;uses his laptop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and searches all references he could find on the Net.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sends e-mails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to all the smart friends he knows, all to no avail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one hour of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;searching he finally gives up. He wakes up the Chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hands him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;$500. The Chinese pockets  the $500 and goes right back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleep. The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer. He wakes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and asks, 'Well, so what goes up a hill with three&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;legs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and comes down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with four? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese reaches in his pocket, hands the lawyer $5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;goes back to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleep?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with us Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8936319835014423056?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8936319835014423056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8936319835014423056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8936319835014423056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8936319835014423056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/05/lawyer-and-chinese.html' title='The Lawyer and The Chinese'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4098502925547498601</id><published>2009-05-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:31:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Recruit the Right Person for the Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;Put about 100 bricks in some particular order in a closed room with an open window. Then send 2 or 3 candidates in the room and close the door. Leave them alone and come back after 6 hours and then analyze the situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they are counting the bricks, Put them in the accounts department .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they are recounting them, Put them in auditing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they have messed up the whole place with the bricks, Put them in engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they are arranging the bricks in some strange order, Put them in planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are throwing the bricks at each other, Put them in operations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sleeping, Put them in security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have broken the bricks into pieces, Put them in information technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are sitting idle, Put them in human resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they say they have tried different combinations, yet not a brick has been moved, Put them in sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have already left for the day, Put them in marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they are staring out of the Window, Put them on strategic planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;And then last but not least, if they are talking to each other and not a single brick has been moved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulate them and put them in Top management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4098502925547498601?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4098502925547498601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4098502925547498601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4098502925547498601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4098502925547498601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-recruit-right-person-for-job.html' title='How to Recruit the Right Person for the Job'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-337288564917299526</id><published>2009-05-19T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:25:16.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario or Maria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Luningning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;leaving you for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;good. I've been a good man to you for seven years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I have nothing to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;show for It. These last two weeks have been hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Lopez called to tell me that you had quit your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;job today and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that was the last straw. Last week, you came home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and didn't even notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;favorite meal and even wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a brand new pair of silk boxers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came home and ate in two minutes, and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;straight to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you love me anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; you're cheating on me or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you don't love me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever the case is, I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your EX-Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papi  Willie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.    Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;moving away to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toronto  together this summer! Have a great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex-Husband,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has made my day more than receiving your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;letter. It's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you and I have been married for seven years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;although a good man is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;much because they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;drown out your constant whining and gripping. Too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bad that doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;first thing that  came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to mind was ' You look just like Michael Jackson !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but my mother raised me not to say anything if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't say anything nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;gotten me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;confused with my SISTER, because I stopped eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pork seven years ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned away from you when you had those new silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boxers on because the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;coincidence that my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SISTER had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;morning ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and your silk boxers were $49.99 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of this, I still loved you and felt that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we could work it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;out, so when I discovered that I had hit the lotto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for sixty-nine million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dollars, I quit my job and bought us two  first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;class tickets to  Manila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but when I got home you were gone. Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happens for a reason I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you have the fulfilling life you always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;won't get a dime from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich , Freeeee  &amp;amp;  Available ,..... Luningning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.      I don't know if I ever told you this but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MARIA ,  my SISTER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was born  MARIO .  I hope you don't have a problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with  your hemorrhoids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's  no  MARIA .....  he's  MARIO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-337288564917299526?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/337288564917299526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=337288564917299526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/337288564917299526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/337288564917299526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/05/mario-or-maria.html' title='Mario or Maria'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3010443771841744491</id><published>2009-04-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:12:06.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life; is this true?&lt;br /&gt;A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's  like saying you can extend the life of yourcar by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?&lt;br /&gt;A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your  system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended  daily allowance of vegetable products.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so  you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also  made out of grain. Bottoms up!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?&lt;br /&gt;A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!....Foods  are fried these days in vegetable oil. In  fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets  bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Q: Is chocolate bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is swimming good for your figure?&lt;br /&gt;A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets. And remember:&lt;br /&gt;"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of  arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather toskid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming"WOO HOO, What a Ride" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those  of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3010443771841744491?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3010443771841744491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3010443771841744491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3010443771841744491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3010443771841744491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-this-doctor.html' title='I Love This Doctor'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3698831604450318555</id><published>2009-03-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:16:48.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job at the FBI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The FBI had an opening for an assassin. After all the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were 3 finalists; Two men and a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. 'We must know that you will follow your Instructions no matter what the circumstances. Inside the room you will find your wife sitting In a chair .. . . Kill her!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, 'You can't be serious. I could Never shoot my wife.' The agent said, 'Then you're not the right man for this job. Take your wife and go home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for a bout 5 minutes. The man came out with tears in his eyes, 'I tried, but I can't kill my wife.' The agent said, 'You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room.. Shots were heard, one after another.  They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman, wiping the sweat from her brow. 'This gun is loaded with blanks' she said.  'I had to beat him to death with the chair.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORAL: Women are crazy. Don't mess with them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3698831604450318555?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3698831604450318555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3698831604450318555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3698831604450318555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3698831604450318555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/03/job-at-fbi.html' title='Job at the FBI'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-9043969573975430203</id><published>2009-02-05T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:05:25.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Pink Curtain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Blonde goes to Bed Bath &amp;amp; Beyond to buy curtains. She tells the clerk, 'I would like to buy a pair of pink curtains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The clerk assures her that they have a large selection of pink curtains. She shows her several patterns but the blonde seems to be having a hard time choosing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she selects a lovely pink floral print. The clerk then asks what size curtains she needs. The blonde promptly replies, 'Seventeen inches.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Seventeen inches?' asked the clerk. 'That sounds very small. What room are they for?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, 'They aren't for a room. They are for my new computer monitor.' The surprised clerk replies, 'But Miss, computers do not need curtains!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, 'Hellllooooooooo... I've got Windoooooows.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-9043969573975430203?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/9043969573975430203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=9043969573975430203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9043969573975430203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9043969573975430203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/02/pink-curtain.html' title='Pink Curtain'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1883658765745678936</id><published>2009-01-29T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:41:34.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pig Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some interesting theories about human and pigs : &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy &lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep &lt;br /&gt;Hence, Human = Pigs + work + enjoy &lt;br /&gt;if, Human - enjoy = Pigs + work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in other words,  Human that don't know how to enjoy = pigs that work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men = eat + sleep + earn money &lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep &lt;br /&gt;Hence, Men = Pigs + earn money &lt;br /&gt;therefore, Men - earn money = Pigs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in other words,  Men that don't earn money = Pigs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women = eat + sleep + spend &lt;br /&gt;Pigs = eat + sleep &lt;br /&gt;Hence, Women = Pigs + spend &lt;br /&gt;therefore, Women - spend = Pigs &lt;br /&gt;In other words,  Women that don't spend = Pigs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men earn money not to let women become pigs! &lt;br /&gt;Women spend not to let men become pigs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men + Women = 2 Pigs &lt;br /&gt;Wishing all the pigs happiness forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1883658765745678936?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1883658765745678936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1883658765745678936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1883658765745678936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1883658765745678936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-pig-theory.html' title='Happy Pig Theory'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5777122840523858769</id><published>2009-01-18T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T05:46:23.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Pastor's Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little humor with good moral.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the Race again, and it won again. The local paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bishop was buried the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moral of the story is .... being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery or even shorten your life.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So be yourself and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5777122840523858769?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5777122840523858769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5777122840523858769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5777122840523858769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5777122840523858769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/pastors-ass.html' title='The Pastor&apos;s Ass'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5629472449884098198</id><published>2009-01-18T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:37:02.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Body Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check out this video. It would make you laugh non-stop ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e33501b312c62b8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De33501b312c62b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331076532%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E246D6DC0185B28039753F1D5237D0C2CDFD47A.27375858F0167BFC3950A976962C14C3221D066B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De33501b312c62b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzwqy3BkDeiXiXwCLcWBk2GDfsZk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De33501b312c62b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331076532%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E246D6DC0185B28039753F1D5237D0C2CDFD47A.27375858F0167BFC3950A976962C14C3221D066B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De33501b312c62b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzwqy3BkDeiXiXwCLcWBk2GDfsZk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5629472449884098198?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e33501b312c62b8a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5629472449884098198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5629472449884098198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5629472449884098198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5629472449884098198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/touch-my-body-video.html' title='Touch My Body Video'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-969507399835509704</id><published>2009-01-13T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:38:34.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Mysteries!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Study carefully.....the clues are so blatant you will be kicking yourself if you miss them! Don't look at the answers until you are sure you have all three right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mystery one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was found murdered Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these answers:&lt;br /&gt;The wife said she was sleeping. The cook was preparing breakfast. The gardener was gathering vegetables. The maid was getting the mail. The butler was polishing shoes in the pantry. &lt;br /&gt;The police instantly arrested the murderer. Who did it and how did they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mystery two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into his bathroom and shoots himself right between the eyes using a real gun with real bullets. He walks out alive, with no blood anywhere and no, he didn't miss. How did he do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mystery three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Mr Teddy was found dead in his study by Mr Fiend. Mr. Fiend recounted his dismal discovery to the police: "I was walking by Mr Teddy's house when I thought I would just pop in for a visit. I noticed his study light was on and I decided to peek in from the outside to see if he was in there. There was frost on the window, so I had to wipe it away to see inside. That is when I saw his body. So I kicked in the front door to confirm my suspicions of foul play. I called the police immediately afterward."&lt;br /&gt;The officer immediately arrested Mr Fiend for the murder of Mr Teddy. How did he know Mr. Fiend was lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to figure these questions before looking at the answers below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANSWERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was the Maid. She said she was getting the mail but there is no mail delivery on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;2. He shot his reflection in the bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;3. Frost forms inside of the window, not on the outside. So Mr Fiend could not have wiped it off to discover Mr Teddy's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-969507399835509704?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/969507399835509704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=969507399835509704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/969507399835509704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/969507399835509704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-mysteries.html' title='3 Mysteries!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5178871281235799443</id><published>2009-01-10T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T00:48:42.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go For A Drink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The process of functioning of a male and a female's brain when faced with the existential sentence: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LET'S GO FOR A DRINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SWlWKFAcEgI/AAAAAAAAA94/uS4fxyKKQJ0/s200/drink.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289853968466055682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SXgytku2qyI/AAAAAAAAA-I/V0zTPPRXrAM/s200/ATT18841345.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294037120509717282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SXgytqCPIsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/STsuCli5Ess/s200/ATT18841343.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294037121933189826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5178871281235799443?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5178871281235799443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5178871281235799443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5178871281235799443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5178871281235799443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-go-for-drink.html' title='Let&apos;s Go For A Drink!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SWlWKFAcEgI/AAAAAAAAA94/uS4fxyKKQJ0/s72-c/drink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2245946040910646348</id><published>2009-01-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:38:58.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Australian or Chinese Customs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese man decides to move to Australia after 50 years of living in Shanghai. He buys a small piece of land near to Mount Isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after moving in the friendly Aussie neighbour decides to go across and welcome the new guy to the region, so he goes next door but on his way up the drive-way he sees the Chinese man running around his front yard chasing about 10 hens not wanting to interrupt these "Chinese customs", he decides to put the welcome on hold for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he decides to try again, but just as he is about to knock on the front door, he looks through the window and sees the Chinese man urinate into a glass and then drink it. Not wanting to interrupt another "Chinese custom", he decides to put the welcome on hold for yet another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day later he decides to give it one last go, but on his way next door, he sees the Chinese man leading a bull down the drive-way, pause, and then put his head next to the bull's bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aussie bloke can't handle this, so he goes up to the Chinese man and says "Jeez Mate, what the hell is it with your Chinese customs? I come over to welcome you to the neighbourhood, and see you running around the yard after hens. The next day you are pissing in a glass, and drinking it, and then today you have your head so close to that bull's bum, it could just about shit on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese man is very taken back and says "Sorry sir, you not understand, these no Chinese customs I doing, these Australian Customs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean mate" says the Aussie, "Those aren't Australian customs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they are, man at travel agent tells me" replied the Chinese man," He says to become true Australian, I learn chase chicks, drink piss, and listen to bull-shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2245946040910646348?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2245946040910646348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2245946040910646348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2245946040910646348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2245946040910646348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2009/01/australian-or-chinese-customs.html' title='Australian or Chinese Customs'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2328008346456534417</id><published>2008-12-22T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:43:25.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>How Men Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;The Love Word:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: I looo-ve you, I love you, I love you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: Of course, I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: GOD, if I didn ' t love you, then why did I marry you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Work:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: Honey, I ' m home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: I ' m BACK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: Have you cooked yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Ringing:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: Here, it ' s for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: ANSWER THE PHONE DAM*T!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: I never knew food could taste so good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: What are we having for dinner tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: DUMPLING AGAIN??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Dress:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: Wow, you look like an angel in that dress.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: You bought a new dress again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: How much did THAT cost me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: I like this movie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: I ' m going to watch PIRATES play, if you ' re not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Love:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 weeks: Baby, I want you tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 months: Lets make another baby, my mother just called!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 6 years: Please MOVE over to your side, I ' m suffocating here!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2328008346456534417?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2328008346456534417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2328008346456534417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2328008346456534417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2328008346456534417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-men-change.html' title='How Men Change'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8913069207609161828</id><published>2008-12-22T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:41:29.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>BM Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div   style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:14pt;" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Murid : Selamat pagi, cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : (Menengking) Mengapa selamat pagi sahaja? Petang dan malam awak doakan saya tak selamat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Selamat pagi, petang dan malam cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Panjang sangat! Tak pernah dibuat oleh orang! Kata selamat sejahtera! Senang dan penuh bermakna. Lagipun ucapan ini meliputi semua masa dan keadaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Selamat sejahtera cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Sama-sama, duduk! Dengar sini baik-baik. Hari ini cikgu nak uji kamu semua tentang perkataan berlawan. Bila cikgu sebutkan perkataannya, kamu semua mesti menjawab dengan cepat, lawan bagi perkataan-perkataan itu, faham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Faham, cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Saya tak mahu ada apa-apa gangguan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : (senyap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Tinggi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Rendah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Jauh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Dekat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Keadilan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : UMNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Salah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Bukan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Oh Tuhan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Oh Hamba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Dengar ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Dengar itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Diam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Bising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Itu bukan pertanyaan, bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Ini ialah jawapan, pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Mati aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Hidup kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Rotan baru tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Akar lama tak tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Malas aku ajar kamu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Rajin kami belajar cikgu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Kamu gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Kami siuman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Cukup! Cukup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Kurang! Kurang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Sudah! Sudah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Belum! Belum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Mengapa kamu semua bodoh sangat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Sebab saya seorang pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Oh! Melawan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Oh! Mengalah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Kurang ajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Cukup ajar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Habis aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Kekal kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : O.K. Pelajaran sudah habis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : K.O. Pelajaran belum bermula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Sudah, bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Belum, pandai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Berdiri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Duduk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Saya kata UMNO salah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Kami dengar KeADILan betul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Bangang kamu ni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Cerdik kami tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Rosak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Baik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Kamu semua ditahan tengah hari ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid : Dilepaskan tengah malam itu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : (Senyap dan mengambil buku-bukunya keluar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8913069207609161828?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8913069207609161828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8913069207609161828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8913069207609161828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8913069207609161828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/12/bm-teacher.html' title='BM Teacher'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-536042863547793235</id><published>2008-12-22T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:36:10.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stock Market Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt; --Chief Embezzlement  Officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CFO&lt;/span&gt;-- Corporate Fraud Officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BULL MARKET&lt;/span&gt; -- A random market movement causing an investor to mistake himself for a financial genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAR MARKET&lt;/span&gt; -- A 6 to 18 month period when the kids get no allowance, the wife gets no jewelry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALUE INVESTING&lt;/span&gt; -- The art of buying low and selling lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/E RATIO&lt;/span&gt; -- The percentage of investors wetting their pants as the market keeps crashing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BROKER &lt;/span&gt;-- What my broker has made me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STANDARD &amp;amp; POOR&lt;/span&gt; -- Your life in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOCK ANALYST&lt;/span&gt; -- Idiot who just downgraded your stock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOCK SPLIT&lt;/span&gt; -- When your ex-wife and her lawyer split your assets equally between themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINANCIAL PLANNER&lt;/span&gt; -- A guy whose phone has been disconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARKET CORRECTION&lt;/span&gt; -- The day after you buy stocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASH FLOW&lt;/span&gt;-- The movement your money makes as it disappears down the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAHOO&lt;/span&gt; -- What you yell after selling it to some poor sucker for $240 per share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINDOWS&lt;/span&gt; -- What you jump out of when you're the sucker who bought Yahoo @ $240 per share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTITUTIONAL INVESTOR&lt;/span&gt; -- Past year investor who's now locked up in a nuthouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROFIT&lt;/span&gt; -- An archaic word no longer in use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-536042863547793235?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/536042863547793235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=536042863547793235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/536042863547793235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/536042863547793235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-stock-market-terms.html' title='New Stock Market Terms'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6369737627345109844</id><published>2008-12-22T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:25:12.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stock Market Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";color:red;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;color:red;" &gt;Very Timely, In This Day And Age!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. The US has made a new weapon that destroys people but keeps the building standing,. Its called the stock market - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 2. Do you have any idea how cheap stocks are ?? Wall Street is now being called Wal Mart Street - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 3. The difference between a pigeon and a London investment banker. The pigeon can still make a deposit on a BMW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 4. What's the difference between a guy who lost everything in Las Vegas and an investment banker?      A tie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 5. The problem with investment bank balance sheet is that on the left side nothing's right and on the right side nothing's left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 6. I want to warn people from Nigeria who might be  watching our show, if you get any emails from Washington asking for money, it's a scam. Don't fall for it - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 7. Bush was asked about the credit crunch. He said it was his favourite candy bar - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 8. The rescue bill was about 450 pages. President Bush's copy is even thicker. They had to include pictures  - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 9. President Bush's response was to meet some small business owners in San Antonio last week. The small business owners are General Motors, General Electric and Century 21 - Jay Leno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 10. What worries me most about the credit crunch, is that if one of my cheques is returned stamped 'insufficient funds'.  I  won't know whether that refers to mine or the bank's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6369737627345109844?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6369737627345109844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6369737627345109844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6369737627345109844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6369737627345109844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/12/stock-market-humour.html' title='Stock Market Humour'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4010620095799870864</id><published>2008-10-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:37:38.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Mad Maths From  A 14 Years Old Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;take study = a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;take fail = b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;take no = c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;study = no fail; [a = cb]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no study = fail; [ca = b]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;add together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;study + no study = no fail + fail; [a + ca] = [cb + b]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(no + 1)study = (no + 1)fail; [c + 1]a = [c + 1]b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cancel out (no + 1) and [c + 1] of both left side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;study = fail; [a = b]&lt;br /&gt;&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/7990854174227635038-4010620095799870864?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4010620095799870864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4010620095799870864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4010620095799870864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4010620095799870864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/mad-maths-from-14-years-old-kid.html' title='Mad Maths From  A 14 Years Old Kid'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6479551986211409028</id><published>2008-10-26T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:50:31.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>9 Words Woman Use</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(1)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right and you need to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(2)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FIVE MINUTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(3) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(4) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;/span&gt;: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(6) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(7) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' ... that will bring on a 'whatever').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(8)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Is a women's way of saying F YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(9)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT, I GOT IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Another dangerous statement, meaning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the woman's response refer to # 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6479551986211409028?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6479551986211409028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6479551986211409028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6479551986211409028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6479551986211409028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-words-woman-use.html' title='9 Words Woman Use'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5419199260808125686</id><published>2008-10-19T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:34:56.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Doctor The Best...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;American tourist goes on a trip to China . While in China, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he is very sexually promiscuous and does not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;use a condom all the time. A week after arriving back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in the States, he wakes one morning to find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his penis covered with bright green and purple bumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Horrified, he immediately goes to see a doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor, never having seen anything like it, orders some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tests and tells the man to return in two days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man returns in a couple of days and the doctor says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I've got bad news for you. You've contracted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mongolian VD. It's very rare and almost unheard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here. We know very little about it'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man looks a little perplexed and says: 'Well, give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; me a shot or something and fix me up, doc'. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;doctor answers: 'I'm sorry, there's no known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cure. We're going to have to amputate your penis'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;screams in horror, 'Absolutely not! I want a second &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;opinion'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor replies: 'Well, it's your choice. Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahead if you want, but surgery is your only choice'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, the man seeks out a Chinese doctor, figuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that he'll know more about the disease. The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chinese doctor examines his penis and proclaims: ' Ah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, Mongolian VD. Vely lare disease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy says to the doctor: 'Yeah, yeah, I already know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that!, but what we can do? My American doctor wants to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;operate and amputate my penis.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Chinese doctor shakes his head and laughs: 'Stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amelican docta, always want to opelate. Make more money, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that way No need to opelate!'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Oh, thank goodness!', the man replies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Yes', says the Chinese doctor, ' 'You no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worry! Wait two weeks, fall off by itself! You save m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oney.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5419199260808125686?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5419199260808125686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5419199260808125686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5419199260808125686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5419199260808125686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/chinese-doctor-best.html' title='Chinese Doctor The Best...'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4448652654388614553</id><published>2008-10-19T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:15:38.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Tenjewberrymuds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and room-service, at a hotel in Asia , which was recorded and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published in the Far East Economic Review: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service: 'Morrin. - Roon sirbees.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guest: 'Sorry, I thought I dialed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;room-service.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: ' Rye .. Roon sirbees .. morrin! Jewish to oddor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sunteen?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Uh..yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Ow July den?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'What?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Ow July den? ... pryed, boyud, poochd?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; : 'Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;scrambled please.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Ow July dee baykem? Crease?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Crisp will be fine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Hokay. An sahn toes?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'What?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'An toes. July sahn toes?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'I don't think so.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'No? Judo wan sahn toes?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'I feel really bad about this, but I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what 'judo wan sahn toes' means.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Toes! toes!....Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anglish moppin we bodder?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'We bodder?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'No ... just put the bodder on the side.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Wad! ?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'I mean butter...just put it on the side.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Copy?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Excuse me?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Copy ... tea ... meel?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;moppin w bodder on sigh and copy ..... rye?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;uest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Whatever you say.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Room Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;: 'Tenjewberrymuds.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guest : 'You're very welcome..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4448652654388614553?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4448652654388614553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4448652654388614553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4448652654388614553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4448652654388614553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/tenjewberrymuds.html' title='Tenjewberrymuds'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1722084334599453880</id><published>2008-10-18T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:23:12.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Think Before You Speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - the last one is great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the words back...or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, 'How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?' I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't say a word...he knew better.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls.. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He asked if he could help me.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said, 'I think I like playing with mens balls.'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I replied, 'No, I'm just looking at your nuts.'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away. To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I told her that if she did not start behaving 'right now' she would be punished.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, 'If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch, in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. The realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked him if he needed to go, and he said 'No'. I kept thinking 'Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me.'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then I said, 'Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?' 'No,' he replied.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, I asked one more time, 'Danny did you have an accident ? This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled 'SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!'&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What happens when you predict snow but don't get any! &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?' &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1722084334599453880?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1722084334599453880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1722084334599453880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1722084334599453880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1722084334599453880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/think-before-you-speak.html' title='Think Before You Speak'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1933233947625676759</id><published>2008-10-17T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:43:20.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Why We Must Know How To Speak English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, an David from USA arrived at KLIA. After he checked out from the customs, he felt he needed to go to the toilet, so he looked for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he found the toilet, there was a lady sitting at the entrance. When he was about to enter the toilet, the lady stopped him and asked for forty cents in Cantonese ('sey kok'). The Mat Salleh wondered why in MALAYSIA they have to 'see the cock' before entering the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;So he said 'no' but the lady insisted. Since he had no choice, he took out his cock and showed it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady said 'No! No! Duit, Duit!' (money in Malay), but the David misunderstood again and thought that she said 'Do it! Do it!' So he asked, 'Now? Here?' The lady replied 'Yes,  yes!' because she doesn't quite understand English.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David thought that she wanted to have sex with him, so he stripped the lady and made love to her. The lady started screaming and shouted, 'SAKIT! SAKIT!' (pain in Malay), and David thought it was 'SUCK IT! SUCK IT!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said 'OK! I will suck it for you' and took both breasts and suck them. The lady again screamed 'Oh, TUHAN!' (Oh, MY GOD....in Malay).  David misunderstood again. 'Too HARD?&lt;br /&gt;OK, sweetheart, I'll be gentler a bit,' David replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a security guard walked by, so the lady shouted for help, 'TOLONG! TOLONG, ENCIK!' David replied, 'Not too long, just 6   inches only.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1933233947625676759?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1933233947625676759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1933233947625676759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1933233947625676759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1933233947625676759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-we-must-know-how-to-speak-english.html' title='Why We Must Know How To Speak English'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3188524989187557138</id><published>2008-10-17T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:34:24.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Give Me Your E-mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Some Company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You are employed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He said." Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry", said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the Operation three times, and returned home with $60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man realized that he can survive by this Way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5 years later , the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Some Company!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3188524989187557138?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3188524989187557138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3188524989187557138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3188524989187557138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3188524989187557138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-me-your-e-mail.html' title='Give Me Your E-mail'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4496290099779908144</id><published>2008-10-17T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:21:33.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Takes An Indian Man To Make A Woman Feel Like A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stared, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then an Indian man stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with black hair and SOFT WARM BROWN eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt............. one button at a time. No one moves, He removes his shirt. ..................Muscles ripple across his chest. ....... She gasps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stares deeply into her eyes. She starts to feel faint. ...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He whispers softly: "Iron this, and get me something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4496290099779908144?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4496290099779908144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4496290099779908144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4496290099779908144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4496290099779908144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-takes-indian-man-to-make-woman-feel.html' title='It Takes An Indian Man To Make A Woman Feel Like A Woman'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5620456856921761</id><published>2008-10-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:07:28.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Customer Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;There’s always one. This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for “Termination without Cause”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Operator: “Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Yes, well, I’m having trouble with WordPerfect.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “What sort of trouble??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Went away?”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “They disappeared.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Hmm So what does your screen look like now?”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Nothing??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “It’s blank; it won’t accept anything when I type.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “How do I tell?”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “What’s a sea-prompt?”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “There isn’t any cursor: I told you, it won’t accept anything I type.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Does your monitor have a power indicator??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “What’s a monitor?”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “It’s the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it’s on??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “Yes, I think so.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it’s plugged into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Yes, it is.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Okay, here it is.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Follow it for me, and tell me if it’s plugged securely into the back of your computer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “I can’t reach.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Oh, it’s not because I don’t have the right angle - it’s because it’s dark.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Dark??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Operator: “Well, turn on the office light then.”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “I can’t.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “No? Why not??”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Because there’s a power failure.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “A power……… A power failure? Aha, Okay, we’ve got it licked now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “Well, yes, I keep them in the closet.”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you Bought it from.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; Caller: “Really? Is it that bad?”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Yes, I’m afraid it is.”&lt;br /&gt;Caller: “Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??”&lt;br /&gt;Operator: “Tell them you’re too freaking stupid to own a computer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5620456856921761?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5620456856921761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5620456856921761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5620456856921761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5620456856921761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/10/customer-support.html' title='Customer Support'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5451183868299572377</id><published>2008-09-30T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:44:49.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Something Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah beng was walking along his work area one day and saw his friend Ah mute. Ah mute can't speak so he needs to use sign language to communicate. Ah mute signal why Ah Beng isn't at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng than look around and gathered some leaves under the tree and stand on them. He look at Ah Mute and pointed down at the leaves. Ah Mute is now confused..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Ah Sian pass by and saw Ah Beng standing on the leaves. Ah mute than signal Ah Sian on what is Ah Beng trying to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sian than type down in his handphone and show it to Ah Mute. 'Aiyo so simple, Ah Beng Is On Leave!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5451183868299572377?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5451183868299572377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5451183868299572377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5451183868299572377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5451183868299572377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-cool.html' title='Something Cool'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8743523666293605383</id><published>2008-09-25T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T07:41:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicare Coverage In A Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, 'Hello.' 'Mrs. Sanders, please.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is she.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mrs. Sanders, this is Doctor Jones at Saint Agnes Laboratory. When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another Mr. Sanders arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly the results are either bad or terrible.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you mean?' Mrs. Sanders asks nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for AIDS.  We can't tell which is your husband's.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That's dreadful!  Can't you do the test again?' questioned Mrs. Sanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, what am I supposed to do now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town. If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8743523666293605383?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8743523666293605383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8743523666293605383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8743523666293605383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8743523666293605383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/medicare-coverage-in-nutshell.html' title='Medicare Coverage In A Nutshell'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1370377504598336312</id><published>2008-09-20T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:48:45.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of Math!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 8 + 1 = 9 &lt;br /&gt;12 x 8 + 2 = 98 &lt;br /&gt;123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432 &lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;12 x 9 + 3 = 111&lt;br /&gt;123 x 9 + 4 = 1111&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111 &lt;br /&gt;123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111 &lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111 &lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 x 9 + 7 = 88&lt;br /&gt;98 x 9 + 6 = 888 &lt;br /&gt;987 x 9 + 5 = 8888 &lt;br /&gt;9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888&lt;br /&gt;98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888&lt;br /&gt;987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888 &lt;br /&gt;9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888&lt;br /&gt;98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this symmetry: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 1 = 1&lt;br /&gt;11 x 11 = 121 &lt;br /&gt;111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt;1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt;11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt;111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt;1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt;11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321 &lt;br /&gt;111111111 x 111111111=123456789 87654321 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1370377504598336312?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1370377504598336312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1370377504598336312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1370377504598336312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1370377504598336312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/beauty-of-math.html' title='Beauty of Math!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-414884783897202819</id><published>2008-09-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:45:24.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Date An Engineer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. The world does revolve around us... we choose the coordinate system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No "couple" enjoy a better "moment". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We know how to handle stress and strain in a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We have significant figures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. We understand the motion of rigid bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Projectile motion: Do we need to say more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Engineers do it to specification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. According to Newton, if two bodies interact, their forces are equal and opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We know it's not the length of the vector that counts, but how you apply the force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. WE KNOW THE RIGHT HAND RULE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-414884783897202819?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/414884783897202819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=414884783897202819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/414884783897202819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/414884783897202819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-10-reasons-why-you-should-date.html' title='Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Date An Engineer'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4353592245460210517</id><published>2008-09-20T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:40:55.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Ah Beng with the Kidnapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: Har?&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng:Har? Ni Jiang xia mi?&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: nothing bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: Hahahahahahah....(hang up)&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper:???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng:oh....okay&lt;br /&gt;*Silence 10 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: hey ur son is in danger!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: oh, okay&lt;br /&gt;*Silence 30 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper:Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: This is a voice msg system, please leave down ur msg after the beep.&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper:..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: U looking for my son, wait ar. *Ah boy, someone looking for u*&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Sry wrong number...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng:ur son in my hand? u wan him bak give me $10 million ar? I okay ar but where is ur son 1st?&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: What the....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: Oh really? Okay please take care of him, dont let him play alone outside.&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Har? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: Hey ur son is in my hand! If u wan him back u have to gimme $10 million!&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng: Har my son come back alive liao?&lt;br /&gt;Kidnapper: HAR~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4353592245460210517?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4353592245460210517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4353592245460210517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4353592245460210517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4353592245460210517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-beng-with-kidnapper.html' title='Ah Beng with the Kidnapper'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7933182520499742045</id><published>2008-09-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:34:45.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Tech Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The letter to IT Support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear IT Support ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance particularly in the flower, gifts and jewellery applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In addition, Husband 1.0 un-installed many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 but installed undesirable programs such as Formula One 5.0, Golf 3.0 and World Cup 2.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and House Cleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desperate Housewife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Response from IT Support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Desperate Housewife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First keep in mind: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try entering the command C:\ I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Late Night Teh Tarik 6.1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Late Night 6.1 is a very bad program that will create SnoringLoudly.wav files.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-Law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a common want program but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You might consider additional software to improve memory and performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I personally recommend Slim Exercise 3.0, Tongkat Ali 6.9 and Drumstick Suck 9.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good Luck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IT Support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7933182520499742045?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7933182520499742045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7933182520499742045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7933182520499742045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7933182520499742045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/tech-support.html' title='Tech Support'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5213433418870911219</id><published>2008-09-09T22:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:46:55.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Free Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one of the cleverest emails in a while. Someone out there either has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble. (Wait till you see the last one)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FLIT ON CHEERING ANGEL&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCESS DIANA &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;END IS A CAR SPIN&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONICA LEWINSKY &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;NICE SILKY WOMAN &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASTRONOMER: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOON STARER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERATION: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EYES: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THEY SEE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEORGE BUSH: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORSE CODE &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOT MACHINES: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CASH LOST IN ME &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELECTION RESULTS: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DECIMAL POINT: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW: &lt;br /&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5213433418870911219?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5213433418870911219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5213433418870911219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5213433418870911219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5213433418870911219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much-free-time.html' title='Too Much Free Time'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5049986958338916350</id><published>2008-09-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:40:51.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Hungry Ghost Story  -  Malaysian Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man dies and goes to hell.There he finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes to the German hell and asks, 'What do they do here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was told, 'First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the German devil comes in and beats you for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on and checks out the USA hell as well as the Russian hell and many more countries... He discovers that they are all more or less  the same as the German hell... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he comes to the Malaysia hell and finds that there is a long line of people waiting to get in. Amazed, he asks, 'What do they do here?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was told, 'First they put you in an electric chair for an hour.. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Malaysian devil comes and beats you for the rest of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''But that is exactly the same as all the other hells --- so why are so many people waiting to get in here?' asked the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because maintenance is so bad, the electric chair does not work, someone has stolen all the nails from the bed and the Malaysian devil is a former Government servant, so he comes in and signs the register and then goes to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5049986958338916350?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5049986958338916350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5049986958338916350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5049986958338916350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5049986958338916350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/hungry-ghost-story-malaysian-style.html' title='Hungry Ghost Story  -  Malaysian Style'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4129774402432910733</id><published>2008-09-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:57:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture East Vs West</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blue --&gt; Westerner &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Red --&gt;  Asian &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Opinion &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCupR237I/AAAAAAAAAlE/RNiUBZSbRDg/s200/opinion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826285334847410" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B: Talk to the point R: Talk around the circle, especially if different opinions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Way of Life &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCut9yYuI/AAAAAAAAAlM/U1bG1J8TzBU/s200/image002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826286592844514" /&gt;B: individualism, think of himself or herself. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: enjoy gathering with family and friends, solving their problems, and know each other's business (keh poh). &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Punctuality &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCu6Y-rKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ip505rYLlsY/s200/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826289928121506" /&gt;B: on time. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: in time. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Contacts &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCu00_1jI/AAAAAAAAAlc/tPHcOZ-lIz0/s200/image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826288435025458" /&gt;B: Contact to related person only &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Contact everyone everywhere, business very successful. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anger &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCvImNiMI/AAAAAAAAAlk/motuP71WILc/s200/image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826293741717698" /&gt;B: Show that I am angry. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: I am angry, but still smiling... (beware!) &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Queue when Waiting &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJC5DhvKuI/AAAAAAAAAls/_mFn9Z5O9ik/s200/image006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826464179464930" /&gt;B: Queuing in an orderly manner &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Queuing?! What's that? &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sundays on the Road &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJC5OHVgII/AAAAAAAAAl0/JJWEbIPKqPg/s200/image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826467021521026" /&gt;B: Enjoy weekend relaxing peacefully. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Enjoy weekend in crowded places, like going to the mall. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Party &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJC5UdUy-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/iir464I3o8Q/s200/image008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826468724362210" /&gt;B: Only gather with their own group. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: All focus on the one activity that is hosted by the CEO . &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the restaurant &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJC5TU1dXI/AAAAAAAAAmE/msgy6O7kIDE/s200/image009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826468420318578" /&gt;B: Talk softly and gently in the restaurant. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Talk and laugh loudly like their own the restaurant . &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Travelling &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJC5eIHKrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/qghgdtLvLcU/s200/image010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826471319743154" /&gt;B: Love sightseeing and enjoy the scenery. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Taking picture is the most important, scenery is just for the background. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Handling of Problems &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDOgiOUuI/AAAAAAAAAmU/OVME-d4bZOY/s200/image011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826832743387874" /&gt;B: Take any steps to solve the problems. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Try to avoid conflicts, and if can, don't leave any trail. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Three meals a day &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDOlQUkYI/AAAAAAAAAmc/uknEdbU7cQE/s200/image012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826834010476930" /&gt;B: Good meal for once a day is sufficed. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: At least 3 good meals a day. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Transportation &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDOwHVh4I/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8ou6l4Etz4/s200/image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826836925581186" /&gt;B: Before drove cars, now cycling for environmental protection. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Before no money and rode a bike, now got money and drive a car . &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elderly in day to day life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJEI7JZfmI/AAAAAAAAAnU/NdhoFYxnViA/s200/image014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242827836319432290" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;B: When old, there is snoopy for companionship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;R: When old, guarantee will not be lonely, as long as willing to baby-sit the grandkids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moods and Weather &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDO3Jd74I/AAAAAAAAAm0/TyeVMUAovnc/s200/image015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826838813568898" /&gt;B: The logic is, rain is pain. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: The more the rain, more prosperity . &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Boss &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDYM_E2fI/AAAAAAAAAm8/jc3ggbkFzCc/s200/image016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826999294384626" /&gt;B: The boss is part of the team. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: The boss is a Fierce god. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's Trendy &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDYIOp0OI/AAAAAAAAAnE/gqYf54gw4wE/s200/image017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242826998017544418" /&gt;B: Healthy Asian cuisine &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Expensive Western cuisine. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Child &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJDYfyp0II/AAAAAAAAAnM/L-Wo5Q1K4Uw/s200/image018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242827004342554754" /&gt;B: The kid is going to be independent and make his/her own living.. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;R: Work, live and all for the kids, the centre of life.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4129774402432910733?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4129774402432910733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4129774402432910733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4129774402432910733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4129774402432910733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/09/culture-east-vs-west.html' title='Culture East Vs West'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/SMJCupR237I/AAAAAAAAAlE/RNiUBZSbRDg/s72-c/opinion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4808964870888452729</id><published>2008-08-26T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:17:49.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Kids Are Quick!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America.&lt;br /&gt;MARIA: Here it is. &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CLASS: Maria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor? &lt;br /&gt;JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables. ___________________________________________________________ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?' &lt;br /&gt;GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L' &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, that's wrong &lt;br /&gt;GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water? &lt;br /&gt;DONALD: H I J K L M N O. &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: What are you talking about? &lt;br /&gt;DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago. &lt;br /&gt;WINNIE: Me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty? &lt;br /&gt;GLEN: Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Millie, give me a sentence starting with 'I.' &lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: I is.. &lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: No, Millie..... Always say, 'I am.' &lt;br /&gt;MILLIE: All right..... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating? &lt;br /&gt;SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CLYDE : No, sir. It's the same dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Harold, what do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAROLD: A teacher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4808964870888452729?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4808964870888452729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4808964870888452729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4808964870888452729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4808964870888452729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-are-quick.html' title='Kids Are Quick!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5155930527296842843</id><published>2008-08-23T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:17:29.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Ah Beng - Latest Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah Beng bought a new mobile.&lt;br /&gt;He sent a message to everyone from his Phone Book &amp;amp; said, "My Mobile No. Has changed. Earlier it was Nokia 3310. Now it is 6610"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : I am a Proud, coz my son is in Medical College.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Really, what is he studying.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng: No, he is not studying, they are Studying him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Doctor, in my dreams, I play football every night.&lt;br /&gt;DR: Take this tablet, you will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Can I take tomorrow, tonight is final game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : If I die, will u remarry?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: No! I'll stay with my sister. But if I die will u remarry?&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : No, I'll also stay with your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : People consider me as a "GOD"&lt;br /&gt;Wife: How do you know??&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : When I went to the Park today, everybody said, Oh GOD! You have come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng complained to the police: "Sir, all items are missing, except the TV in my house."&lt;br /&gt;Police: "How the thief did not take TV?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "I was watching TV news..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng  comes back to his car and find a note saying "Parking Fine"&lt;br /&gt;He Writes a note and sticks it to a pole "Thanks for complement."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you recognize Ah Beng  in School?&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who erases the notes from the book when the teacher erases the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once  Ah Beng was walking he had a glove on one hand and not on other. So the man asked him why he did so. He replied that the weather forecast announced that on one hand it would be cold and on the other hand it would be hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng  in a bar and his cellular phone rings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He picks it up and says "Hello, how did you know I was here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : Why are all these people running?&lt;br /&gt;Man - This is a race, the winner will get the cup&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng  : If only the winner will get the cup, why others running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "I killed a person" convert this sentence into future tense.&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : The future tense is "You will go to jail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng told his servant: "Go and water the plants!"&lt;br /&gt;Servant: "It's already raining."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : "So what? Take an umbrella and go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked Ah Beng  why  Ahmad Badawi goes walking in the Evening and not in the morning?  Ah Beng replied  Ahmad Badawi is PM not AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5155930527296842843?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5155930527296842843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5155930527296842843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5155930527296842843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5155930527296842843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-beng-latest-version.html' title='Ah Beng - Latest Version'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1395681611572012693</id><published>2008-08-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:02:34.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>7 Reasons Not To Mess With Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was  physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it  was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was  swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher  reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically  impossible. The little girl said, 'When I get to  heaven I will ask Jonah'. The teacher asked, 'What  if Jonah went to hell?' The little girl replied,  'Then you ask him'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;A  Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they  were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working  diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, 'I'm drawing God.' The teacher paused and said,  'But no one knows what God looks like.' Without missing a beat, or  looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, 'They will in a  minute.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school  teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year  olds. After explaining the commandment to  'Honour' thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, 'Is there a  commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?' Without missing a beat one little boy (the  oldest of a family) answered, 'Thou shall not kill.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a  little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the  kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of  white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively  asked, 'Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?' Her mother replied, 'Well, every time  that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs  turns white.' The little girl thought about this  revelation for a while and then said, 'Mommy, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children  had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each  to buy a copy of the group picture. 'Just think how nice it will be to  look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, She's  a lawyer,' or 'That's  Michael, He's a doctor.' A small voice at the back of  the room rang out, 'And there's  the teacher, She's dead.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher  was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the  matter clearer, she said, 'Now, class, if I stood on my head, the  blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the  face.' 'Yes,' the class said. 'Then why is it that while  I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?' A little fellow shouted, 'Cause your feet ain't  empty.'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children  were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch.  At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note,  and posted on the apple tray: 'Take only ONE . God is  watching.'  Moving further along the lunch  line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip  cookies. A child had written a note, 'Take all  you want. God is watching the apples.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1395681611572012693?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1395681611572012693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1395681611572012693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1395681611572012693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1395681611572012693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/7-reasons-not-to-mess-with-children.html' title='7 Reasons Not To Mess With Children'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2994299268330531631</id><published>2008-08-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:10:26.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cartoon Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone has a personality of a cartoon character. Have you ever asked yourself what cartoon character you most resemble? A group of investigators got together and analyzed the personalities of well known and modern cartoon characters. The information that was gathered was made into this test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions (only 10) with what describes you best, add up all your Points (which are next to the answer that you choose) at the end and look for your results. Do not cheat by looking at the end before you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Which one of the following describes the perfect date?&lt;br /&gt;a) Candlelight dinner (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Fun/Theme Park (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Painting in the park (5 pts)&lt;br /&gt;d) Rock concert (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Going to the movies (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite type of music?&lt;br /&gt;a) Rock and Roll (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Alternative (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Soft Rock (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Country (5 pts )&lt;br /&gt;e) Pop (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What type of movies do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;a) Comedy (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Horror (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Musical (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Romance (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Documentary (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which one of these occupations would you choose if you only could choose one of these?&lt;br /&gt;a) Waiter (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Professional Sports Player (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Teacher (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Police (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Cashier (1 pt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 What do you do with your spare t ime?&lt;br /&gt;a) Exercise (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Read (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Watch television (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Listen to music (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Sleep (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which one of the following colors do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;a) Yellow (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;b) White (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Sky Blue (3 pts)&lt;br /&gt;d) Dark Blue(2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Red (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you prefer to eat?&lt;br /&gt;a) Snow (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Pizza (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Sushi (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Pasta (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Salad (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your favorite holiday ?&lt;br /&gt;a) Halloween(1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Christmas (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) New Year (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Valentine's Day (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Thanksgiving (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could go to one of these places which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a) Paris (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Spain (5 pts)&lt;br /&gt;c) Las Vegas (1 pt)&lt;br /&gt;d) Hawaii (4 pts)&lt;br /&gt;e) Hollywood (3 pts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. With which of the following would you prefer to spend time with?&lt;br /&gt;a) Someone Smart (5 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;b) Someone attractive (2 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;c) Someone who likes to Party (1 pt.)&lt;br /&gt;d) Someone who always has fun (3 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;e) Someone very sentimental (4 pts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up your points and find out the answer you have been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10-16 points) &lt;strong&gt;You are Garfield&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;You are very comfortable, easy going, and you definitely know how to have fun but sometimes you take it to an extreme. You always know what you are doing and you are always in control of your life. Others may not see things as you do, but that doesn't mean that you always have to do what is right. Try to remember, your happy spirit may hurt you or others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(17-23 points) &lt;strong&gt;You are Snoopy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are fun; you are very cool and popular. You always know what's in and you're never out of style, you are good at knowing how to satisfy everyone else. You have probably disappeared for a few days more than once but you always come home with the family values that you learned Being married and having children are important to you, but only after you have had your share of fun times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24-28 points) &lt;strong&gt;You are Elmo&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You have lots of friends and you are also popular, always willing to give advice and help out a person in need. You are very optimistic and you always see the bright side of things. Some good advice: try not to be too much of a dreamer. Dreaming too big could cause many conflicts in yo ur life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(29-35 points) &lt;strong&gt;You are Sponge Bob Square Pants&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are the classic person that everyone loves. You are the best friend that anyone could ever have and never wants to lose. You never cause harm to anyone and they would never not understand your feelings. Life is a journey, it's funny and calm for the most part Stay away from traitors and jealous people and you will be stress free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(36-43 points) &lt;strong&gt;You are Charlie Brown&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are tender, you fall in love quickly but you are also very serious about all relationships. You are a family person. You call your Mom every Sunday. You have many friends and may occasionally forget a few Birthdays. Don't let your passion confuse you with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(44-50 points ) &lt;strong&gt;You are Dexter&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are smart and definitely a thinker... Every situation is fronted with a plan. You have a brilliant mind. You demonstrate very strong family principles. You maintain a stable routine but neve r ignore a bad situation when it comes. Try to do less over thinking every once in a while to spice things up a bit with spontaneity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't spoil it! Have some Fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2994299268330531631?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2994299268330531631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2994299268330531631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2994299268330531631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2994299268330531631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-cartoon-character.html' title='Your Cartoon Character'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3123035320847446573</id><published>2008-08-10T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:57:15.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Beware of Flap Phones!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the reason why you shouldn't use flap phones or let your young kids or siblings play with a flap phone -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://bl138w.blu138.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=7b21a49a-ac8b-4b91-aff4-aa8caf72efbd&amp;amp;Aux=44|0|8CAC8F7BE0D5C80|" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3123035320847446573?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3123035320847446573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3123035320847446573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3123035320847446573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3123035320847446573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/beware-of-flap-phones.html' title='Beware of Flap Phones!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5836408585250051466</id><published>2008-08-08T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:26:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Dare To Use This Toilet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how the toilet looks like from the outside!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://65.55.174.215/att/GetAttachment.aspx?file=4a97d49f-db94-41b2-85c9-99a9d89b6976.jpg&amp;amp;ct=aW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d&amp;amp;name=aW1hZ2UuanBn&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;rfc=0&amp;amp;empty=False&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a1.1304984578%40web31406.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=bmcalccy&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.4.27.8&amp;amp;d=d799&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Fri%2c%2008%20Aug%202008%2015%3a08%3a43%20GMT&amp;amp;hm__ha=8a4da2cf2c5985fbf9edb9871a12487aae7b2d03&amp;amp;oneredir=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://65.55.174.215/att/GetAttachment.aspx?file=4a97d49f-db94-41b2-85c9-99a9d89b6976.jpg&amp;amp;ct=aW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d&amp;amp;name=aW1hZ2UuanBn&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;rfc=0&amp;amp;empty=False&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a1.1304984578%40web31406.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=bmcalccy&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.4.27.8&amp;amp;d=d799&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Fri%2c%2008%20Aug%202008%2015%3a08%3a43%20GMT&amp;amp;hm__ha=8a4da2cf2c5985fbf9edb9871a12487aae7b2d03&amp;amp;oneredir=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://65.55.174.215/att/GetAttachment.aspx?file=1e23f0ef-1522-40f1-95b3-af94125a1577.jpg&amp;amp;ct=aW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d&amp;amp;name=aW1hZ2UuanBn&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;rfc=0&amp;amp;empty=False&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a2.1304984578%40web31406.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=bmcalccy&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.4.27.8&amp;amp;d=d799&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Fri%2c%2008%20Aug%202008%2015%3a08%3a44%20GMT&amp;amp;hm__ha=e07399f1a72cf0ee2f116ed71de7c46f9931eaad&amp;amp;oneredir=1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://65.55.174.215/att/GetAttachment.aspx?file=1e23f0ef-1522-40f1-95b3-af94125a1577.jpg&amp;amp;ct=aW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d&amp;amp;name=aW1hZ2UuanBn&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;rfc=0&amp;amp;empty=False&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3a2.1304984578%40web31406.mail.mud.yahoo.com&amp;amp;hm__login=bmcalccy&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.4.27.8&amp;amp;d=d799&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Fri%2c%2008%20Aug%202008%2015%3a08%3a44%20GMT&amp;amp;hm__ha=e07399f1a72cf0ee2f116ed71de7c46f9931eaad&amp;amp;oneredir=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how the toilet look like from the inside!!! It's  made entirely of one-way glass!  No one can see you from the outside,  but when you are inside it's like sitting in a clear glass box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you dare to use this toilet???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5836408585250051466?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5836408585250051466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5836408585250051466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5836408585250051466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5836408585250051466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-dare-to-use-this-toilet.html' title='Do You Dare To Use This Toilet???'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3591656666758790451</id><published>2008-08-06T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:26:32.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>25 Ways To Tell You're Grown Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://65.55.174.215/att/GetAttachment.aspx?file=0eb3e348-f072-40cc-b787-9228a3621c34.gif&amp;amp;ct=aW1hZ2UvZ2lm&amp;amp;name=aW1hZ2UwMDYuZ2lm&amp;amp;inline=1&amp;amp;rfc=0&amp;amp;empty=False&amp;amp;imgsrc=cid%3aimage006.gif%4001C8F716.6852FEF0&amp;amp;hm__login=bmcalccy&amp;amp;hm__domain=hotmail.com&amp;amp;ip=10.4.27.8&amp;amp;d=d799&amp;amp;mf=0&amp;amp;hm__ts=Wed%2c%2006%20Aug%202008%2013%3a11%3a59%20GMT&amp;amp;hm__ha=c8bf65e44c0d552696e4c68764ff7b0648c6dd60&amp;amp;oneredir=1" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3591656666758790451?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3591656666758790451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3591656666758790451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3591656666758790451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3591656666758790451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/08/25-ways-to-tell-youre-grown-up.html' title='25 Ways To Tell You&apos;re Grown Up'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8353976247731206886</id><published>2008-05-25T05:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T05:22:22.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Uncle Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi honey. This is Daddy. Is Mommy near the phone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Daddy. She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Paul." After a brief pause, Daddy says, "But honey, you haven't got an Uncle Paul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now." Brief Pause. "Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay Daddy, just a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later the little girl comes back to the phone. "I did it Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what happened honey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit her head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!!! What about your Uncle Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on, too. He was all scared and he jumped out of the back window and into the swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that you took out the water last week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Long Pause***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Longer Pause***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Even Longer Pause***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Daddy says, "Swimming pool? Is this 486-5731?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is 486-5713.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, wrong number!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8353976247731206886?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8353976247731206886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8353976247731206886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8353976247731206886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8353976247731206886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/05/uncle-paul.html' title='Uncle Paul'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7566703077983192556</id><published>2008-04-02T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T07:38:59.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Wacky Definitions!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;These are classics!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;: A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Boss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life Insurance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A contract that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die Rich..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: A place where Papa pays and Son plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you by bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: A person who wakes u up to give you sleeping pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree and a woman gains her masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The hydraulic force by which masculine willpower is defeated by feminine water-power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds of either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Conference Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Politician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: One who shakes your hand before elections and your Confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Books, which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Committee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Atom Bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Philosopher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: A fool who torments himself during life, to be wise after death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Dishonesty is a Modern-Aged Man's Integrity. The Truth will always Hurt".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7566703077983192556?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7566703077983192556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7566703077983192556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7566703077983192556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7566703077983192556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/04/wacky-definitions.html' title='Wacky Definitions!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5660341069916303236</id><published>2008-04-02T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:49:00.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Actual Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;These are extracts from actual letters sent to various councils and housing associations throughout the UK. (I got it in my email)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want some repairs done to my cooker, as it has backfired and burnt my knob off.&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish to complain that my father hurt his ankle very badly when he put his foot in the hole in his back passage.&lt;br /&gt;3. Their 18 year old son is repeatedly banging his balls against my fence.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish to report that tiles are missing from the outside toilet roof. I think it was that bad wind the other night that blew them off.&lt;br /&gt;5. I am writing on behalf of my sink, which is coming away from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;6. Will you please send someone round to mend the garden path. My wife tripped and fell on it yesterday, and now she is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;7. I request permission to remove my drawers in the kitchen. 50% of the walls are damp, 50% have crumbling plaster, and the rest are plain filthy.&lt;br /&gt;8. The toilet is blocked, and we cannot bath the children until it is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;9. Will you please send someone round to look at my water? It is a funny colour and isn't fit to drink.&lt;br /&gt;10. Our lavatory seat is broken in half and is in three pieces.&lt;br /&gt;11. I want to complain about the farmer across the road. Every morning at 6:00 am his cock wakes me up and it's now getting too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;12. The man next door has a large erection in his garden, which is unsightly and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;13. Our kitchen floor is damp. We have two children and would like a third, so please send someone round to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;14. I am a single woman living in a downstairs flat, and would you please do something about the noise made by the man I have on top of me every night.&lt;br /&gt;15. Please send a man with the right tool to finish the job and satisfy my wife.&lt;br /&gt;16. I have had the clerk of the works down on the floor six times, but I have still had no satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;17. My bush is really overgrown round the front, and my back passage has fungus growing in it.&lt;br /&gt;18. He's got this huge tool that vibrates the whole house, and I just can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5660341069916303236?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5660341069916303236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5660341069916303236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5660341069916303236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5660341069916303236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/04/actual-letters.html' title='Actual Letters'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7837005614605865017</id><published>2008-02-14T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:28:06.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Mathematics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROMANCE MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;br /&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man  + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OFFICE ARITHMETIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + smart employee = profit&lt;br /&gt;Smart boss + dumb employee = production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + smart employee = promotion&lt;br /&gt;Dumb boss + dumb employee = overtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOPPING MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will pay $20 for a $10 item he needs.&lt;br /&gt;A woman will pay $10 for a $20 item that she doesn't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GENERAL EQUATIONS &amp;amp; STATISTICS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.&lt;br /&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his life can spend.&lt;br /&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONGEVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PROPENSITY TO CHANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7837005614605865017?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7837005614605865017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7837005614605865017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7837005614605865017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7837005614605865017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/02/mathematics.html' title='Mathematics'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-690515416339003046</id><published>2008-01-31T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:36:01.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Story Of A Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. When I was born, I got a choice - A big dick or a good memory. I'm unable to remember what I chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A wife is a sex object. Every time you ask for sex, she objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Impotence: It's nature's way of saying "no hard feelings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men - "don't" and "stop"; unless they are used together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Panties are not the best thing on earth, but next to the best thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There are three stages to sex in a person's life: Tri Weekly, Try Weekly, and Try Weakly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Virginity can be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Virginity is not dignity... it's a lack of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I tried phone sex once, but the holes in the dialer were too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Marriage is the only war where you get to sleep with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Q: What's an Australian kiss?&lt;br /&gt;      A: The same thing as a French kiss; only down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A newly married couple were happy with the "whole thing". He was happy with the Hole and she was happy with the Thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Q: What are the three biggest tragedies in a man's life?&lt;br /&gt;      A: Life sucks, job sucks and the wife doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Q: What's the difference between a bitch and a whore?&lt;br /&gt;      A: A whore sleeps with everyone at the party and a bitch sleeps with everyone except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact ?&lt;br /&gt;      A: Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Of course you've heard about the Viagra computer virus; it turns your 3 1/2 inch floppy into a hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Despite the old saying, "Don't take your troubles to bed", many men still sleep with their wives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-690515416339003046?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/690515416339003046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=690515416339003046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/690515416339003046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/690515416339003046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-man.html' title='Story Of A Man...'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6628649027411512620</id><published>2008-01-31T23:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:20:09.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>7 Drawfs Go To Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://students.ou.edu/P/Lesley.B.Pierce-1/7dwarfs.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.ou.edu/P/Lesley.B.Pierce-1/7dwarfs.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The seven dwarfs go to the Vatican , and because they are the seven dwarfs, they are immediately ushered in to see the Pope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy leads the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grumpy, my son," says the Pope, "What can I do for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy asks, "Excuse me your Excellency, but are there any dwarf nuns in Rome ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope wrinkles his brow at the odd question, thinks for a moment and answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Rome ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background, a few of the dwarfs start giggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy turns around and glares, silencing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy turns back, "Your Worship, are there any dwarf nuns in all of Europe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope, puzzled now, again thinks for a moment and then answers, "No, Grumpy, there are no dwarf nuns in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This time, all of the other dwarfs burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Grumpy turns around and silences them with an angry glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy turns back and says, "Mr. Pope! Are there ANY dwarf nuns anywhere in the world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pope, really confused by the questions says, "I'm sorry, my son, there are no dwarf nuns anywhere in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dwarfs collapse into a heap, rolling and laughing, pounding the floor, tears rolling down their cheeks, as they begin chanting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grumpy shagged a penguin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6628649027411512620?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6628649027411512620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6628649027411512620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6628649027411512620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6628649027411512620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-drawfs-go-to-rome.html' title='7 Drawfs Go To Rome'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-5290736913524402892</id><published>2008-01-26T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:39:15.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Marketing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.  You go up to her and say, "I am very rich. Marry me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Direct Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you  says, "He's  very rich. Marry him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Advertising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.  You go up to her and get her telephone number.  The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Telemarketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.  You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her  and pour her a drink. You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she  drops it, offer  her a ride, and then say, "By the way, I'm very rich.  Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Public Relations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.  She walks up to you and says, "You are very rich, I  want to marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Brand Recognition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.  You go up to her and say, "I'm rich. Marry me!"  She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Customer Feedback&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-5290736913524402892?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/5290736913524402892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=5290736913524402892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5290736913524402892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/5290736913524402892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-marketing.html' title='What Is Marketing?'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8128026851801124166</id><published>2008-01-26T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:36:04.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I will choose my own bride!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But the girl is Bill Gates's daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Son: "Well, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Next Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a husband for your daughter."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank."&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice-president."&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how business is done!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;/strong&gt; Even If you have nothing, You can get Anything. But your attitude should be positive&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8128026851801124166?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8128026851801124166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8128026851801124166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8128026851801124166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8128026851801124166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/01/business-logic.html' title='Business Logic'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1446158909857859899</id><published>2008-01-22T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T01:41:09.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Doctor's Receptionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This may actually be a fictitious STORY but I did come across similar situations where the receptionist indeed asks stupid questions to which she has no answers in the first place. Others tell you straight away that you need this or that test/treatment before the doctor even had a chance to speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing worse than a Doctor's Receptionist who insists you tell her what is wrong with you in a room full of other patients. I know most of us have experienced this, which is why I love the way this old guy handled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 86-year-old man walked into a crowded Doctor's Waiting Room. As he approached the desk, the Receptionist said, "Yes sir, what are you seeing the Doctor for today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something wrong with my dick," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist became irritated and said, "You shouldn't come into a crowded Doctor's Room and say things like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? You asked me what was wrong and I told you," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist replied, "You've obviously caused some embarrassment in this room full of people. You should have said there is something wrong with your ear or something and then discuss the problem further with the Doctor in private."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "You shouldn't ask people things in a room full of others, if the answer could embarrass anyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walked out, waited several minutes and then re-entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist smiled smugly and asked, "Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's something wrong with my ear," he stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Receptionist nodded approvingly and smiled, knowing he had taken her advice. "And what is wrong with your ear, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't piss out of it," the man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Waiting Room erupted in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1446158909857859899?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1446158909857859899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1446158909857859899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1446158909857859899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1446158909857859899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2008/01/doctors-receptionist.html' title='The Doctor&apos;s Receptionist'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8125127672470005931</id><published>2007-12-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:19:36.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Healthy Improvement Goals for Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Live well. Eat well. Exercise well. It's a fresh start to the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Gabrielle Reece on Wed, Jan 10, 2007, 10:49 pm PST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get down to it, unless it's to see how many slices of the pizza you can eat, setting goals is generally not all about yee haw. It's connected to work. Good. Now that we got that out of the way, let's figure out some low drama/stress ways to create a few diet and fitness goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask yourself: what the "Why" or reason is that you want to do this in the first place. Once you figure out what your why is, then focus in on that baby. If your why is strong enough, then you will have a good motive (both with your brain and heart) to stick to your goals, and you will do a better job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Figure out where you're at in a few places. For starters, how is your overall fitness level, and how long has it been since you have been in a regular fitness routine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go out there guns blazing the first week and make yourself so tired and sore that you don't want to look at another sneaker or dumbbell as long as you live. On the nutrition front, don't approach this with the attitude of "what can I not eat now" but look at it like, 'What can I eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not starve yourself. This is not a diet. This is about setting goals that reflect a change in lifestyle, not about goals that make you feel deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once you know who you are, then have your goals reflect your likes. If you like to be alone, then go on walks and wear your music at the gym. Prefer to hang with someone? Take a class or invite a friend to go for a hike. If you can't stand to be locked in the indoors, then create goals that represent you. Don't struggle every day doing something that you can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find goals that you will be able to really follow through with week after week. Hate cottage cheese or low-cal anything? Forget it! You find the foods that will give you energy and help you reach your goals that you enjoy eating. They are out there, and yes, it sometimes takes a little more effort to find them, but they are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Set goals within your goals. Don't just start out saying, "I want to lose 30 or 60 pounds and run a marathon." Hello, who can live up to that one? How's that for stress? How does, "I'm going to work out four times a week this week and do cardio for 10 minutes" sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then next week I'm going to up my cardio to 15 minutes and throw in two days of light resistance training." Once you get a little momentum, then begin with the psychotic roller coaster talk of "I'm going to lose four pounds this week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me personally, I think that is a little scary, but I know some of you love those numbers, and I'm not going to fight with you. By setting these mini goals, you will be successful all along the way. This will give you more motivation during the process because you will be inspired by not only your results, but also the feeling of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Reset the brain and heart. So, you're taking this on and doing a mini restart in your life. That means you have to see and believe the you that you are becoming. Cliché, I know, but the power of the mind followed by the belief of the heart is some serious juice. If we don't have that lined up when we create our goals, it doesn't matter if we do everything right, we can't make it happen. Clear away those old thoughts and habits that will keep you from reaching your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be realistic with your time reality. If you work five days a week and have two kids, then don't set goals where you are going to work out six days a week for two hours. Probably will get to be too much very quickly. See where you can get the extra time (yes, turn off the tube and hang up your phone), and make your goals reflect a realistic plan of attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be kind to yourself. If you blow it one day or even have a bad week, get over it. Let's go! Don't torture yourself about something to the point that it stops you. In this regard, be nice enough to yourself to give yourself a break once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8125127672470005931?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8125127672470005931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8125127672470005931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8125127672470005931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8125127672470005931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/12/set-healthy-improvement-goals-for.html' title='Set Healthy Improvement Goals for Yourself'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7735090745255047859</id><published>2007-12-23T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T11:14:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune &amp; Personality Traits From The Tips Of Your Fingers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/R26yDjdAJCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iVa7mExWgKw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/R26yDjdAJCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iVa7mExWgKw/s200/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147247198257292322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;It is already an accepted fact that every single person in the world has a different set of fingerprints. The Chinese have devised a way to read personality &amp;amp; destiny traits by studying the waves and the circles that appear at the tips of everyone's fingers – indeed so convinced are they that in the old days the fingers of prospective daughters-in-law were carefully scrutinized by prominent families to ensure they did not unwittingly welcome women who had fingers that showed alternate circles and waves on their fingers, as it was commonly believed that such women would bring trouble into the family, being particularly difficult to control and usually very aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this issue of FSW we bring you some indications of destiny &amp;amp; personality traits based on the circles and waves on the five fingers of each hand. Guys should examine their left hands while women should look at their right hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are the two different patterns of circles and waves seen on every finger. To make a reading, look at your thumb print first, then your index finger, your middle finger, your ring finger and then your little finger in that order. This is the sequence that offers clues to your destiny &amp;amp; fortunes of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For ease of reference we shall refer to circles as Os and to waves as Ws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fingers: OOOOO (all whorls)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: This person is very confident, has a strong character and a hot temper. He/she is an independent person. The luck of this person changes dramatically in life from one period to the next. The undoing of this person will be his/her hot temper so it is vital that this person must learn to be patient and calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWWWW (all waves)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: This person is a straightforward honest person who goes with the flow. The fingers indicate someone very sensitive, who is especially suited to design and creative work. People with these fingerprint patterns tend to be shy and uncomfortable in social situations, so are not suited to work in PR, politics or any kind of work requiring them to meet people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWWWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: If you can choose a prestigious working career, you will be very successful. However, you should avoid the tendency to get big-headed and you must never take your career for granted. You should also watch your back, as you tend to attract jealousy into your life and could get betrayed. Always look for long-term benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWWOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You will need to work harder during the early days of your career. When you reach middle and older age, you will get recognition and wealth luck. So your life gets better the older you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWOWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: It is vital that you resist the tendency to be narrow-minded in your attitudes and in the way you think and work. Try to be humble and learn as much as possible. This is how you will get influential help that brings you to the peak of your business and career life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very clear-minded person. As long as you work hard, you are guaranteed to be successful. Even though you tend to be in a hurry, there will be those who help you along. You are also a person with a kind heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOOOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: Because you are kind and have an in-built polite attitude, you will easily get help from older persons and friends. You will enjoy great success in your working life and your only weakness is you don't trust people too easily. This can make you too conservative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOOWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You have a tendency to be bad tempered, and rather quick to judge. This is a shallow attitude and could easily get you onto the wrong path. If you can correct this tendency of yours, you will have great success. The potential is in you, so try to be calm in your approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You have good character but can only become really successful in older age. Be prepared to have to work really hard during your younger and middle age periods, but you will become a successful person in older years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are very good in the social skills. No matter what industry you are in, you like to take risk and you will always face uncertainty. Be careful as the later years of your life could bring yet more challenges.  Take less risk as you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWOWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a person who has high vision and heavy responsibility. Be careful. Your visions could get you into serious difficulty. Better to stay more grounded, then your life will have greater success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWWOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are very intelligent and will enjoy a lot of scholastic honours. You will have a smooth life and benefit from wealth luck. If you can work hard, you will become a great and successful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWWWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You will inherit a business or property from your parents or from an older person. Even though you are a capable person and can be successful in your own business, your tendency towards impatience could get you into a lot of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOWWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You have a tendency to be proud and snobbish, although deep inside you are a kind-hearted person. Your social skills however need improving. Your relatives tend to take advantage of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOWWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a deep thinking person. At a young age, you are already thinking of your future. You will enjoy a smooth and peaceful life; you will be very happy in your old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOWOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very sociable person and you enjoy the carefree kind of life going out, partying and clubbing. When you reach middle and older age, you will rely on people to support you. Be warned, if you do not prepare yourself, you might have a hard time during your older years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOWOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are not an easy person to control or to convince, as you are something of a rebel. If you can stay focused on what you want from life, you will be successful. The problem is that you can be fickle and vague in what you really want from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWOWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: Your whole life is full of ups and downs, successes and failures. However, if you can move steadily step-by-step, you can enjoy a peaceful life as you grow into maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWWOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are very kindhearted person and there will be good people in your life, as you will attract these kinds of people towards you. Work hard and you will easily reap your just rewards.  You will definitely become successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWWOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You will get recognition and become famous. Even though your life appears unstable during your earlier years of working life and you need to work hard in your thirties, when you reach maturity, your life gets better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWOOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very capable person, but you tend to lack good judgement. You also tend to start something and then lose interest. Stay focused if you want to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWOOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a noble person with a good character. You tend to be very helpful towards colleagues and friends so you are a popular person. Because you can think in-depth and have sensitivity towards others, you will enjoy success in the creative fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWOWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are blessed with a fast and formidable intellect. You work very quickly and with great effectiveness. However, your character is very aggressive and people tend to be intimidated by you. If you can correct this trait, you can rise to great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WWOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very straightforward person. But your thinking tends to be rather naïve and shallow. Even though your suggestions are good, if you don't think through what you say, you should not be surprised if people tend to ignore your views. Your speech tends to lack power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOWOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a high-minded person, able to see and grab opportunities. You are best suited to work in the financial and investment fields. Your luck gets better as you grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOWWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very honest and reputable person. You have little urge to get rich or pursue material wealth. But watch it, if you don't know how to take care of yourself, you can easily get conned and taken advantage of by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOOWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: Your social skills are good, so you attract guidance and help from influential people. Many people help you in your rise to prominence, and your luck turns fabulous in later years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OOWOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a very brave and hardworking person. A lot of people trust you when you are young. However, unless you work at preserving your reputation, you could make enemies on your rise up and find that life becomes harder as you get older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: OWOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a kindhearted character and easily get along with others. You are not good at doing business, but you are good as a teacher or even as a spiritual master. You can enjoy success in the academic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOOWW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are reputable and have a peaceful character. So you are definitely someone who can become successful and recognized. However, because of your tendency towards pride, you could end up offending the wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOOWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a simple but logical person. If you can focus on the fundamentals of life and adopt a step-by-step approach in your climb up the success ladder and not be too impatient, you will benefit from wealth luck and be honored by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shape: WOOOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Means: You are a straight talking person who is forthright in your approach. You are strong in character, playful but you also easily offend people. But you are also lucky because when you reach middle age, you will rise to a prominent position and your luck really changes for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7735090745255047859?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7735090745255047859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7735090745255047859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7735090745255047859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7735090745255047859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-already-accepted-fact-that-every.html' title='Fortune &amp; Personality Traits From The Tips Of Your Fingers'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/R26yDjdAJCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/iVa7mExWgKw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4252989004945225041</id><published>2007-11-11T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:54:47.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen Closely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. A young, student nurse appears to give him a partial sponge bath. Nurse', he mumbles, from behind the mask. 'Are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, 'I don't know, Sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He struggles to ask again, 'Nurse, please check. Are my testicles black?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned that he may elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers. She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she takes a close look and says, There's nothing wrong with them, Sir!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, 'Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very closely......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A r e - m y - t e s t - r e s u l t s - b a c k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4252989004945225041?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4252989004945225041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4252989004945225041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4252989004945225041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4252989004945225041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/11/listen-closely.html' title='Listen Closely'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6714555434972309271</id><published>2007-10-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:36:54.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Barbie Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day a father gets out of work and on his way home he suddenly remembersthat it's his daughter's birthday. He pulls over to a toy shop and asks the sales person, "How much for one of those Barbie's in the display window?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesperson answers, "Which one do you mean, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have: Work Out Barbie for $19.95, Shopping Barbie for $19.95, Beach Barbie for $19.95, Disco Barbie for $19.95, Ballerina Barbie for $19.95, Astronaut Barbie for $19.95, Skater Barbie for $19.95, and Divorced Barbie for $265.95".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazed father asks: "It's what?! Why is the Divorced Barbie $265.95 and the others only $19.95? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoyed salesperson rolls her eyes, sighs, and answers: "Sir..., Divorced Barbie comes with: Ken's Car, Ken's House, Ken's Boat, Ken's Furniture, Ken's Computer and one of Ken's Friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6714555434972309271?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6714555434972309271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6714555434972309271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6714555434972309271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6714555434972309271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/10/barbie-doll.html' title='Barbie Doll'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-1949295375162855947</id><published>2007-10-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:34:13.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Poems to Make You Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Roses are red, violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Monkeys like you should be kept in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Don't feel so angry, you will find me there too&lt;br /&gt;                          Not in a cage but laughing at you...&lt;br /&gt;                                            _____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Twinkle Twinkle little star&lt;br /&gt;                                              You should know what you are&lt;br /&gt;                                            And once you know what you are&lt;br /&gt;                                          Mental hospital is not so far.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The rain makes all things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;                                    The grass and flowers too.&lt;br /&gt;                                              If rain makes all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;                                      Why doesn't it rain on you?&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           I wrote your name on sand it got washed.&lt;br /&gt;                                I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;                            then ~ I wrote your name on my heart And.&lt;br /&gt;I got a heart attack straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     God saw me hungry, HE created pizza.&lt;br /&gt;                                    HE saw me thirsty, HE created Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;                                      HE saw me in dark, HE created light&lt;br /&gt;                                      HE saw me without problems, HE created YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1949295375162855947?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1949295375162855947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1949295375162855947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1949295375162855947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1949295375162855947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/10/roses-are-red-violets-are-blue-monkeys.html' title='Poems to Make You Laugh'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8009068708142825569</id><published>2007-10-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T03:34:16.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Just For Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man comes home , finds his wife with his friend in bed . He shoots his friend and kills him.&lt;br /&gt;Wife says "If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends"&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;What is the definition of Mistress?&lt;br /&gt;Someone between the Mister and Mattress&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;Husband asks , "Do u know the meaning of WIFE?? Without Information Fighting Everytime."&lt;br /&gt;Wife replies," No, It means, With Idiot For Ever !!!"&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?&lt;br /&gt;Stress is when wife is pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;and Panic is when both are pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Do you know the importance of a period?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Yeah, once my sister said she has missed one, my mom fainted, dad got a heart attack &amp;amp; our driver ran away.&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;A women asks man who is traveling with six children, "Are all these kids yours??"&lt;br /&gt;The man replies, " No, I work in a condom factory and these are customer complaints".&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;A young boy asks his Dad, "What is the difference between confident and confidential.&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, "You are my son, I'm confident about that.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend over there, is also my son, that's confidential!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8009068708142825569?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8009068708142825569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8009068708142825569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8009068708142825569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8009068708142825569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just For Laughs'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2363186374504095320</id><published>2007-10-11T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:36:38.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Why's Of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. WHY DO MEN BECOME SMARTER DURING SEX?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because they are plugged into a genius)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. WHY DON'T WOMEN BLINK DURING SEX?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they don't have enough time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. WHY DOES IT TAKE 1 MILLION SPERM TO FERTILIZE ONE EGG?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they don't stop to ask directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. WHY DO MEN SNORE WHEN THEY LIE ON THEIR BACKS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because their balls fall over their butt-hole and they vapor lock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're laughing aren't you?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. WHY WERE MEN GIVEN LARGER BRAINS THAN DOGS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so they won't hump women's legs at cocktails parties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. WHY DID GOD MAKE MEN BEFORE WOMEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you need a rough draft before you make a final copy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. HOW MANY MEN DOES IT TAKE TO PUT A TOILET SEAT DOWN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't know.....it never happened)&lt;br /&gt;( C'mon guys, we laugh at your blonde jokes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. WHY DID GOD PUT MEN ON EARTH?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because a vibrator can't mow the lawn)&lt;br /&gt;Remember, if you haven't got a smile on your face and laughter in your heart...Then you are just an old sour fart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One for the ladies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my housework-challenged husband decided to wash his Sweat-shirt Seconds after he stepped into the laundry room, he shouted to me, "What setting do I use on the washing machine?"&lt;br /&gt;"It depends," I replied. "What does it say on your shirt?"&lt;br /&gt;He yelled back, "University of Oklahoma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they say blondes are dumb...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world."&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies, "I'll miss you..."&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"It's just too hot to wear clothes today," Jack says as he stepped out of the shower, "honey, what do you think the neighbors would think if I mowed the lawn like this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Probably that I married you for your money," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?&lt;br /&gt;A: A rumor&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Wisdom to understand my man; Love to forgive him; And Patience for his moods. Because, Lord, if I pray for Strength, I'll beat him to death.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?&lt;br /&gt;A: You did not hold the pillow down long enough.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;A: Rename the mail folder "Instruction Manual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2363186374504095320?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2363186374504095320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2363186374504095320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2363186374504095320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2363186374504095320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/10/whys-of-men.html' title='The Why&apos;s Of Men'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8739901003081442819</id><published>2007-09-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:43:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all those men who say, Why buy a cow when you can get milk for free.  Here's an update for you: Now days, 80% of women are against marriage, WHY? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men  are like....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are  like ... &lt;strong&gt;Laxatives&lt;/strong&gt;   .... They  irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Men are like. &lt;strong&gt;Bananas&lt;/strong&gt; .......  The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like  ...... &lt;strong&gt;Weather&lt;/strong&gt; .  Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like &lt;strong&gt;Blenders&lt;/strong&gt;   You need One, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like  ..... &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Bars&lt;/strong&gt;  .... Sweet, smooth, &amp;amp; they usually head right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men  are like ... &lt;strong&gt;Commercials&lt;/strong&gt;   . You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like &lt;strong&gt;Department  Stores&lt;/strong&gt; ..... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.&lt;br /&gt;8. Men  are like .... &lt;strong&gt;Government Bonds&lt;/strong&gt;  .... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like  .... &lt;strong&gt;Mascara&lt;/strong&gt; . They usually  run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like &lt;strong&gt;Popcorn&lt;/strong&gt; .... They satisfy  you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like &lt;strong&gt;Snowstorms&lt;/strong&gt;  .... You never know when they're coming, how many inches you'll get or how long  it will last.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like ....... &lt;strong&gt;Lava Lamps&lt;/strong&gt;  .... Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like &lt;strong&gt;Parking Spots&lt;/strong&gt; All the good ones are taken,  the rest are handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8739901003081442819?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8739901003081442819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8739901003081442819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8739901003081442819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8739901003081442819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/09/man.html' title='Man'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-443429794563399380</id><published>2007-09-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:36:14.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharing'/><title type='text'>What weight us down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Real Good stuff after a long time...&lt;br /&gt;Let the one who loves never be unhappy for love even unreturned has its rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class   play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 week , the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a life time. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is to be fortified by many friendships.&lt;br /&gt;To love &amp;amp; to be loved is the greatest happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate determines who comes into our lives. The heart determines who stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-443429794563399380?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/443429794563399380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=443429794563399380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/443429794563399380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/443429794563399380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-weight-us-down.html' title='What weight us down'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3532656952996535062</id><published>2007-09-17T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:30:47.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Monkey Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A guy walks into a bar with his pet monkey. He orders a drink and while he's drinking, the monkey starts jumping all over the place. The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them, then grabs some sliced limes and eats them, then jumps up on the pool table, grabs the cue ball, sticks it in his mouth and swallows it whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy says, "No, what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table - whole!" says the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replies the patron. "He eats everything in sight, the little twerp. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finishes his drink, pays his bill, and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and he has his monkey with him. He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again. While the man is drinking, the monkey finds a cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender is disgusted. "Did you see what your monkey did now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now what?" asks the patron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he stuck a cherry up his butt, then pulled it out and ate it!" says the barkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replies the patron. "He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he ate that damn cue ball he measures everything first!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3532656952996535062?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3532656952996535062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3532656952996535062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3532656952996535062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3532656952996535062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/09/monkey-joke.html' title='The Monkey Joke'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-450076309333062484</id><published>2007-08-24T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:33:04.699-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Height Of Miscommunication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This takes place in India ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Sharma comes home one night, and his wife throws her arms around his neck: "I have great news: I'm a month overdue. I think we're going to have a baby! The doctor gave me a test today, but until we find out for sure, we can't tell anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mrs. Sharma receives a telephone call from AEC (Ahmedabad Electric Company) because the electricity bill has not been paid.&lt;br /&gt;"Am I speaking to Mrs. Sharma? "&lt;br /&gt; "Yes......speaking.."&lt;br /&gt; AEC guy,"You're a month overdue, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;"How do YOU know?" stammers the young woman.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, ma'am, it's in our files!" says the AEC guy .&lt;br /&gt;"What are you saying? It's in your files.. HOW?????"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, We have a system of finding out who's overdue."&lt;br /&gt;"GEEZ !!!!!!......... this is too much.........."&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, I am sorry, I am following orders...I have to inform you are overdue."&lt;br /&gt;"I know that. Let me talk to my husband about this tonight. He will speak to your company tomorrow. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, she tells her husband the story, and he, mad as a bull, rushes to AEC office the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on? You have it on file that my wife is a month overdue? What business is that of yours?" the husband shouts.&lt;br /&gt;"Just calm down," says the lady at the reception at AEC, "it's nothing serious. All you have to do is pay us."&lt;br /&gt;"PAY you? and if I refuse?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in that case, sir, we'd have no option but to cut yours off."&lt;br /&gt; "And what would my wife do then?" the husband asks.&lt;br /&gt; "I don't know. She'd have to use a candle, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-450076309333062484?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/450076309333062484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=450076309333062484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/450076309333062484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/450076309333062484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/height-of-miscommunication.html' title='Height Of Miscommunication'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4128053065590520869</id><published>2007-08-22T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:12:20.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Geography Of Women &amp; Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half wild, naturally beautiful with fertile soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 23 and 33, a woman is like Canada, well developed and      open to trade, especially for someone with cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 33 and 43, a woman is like India ; very hot, relaxed, and convinced of her own beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 43 and 50, a woman is like France, gently aging but      still warm and a desirable place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 51 and 59, a woman is like Great Britain, with a glorious and all conquering past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 60 and 65, a woman is like Yugoslavia, lost the war and      haunted by past mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 66 and 70 , a woman is like Russia, very wide and      borders are now unpatrolled.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;After 70, she becomes Tibet. A mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages.... only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst       for spiritual knowledge visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEOGRAPHY OF MEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Between 1 and 80, a man is like America - ruled by a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4128053065590520869?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4128053065590520869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4128053065590520869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4128053065590520869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4128053065590520869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/geography-of-women-men.html' title='Geography Of Women &amp; Men'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6068831111574840822</id><published>2007-08-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:06:47.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Is Hell Exothermic???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound"  that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, Of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic(absorbs heat)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than One of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, We can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we look at the  rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the  volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the&lt;br /&gt;temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the act that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct......leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last  night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6068831111574840822?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6068831111574840822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6068831111574840822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6068831111574840822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6068831111574840822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/is-hell-exothermic.html' title='Is Hell Exothermic???'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-328359124754406371</id><published>2007-08-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:01:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three women who were friends in high school have returned to their hometown to attend their 25th reunion and have lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their talk turns to their position in life, and it's clear that they are trying to one-up each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first woman says, "My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two weeks," and then looks at the others with a superior demeanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woman says, "Well, my husband just bought me a new  Mercedes," and looks about with considerable pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third woman says, "Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don't have much money and we don't have many material  possessions, but 13 canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on my husband's erect penis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long silence, the first woman looks shame-faced and  says, "Girls, I've got a confession to make. I was just trying  to impress you. We're not really going to the French Riviera we're going to my parent's house for two weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woman says, "Your honesty has shamed me. To be  honest, my husband didn't buy me a Mercedes -- he bought me a Taurus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," the third woman says, "I've got a confession to make. Canary number 13 has to stand on one leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-328359124754406371?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/328359124754406371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=328359124754406371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/328359124754406371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/328359124754406371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/adult-confession.html' title='Adult Confession'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6031093627282131968</id><published>2007-08-10T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:48:16.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Chinese Names To Avoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is something cute to brighten up everyone's mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;Paul Chan - Bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chang – Dirty&lt;br /&gt;Faye Chen - Dusty&lt;br /&gt;Anne Chin - Keep quiet&lt;br /&gt;Henry Mah - Hate your mum&lt;br /&gt;Jane Tan - Frying eggs&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Tan - Bird laying eggs&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Tong - Rubbish bin Hokkien&lt;br /&gt;Carl Cheng - Buttock&lt;br /&gt;Monica Cheng - Touching your buttocks&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Leow - You are dead&lt;br /&gt;Suzie Leow - Lost till death&lt;br /&gt;Lim Yew Lin - Drink urine&lt;br /&gt;Lim Teh Peng - Drink iced tea&lt;br /&gt;Danny See - Squeeze you to death&lt;br /&gt;Corrine Tai - Poor fellow&lt;br /&gt;Rosie Teng - Screws and nails&lt;br /&gt;Carmen Tng - Leg hair long&lt;br /&gt;Pete Tsai - Nose droppings Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;Connie Mah - Call your mother&lt;br /&gt;Macy Koh - Never die before&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Tan - Sell eggs&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Loong - Sell chicken cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7990854174227635038-6031093627282131968?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6031093627282131968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6031093627282131968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6031093627282131968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6031093627282131968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-chinese-names-to-avoid.html' title='Some Chinese Names To Avoid'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2732591336950436593</id><published>2007-08-10T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:43:55.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>They Walk Among Us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To  get rid of his old, still working fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a  sign on it saying: "Free to good home. You want it, you take it". For three days the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too untrusting of this deal. It looked to good to be true, so he changed the sign to read:  "Fridge for sale $50".  The next day someone stole it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . They Walk Among  Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While looking at a house, my brother asked the real estate agent which direction was north because, he explained, he didn't  want the sun waking him up every morning. She asked, "Does the sun rise in the North?" When my brother explained that the sun rises in the East, and has for sometime, she shook her head and said, "Oh, I don't keep up with that  stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . . . . . . . . They Walk Among Us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I  used to work in technical support for a 24/7 call center. One day I got a call  from an individual who asked what hours the call center was open. I told him,  "The number you dialed is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."He responded, "Is  that Eastern or Pacific time?" Wanting to end the call quickly, I said, "Uh,  Pacific."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . They Walk Among  Us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My colleague and I were eating our lunch in our cafeteria, when we overheard one of the administrative assistants talking about  the sunburn she got on her weekend drive to the shore. She drove down in a convertible, but "didn't think she'd get sunburned because the car was moving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . They Walk Among  Us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister has a lifesaving tool in her car that's designed to cut through a seat belt if she gets trapped. She keeps it in the  trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . They Walk Among Us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I  was hanging out with a friend when we saw a woman with a nose ring attached to an earring by a chain. My friend said, "Wouldn't the chain rip out every time she turned her head?" I explained that a person's nose and ear remain the same distance apart no matter which way the head is turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . .  They Walk Among Us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I couldn't find my luggage at the  airport baggage area. So I went to the lost luggage office and told the woman there that my bags never showed up. She smiled and told me not to worry  because she was a trained professional and I was in good hands. "Now," she asked  me, "has your plane arrived yet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . They Walk Among  Us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While working at a Pizza Parlor I observed a man  ordering a small pizza to go. He appeared to be alone and the cook asked him if  he would like it cut into 4 pieces or 6. He thought about it for some time  before responding. "Just cut it into 4 pieces; I don't think I'm hungry  enough to eat 6 pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . . . . . . Yep, They Walk Among Us.  They walk among us, and reproduce too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2732591336950436593?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2732591336950436593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2732591336950436593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2732591336950436593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2732591336950436593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/they-walk-among-us_10.html' title='They Walk Among Us!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4922135122765956200</id><published>2007-08-10T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:35:11.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>You're Always By My Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A man was walking across the road when he met with an accident. The impact was on his head which caused him to be in a coma for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened his eyes, his wife was by his side.  He told her (in tears), "When I was struggling with my studies in the University, I failed again and again. Sometimes I even have to re-take my papers. You were there by my side, encouraging me to go on trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She squeezed his hands as he continued, "When I went for major interviews and failed to clinch any of the jobs, you were there, cutting out the job ads for me to apply..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He added, " ...then I started working in this little firm and finally got a big contract. I blew it because of a small mistake.  But you are still there for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife was in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "I finally got a job after being laid off for quite some time.  But I never seem to be promoted and my hard work was not recognised. I remained in the same position from the day I joined the company till now. You are still beside me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife's tears trickled down as she listened to him, "And now I met with an accident and when I woke up, you are here with me. There's something I really like to say to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flung herself on the bed and hug her husband, sobbing with deep emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally her husband said,.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I think you bring me bad luck-lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4922135122765956200?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4922135122765956200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4922135122765956200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4922135122765956200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4922135122765956200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/youre-always-by-my-side.html' title='You&apos;re Always By My Side'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2467953921099725633</id><published>2007-08-07T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T03:43:25.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Onion And The Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The family is sitting at the dinner table. The son asks his father, "Dad, how many kinds of boobies are there?" The father, surprised, answers, "Well son, there's three kinds of breasts. In her twenties, a woman's breasts are like melons, round &amp; firm. In her thirties &amp;amp; forties, they are like pears, still nice, but hanging a bit. After fifty, they are like onions." "Onions?" "Yes, you see them, and they make you cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter says, "Mom, how many types of "willies" are there?" The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, "Well dear, a man goes through three phases. In his twenties, his willie is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his thirties &amp;amp; forties, it's like a birch tree, flexible but reliable. After his fifties, it is like a Christmas tree." "A Christmas tree??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes dear, dead from the root up and the balls are for decoration only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2467953921099725633?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2467953921099725633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2467953921099725633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2467953921099725633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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permission slips for husband / boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRaThw5juI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L4209Wo46T0/s1600-h/Husband_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRaThw5juI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L4209Wo46T0/s400/Husband_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094796369990356706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRZuBw5jsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/jDsPeDQY5Y0/s1600-h/Husband_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Below is the permission slip for wife / girlfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRZuRw5jtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLIo5BI3W7A/s1600-h/Wife_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRZuRw5jtI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XLIo5BI3W7A/s400/Wife_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094795730040229586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-1425017299921105200?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/1425017299921105200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=1425017299921105200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1425017299921105200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/1425017299921105200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/permission-slips.html' title='Permission Slips!!!'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRaThw5juI/AAAAAAAAAJw/L4209Wo46T0/s72-c/Husband_Night_Out_Permission_Slip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7787228334326172884</id><published>2007-08-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:32:49.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Sleep???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrREnxw5jhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9A4jUIAtA6o/s1600-h/ShowLetter.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrREnxw5jhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9A4jUIAtA6o/s320/ShowLetter.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094772528626896402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCIxw5jeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ajT0VnhxHf4/s1600-h/Pic7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCIxw5jeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ajT0VnhxHf4/s320/Pic7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094769797027696098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Contrary to the previous one (curling up), you are gentle, polite, sincere and loving. Well, nothing is perfect. Build up your self confidence and learn to accept mistakes or imperfection. Happiness will then come your way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCJBw5jfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x-Ja0JRe18E/s1600-h/Pic8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCJBw5jfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/x-Ja0JRe18E/s320/Pic8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094769801322663410" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What a liberty loving-soul! Well, this posture reveals your true identity. Comfort-lover and beauty-worshipper, you are also a real spendthrift (but luckily you earn just as much). Your other undesirable trait is that you are a bit nosy and seem to enjoy gossiping. Well, who did you mention in your tales lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCJBw5jgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7dGupH0MHGw/s1600-h/Pic9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRCJBw5jgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7dGupH0MHGw/s320/Pic9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094769801322663426" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;If you sleep face down all night, you are likely to be narrow minded. You are probably self centered and always force people to comply with your own needs. You are also likely to be reckless and desultory. Time to change your sleep posture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMBw5jbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8jtabJ7T-Og/s1600-h/Pic4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMBw5jbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8jtabJ7T-Og/s320/Pic4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094767653839015346" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You feel lonely and depressed because you are obsessed with your past failures and set backs. You are hesitant and indecisive, giving others an impression that love has been missing in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMBw5jcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mq66lPegwLE/s1600-h/Pic5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMBw5jcI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mq66lPegwLE/s320/Pic5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094767653839015362" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Selfish, jealous and vindictive are words that describe you. People around you got to be careful not to step on your toes as you are easily irritated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMRw5jdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WW-FHCGLXVQ/s1600-h/Pic6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrRAMRw5jdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/WW-FHCGLXVQ/s320/Pic6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094767658133982674" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are inclined to be fussy, always whining and complaining. Nervousness is probably your second name. You tense up easily and get overly excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;over small matters. Life isn't such a big deal. Learn to relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TBw5jVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IdGvDNpYEyc/s1600-h/Pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TBw5jVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IdGvDNpYEyc/s320/Pic1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094763376051588434" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may appear real macho in public, but deep down inside you are shy and weak. You tend to keep loads of secrets. If you encounter any problem, you will rather keep it to yourself and agonise over it than ask for help. No wonder you grimace in your sleep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TBw5jWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xqFZTr3XWsw/s1600-h/Pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TBw5jWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/xqFZTr3XWsw/s320/Pic2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094763376051588450" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're highly intelligent and enthusiastic to learn. Yet sometimes you are filled with cranky ideas which people find it hard to follow. You take good care of your family, but the problem is you hardly love anyone. A little bit choosy, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TRw5jXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qL4ByD0kP40/s1600-h/Pic3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8TRw5jXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/qL4ByD0kP40/s320/Pic3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094763380346555762" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyone who sleeps cross-legged is said to be self-obsessed and finds difficulty in accepting changes. Solitude is your priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrQ8ERw5jUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Yfgzd7E7ceQ/s1600-h/ShowLetter.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7787228334326172884?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7787228334326172884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7787228334326172884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7787228334326172884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7787228334326172884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-do-you-sleep.html' title='How Do You Sleep???'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y44ISgOTvyk/RrREnxw5jhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9A4jUIAtA6o/s72-c/ShowLetter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-52939496707967469</id><published>2007-07-27T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:25:37.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Ironies Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Men :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All men are extremely busy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Although they are so busy, they still have time for women.&lt;br /&gt;3. Although they have time for women, they don't really care for them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Although they don't really care for them, they always have one around.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although they always have one around them, they always try their luck with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Women :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most important thing for a woman is financial security.&lt;br /&gt;2. Although this is so important, they still go out and buy expensive clothes and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;3. Although they always buy expensive clothes, they never have something to wear.&lt;br /&gt;4. Although they never have something to wear, they always dress beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although they always dress beautifully, their clothes are always just "an old rag".&lt;br /&gt;6. Although their clothes are always "just an old rag", they still expect you to compliment them.&lt;br /&gt;7. Although they expect you to compliment them, when you do, they don't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wisdom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WAS MARRIED 25 YEARS, I TOOK A LOOK AT MY WIFE ONE DAY AND SAID, "HONEY, 25 YEARS AGO WE HAD A CHEAP APARTMENT, A CHEAP CAR, SLEPT ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHED A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV, BUT I GOT TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT WITH A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD BLOND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE HAVE A $2M HOME, A $245,000.00 CAR, NICE BIG BED AND 50" PLASMA SCREEN TV, BUT I'M SLEEPING WITH A 50-YEAR-OLD WOMAN. IT SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU ARE NOT HOLDING UP YOUR SIDE OF THINGS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WIFE IS A VERY REASONABLE WOMAN. SHE TOLD ME TO GO OUT &amp;amp; FIND A HOT 25-YEAR-OLD BLONDE, AND SHE WOULD MAKE SURE THAT I WOULD ONCE AGAIN BE LIVING IN A CHEAP APARTMENT, DRIVING A CHEAP CAR, SLEEPING ON A SOFA BED AND WATCHING A 10-INCH BLACK AND WHITE TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-52939496707967469?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/52939496707967469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=52939496707967469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/52939496707967469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/52939496707967469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/07/ironies-of-life.html' title='Ironies Of Life'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3559963068821814416</id><published>2007-06-25T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:57:38.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before the marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now after the marriage you can read it from bottom to the top !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3559963068821814416?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3559963068821814416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3559963068821814416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3559963068821814416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3559963068821814416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-and-after-marriage.html' title='Before and After Marriage'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7057086041255412331</id><published>2007-06-11T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T02:16:21.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Stories On Woman Car Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A traffic policeman stops a woman and asks to see her driving licence. 'Lady, it says here that you should be wearing glasses when driving.'  'Well,' replies the woman, 'I have contacts.' 'Lady, I don't care who you know, your still going to get a ticket.'&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "There's trouble with the car. It has water in the carburetor." &lt;br /&gt;Husband: "Water in the carburetor? That's ridiculous."&lt;br /&gt;Wife: "I tell you the car has water in the carburetor."&lt;br /&gt;Husband: "You don't even know what a carburetor is. Where's the car?" &lt;br /&gt;Wife: "In the swimming pool."&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Policeman: 'When I saw you coming round that bend I thought, "Forty-five at least".' &lt;br /&gt;Woman motorist: 'Well, I always look older in this hat.'&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A young lady was driving through a built-up area at about 70 mph when she noticed a motorcycle policeman on her tail. She increased her speed to  80 mph but the cop hung grimly on her tail. She put her foot down and pushed the car up to 90, drawing rapidly away from her pursuer. Suddenly she saw a  garage up ahead and with a squeal of brakes she pulled up in the forecourt and dashed into the ladies' toilet. Five minutes later she emerged to find the motor-cycle policeman waiting for her. With a sweet smile she said, 'I  bet you thought I'd never make it in time.'&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My wife had a nasty accident with the car this morning. She backed it out of the garage, completely forgetting that the night before, she had  backed it in.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Magistrate: 'But if you saw the lady driving towards you, why didn't  you give her half the road?'&lt;br /&gt;Motorist: 'I was going to, Your Honour, as soon as I could find out  which half she wanted.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7057086041255412331?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7057086041255412331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7057086041255412331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7057086041255412331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7057086041255412331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-stories-on-woman-car-drivers.html' title='A Few Stories On Woman Car Drivers'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-320141625236673524</id><published>2007-05-21T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T03:51:20.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Don't Try To Save Your Boss' Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STORY OF SINCERE SINGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story tell us not to be "too kind" to our bosses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Jaga Singh who was working for a multi-millionare as a house guard. One day, while the millionaire was driving out to catch an early morning flight to conclude a business deal, Jaga Singh ran out from the guard house and stopped the millionaire's car just right in front of the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Sir..Sir.. are you going to board a plane?" "Yes, why?" asked the millionaire. "You had better cancel the trip. You see, last night I dreamt about the plane going to crash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious over the early morning fright that Jaga Singh had given, the multimillionaire decided to cancel his trip. "You better be damn right for this is a million dollar deal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day, there were news reports that the plane which the millionaire was supposed to take had indeed crash landed. ! "Thank God I cancelled the trip,." the rich man said Realising that what Jaga Singh had said had come true, he called the Singh to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the guard was called that morning, the millionaire gave him his salary and FIRED him. WHY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brains!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no idea??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...... it is very easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still drawing a blank????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine you are the Singh and you have saved your boss's life........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK-lah, since you do not want to "use your brains" like Jaga Singh before you talk to your boss..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just scroll down for the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANSWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaga Singh was supposed to guard the house at night ...&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; to Sleep and Dream all night!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;GO BACK TO WORK!!&lt;/strong&gt; and Don't try to save your boss's life!! It's not worth!!! Always save your own ass first!!! Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-320141625236673524?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/320141625236673524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=320141625236673524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/320141625236673524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/320141625236673524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-try-to-save-your-boss-life.html' title='Don&apos;t Try To Save Your Boss&apos; Life'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-4016921330818706714</id><published>2007-05-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T10:18:29.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>Smart Ass Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER #6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     It was mealtime during a flight on QANTAS.&lt;br /&gt;     "Would you like dinner?" the flight attendant asked John, seated in front.&lt;br /&gt;     "What are my choices?" John asked.&lt;br /&gt;     "Yes or no," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER #5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant was stationed at the Virgin departure gate to check tickets. As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat, she said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER #4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at Woolworths but she couldn't find one big enough for her family.&lt;br /&gt;     She asked a packer, "Do these turkeys get any bigger?"&lt;br /&gt;     The stock boy replied, "No ma'am, they're dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER #3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The cop got out of his car and the kid he had stopped for speeding rolled down his window.&lt;br /&gt;     "I've been waiting for you all day," the cop said.&lt;br /&gt;     The kid replied, "Yeah, well I got here as fast as I could."&lt;br /&gt;     When the cop finally stopped laughing, he sent the kid on his way without a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A truck driver was driving along on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;     A sign comes up that reads, "Low Bridge Ahead."&lt;br /&gt;     Before he knows it, the bridge is right ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge. Cars are backed up for miles.&lt;br /&gt;     Finally, a police car arrives.&lt;br /&gt;     The cop gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;     The truck driver says, "No, I was delivering this bridge and ran out of gas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;SMART ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A University lecturer reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     "Now class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow. I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury, illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other excuses whatsoever!"&lt;br /&gt;     A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?"&lt;br /&gt;     The entire class is reduced to laughter and snickering.&lt;br /&gt;     When silence is restored, the teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-4016921330818706714?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/4016921330818706714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=4016921330818706714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4016921330818706714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/4016921330818706714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/smart-ass-answers.html' title='Smart Ass Answers'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8654046236384145156</id><published>2007-05-07T01:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:38:16.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Readings'/><title type='text'>Curtain Rods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://msc_y2k.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/images.jpeg" onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=94,height=117,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false"&gt;&lt;img alt="Images" title="Images" src="http://msc_y2k.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/images/images.jpeg" width="100" height="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She spent the first day packing her belongings  into boxes, crates and suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, she had the movers come and  collect her things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she sat down for the last time  at their beautiful dining room table by candlelight, put on some s soft  background music and feasted on a pound of shrimp, a jar of caviar and a  bottle of Chardonnay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she had finished, she went into each and  every room and deposited a few half-eaten shrimp shells dipped in caviar,  into the hollow of the curtain rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then cleaned up the kitchen and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the husband returned with his new  girlfriend, all was bliss for the first few days. Then slowly, the house  began to smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried everything; cleaning, mopping and  airing the place out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vents were checked for dead rodents and carpets  were steam cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air fresheners were hung everywhere.  Exterminators were brought in to set off gas canisters, during which they  had to move out for a few days, and in the end they even paid to replace  the expensive wool carpeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing worked. People stopped coming over to  visit.  Repairmen refused to work in the house. The maid  quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they could not take the stench any  longer and decided to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month later, even though they had cut their  price in half, they could not find a buyer for their stinky house. Word got out and eventually even the local realtors refused to  return their calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, they had to borrow a huge sum of money  from the bank to purchase a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex-wife called the man and asked how things  were going.  He told her the saga of the rotting house. She listened  politely and said that she missed her old home terribly, and would be willing to reduce her divorce settlement in exchange for getting the house back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing his ex-wife had no idea how bad the  smell was, he agreed on a price that was about 1/10th of what the house had been worth, but only if she were to sign the papers that very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed and within the hour his lawyers delivered the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later the man and his girlfriend stood  smiling as they watched the moving company pack everything to take to  their new home . . ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . . including the curtain rods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T  YOU????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8654046236384145156?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8654046236384145156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8654046236384145156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8654046236384145156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8654046236384145156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/curtain-rods.html' title='Curtain Rods'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-907385926051831866</id><published>2007-05-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:43:20.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don’t need a title to be a leader&lt;br /&gt;Mark Sanborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you have a giant within you, an  inbuilt leadership quality, which carries the power to influence many things around you. You can choose to use it, or loose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dream is too big for a human mind. Dare to dream, big. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of limitation is limited by your very own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need men who can dream of things that never were and ask why not&lt;br /&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t just ask why, ask  why not?And don’t just ask why not, ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An untrained mind cannot achieve much, while a trained mind can achieve anything. The key to completing anything with success is the power of your attention. The key to reaping the joy, is from your full participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek ye first the kingdom of heaven, and all else shall be added unto you.&lt;br /&gt;The Gospel according to Saint Matthew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop dwelling on ourselves, empty ourselves of what hides our true nature, to be a vehicle and channel to the deepest Self and do work for what is real or  true/for the Lord.  Going with the true nature of the flow – problems will be resolved and relationships will blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.&lt;br /&gt;William Blake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are absorbed in the pursuit of profit, we live in the narrow world of the bottom line. In that world, our neighbors are only concerned about profit. Yet all around us is a world teeming with people, animals, organisms, and elements – a deeply interconnected environment that responds to all we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love what you do and do what you don’t with love or full dedication.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute will pass ever so quickly. In each thought, movement, action, do it with all your heart. You will find everything you do, full of meaning with each dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say, “What is the sense of our small effort?” They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as ice when heated, becomes water that flows. In the same way, all of that locked up energy can be released. Poco a poco, little by little., To succeed anything, we need steady effort, one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-907385926051831866?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/907385926051831866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=907385926051831866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/907385926051831866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/907385926051831866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-7094965158576101675</id><published>2007-05-07T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:42:48.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Several men are in the locker room of a golf  club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cell phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands free speaker-function and begins to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else in the room  stops to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Honey, it's me. Are you at  the club?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I am at the mall now and found this  beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000. Is it OK if I buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN:  "Sure, go ahead if you like it that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the new 2007 models. I saw one I really  liked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "$90,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "OK, but  for that price, I want it with all the options."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "Great! Oh, and  one more thing .....the house I wanted last year is back on the market.  They're asking $950,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Well, then go ahead and give them an offer of $900,000. They will probably take it. If not, we can go the extra  50 thousand. It is really a pretty good price."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN: "OK. I'll see  you later! I love you so much!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: "Bye! I love you, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths agape.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he smiles and asks: "Anyone know who  this phone belongs to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-7094965158576101675?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/7094965158576101675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=7094965158576101675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7094965158576101675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/7094965158576101675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfect-husband.html' title='The Perfect Husband'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-8558325858946755765</id><published>2007-05-07T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:26:22.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><title type='text'>1 To 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is hilarious...even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric! Exclusively only to great Malaysian and Singaporean Chinese...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lek was asked to construct a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it in reverse. This was what he came up with... &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; day I go &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; climb up a &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; down. The man rush out and wanted to &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; with me. I run so fast until I fall &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; and throw up. So I go into &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; eleven and grab some &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; to throw at him.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; and try to stab him. &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; God he run away. So, I put the &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; back and pay for the &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; and left &lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt; eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;, tomorrow also no need to come back &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; work. He also asks me to climb a &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; and jump down. I don't  understand, I so nice &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; him but I don't know what he &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-8558325858946755765?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/8558325858946755765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=8558325858946755765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8558325858946755765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/8558325858946755765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/1-to-10.html' title='1 To 10'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-6044033681044413547</id><published>2007-05-07T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:23:05.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Readings'/><title type='text'>Confession Of A Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 1&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one. Your friend, Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 2&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you. Your friend Bobby. Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 3&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday. Bobby. Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 4&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please! Thank you, Bobby. Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write his letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR GOD, I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-6044033681044413547?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/6044033681044413547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=6044033681044413547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6044033681044413547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/6044033681044413547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/confession-of-kid.html' title='Confession Of A Kid'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-2392283096745335007</id><published>2007-05-07T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:19:51.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes Of Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as much as we see in others we have in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- William Hazlitt, English essayist and critic -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not who you are that holds you back , it's who you think you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Annoymous -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to learn to be our own best friends because we fall too easily into the trap of being our own worst enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Roderick Thorp, Rainbow Drive -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes in cans, not can'ts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Annoymous -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your future in good hands - your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Annoymous -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Annoymous -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If isinot the mountain we conquer but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Edmund Hillary, mountaineer -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence comes not from always being right but from not fearing to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Peter T. Mcintyre -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to expect things of yourself before you can do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Michael Jordan, American basketball player -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerodynamically the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumblebee doesn't know that so it goes on flying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Mary Kay Ash, writer and entrepreneur -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is a habit that can be developed by acting as if you already had the confidence you desire to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Brian Tracy, American personal development coach -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- African Proverb -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably wouldn't worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Olin Miller, writer -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver Wendell Holmes once attended a meeting in which he was the shortest man present. "Dr. Holmes," quipped a friend, "I should think you'd feel rather small among us big fellows." "I do," retorted Holmes, "I feel like a dime among a lot of pennies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Annoymous -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy who'll decide where to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Dr Seuss -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-2392283096745335007?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/2392283096745335007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=2392283096745335007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2392283096745335007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/2392283096745335007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/quotes-of-confidence.html' title='Quotes Of Confidence'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-3094881886724802782</id><published>2007-05-07T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:17:03.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Readings'/><title type='text'>Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the  hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their  family member  lay gravely ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the   doctor came in looking tired and somber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid  I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only  hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an  experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance  will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family  members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time,  someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor  quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female  brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment  turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with  the women , but some actually smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man unable  to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to  ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the  male brain so much more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor  smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just  standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains,  because they've actually been used."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-3094881886724802782?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/3094881886724802782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=3094881886724802782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3094881886724802782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/3094881886724802782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/brains.html' title='Brains'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990854174227635038.post-9017762883048745169</id><published>2007-05-07T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T01:15:51.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy Readings'/><title type='text'>Why Lawyers Should Never Ask A Witness A Question If They Aren't Prepared For The Worst Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a trial, a Southern small town prosecuting attorney called  his first witness to the stand. The witness was a grand motherly, elderly woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approached her and asked, "Mrs.Jones, do you know me?"  She responded, "Why, yes I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since  you were a young boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me.  You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate people and talk about  them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the  brains&lt;br /&gt;to realise you never will amount to anything more than a two-bit  paper pusher. Yes, I know you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lawyer was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and  asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defence attorney?"&lt;br /&gt;She again replied,  "Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster too. He's  lazy, bigtoed and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal  relationship with anyone and his law practice is one of the worst in the  entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different  women, one of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The defence attorney almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked both counsellors to approach the bench and in  a very quiet voice, said, "If either of you bastards asks her if she  knows me, I'll throw you in jail for contempt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990854174227635038-9017762883048745169?l=mscy2k2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/feeds/9017762883048745169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990854174227635038&amp;postID=9017762883048745169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9017762883048745169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990854174227635038/posts/default/9017762883048745169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mscy2k2.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-lawyers-should-never-ask-witness.html' title='Why Lawyers Should Never Ask A Witness A Question If They Aren&apos;t Prepared For The Worst Answer'/><author><name>Marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621170581882713788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/78/80/570887/30268261757382l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
