<?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-31406248</id><updated>2012-01-25T19:11:38.639+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WAP</title><subtitle type='html'>(WORK AND PLAY)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1739610831814963538</id><published>2009-07-17T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:26:52.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Economics Explained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It is June,  2009 in a little town in Northern California.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It is  raining, and the tiny town looks totally deserted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It is tough  times, everybody is in debt and everybody lives on credit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Suddenly, a  rich tourist comes to town.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He enters the  only hotel, lays a $100.00 bill on the reception counter and goes to inspect the  rooms upstairs in order to pick one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The hotel  proprietor takes the $100.00 bill and runs to pay his debt to the butcher.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Butcher  takes the $100.00 bill, and runs to pay his debt to the pig grower.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The pig  grower takes the $100.00 bill, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his  feed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The supplier  of feed store takes the $100.00 bill and runs to pay his debt to the town's  prostitute. (Who, in these hard times, gave her "services" on credit).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The hooker  runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the $100.00 bill to the hotel  proprietor for the rooms that she rented when she brought her clients there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The hotel  proprietor then lays the $100.00 bill back on the counter so that the rich  tourist will not suspect anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The rich  tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and takes his $100.00 bill,  saying that he did not like any of the rooms, and leaves town.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No one earned  anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 2pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;However, the  whole town is now without debt, and looks to the future with great  optimism.&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/31406248-1739610831814963538?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1739610831814963538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1739610831814963538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1739610831814963538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1739610831814963538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2009/07/economics-explained.html' title='Economics Explained'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5100625090335947347</id><published>2008-08-11T14:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:23:40.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Julius Caesar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Life Is 10% What You Make It And 90% How You Take It.- Julius Caesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5100625090335947347?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5100625090335947347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5100625090335947347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5100625090335947347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5100625090335947347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/08/julius-caesar.html' title='Julius Caesar'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1597697166152227208</id><published>2008-07-25T15:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:19:31.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discover the 90/10 Principle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What is this principle? 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;How? ……….By your reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You cannot control a red light. but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What happens next will be determined by how you react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why? …. Because of how you reacted in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why did you have a bad day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The answer is “D".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "Its ok honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Notice the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Because of how you REACTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle. If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off) Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the cars ruin your drive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;You are told you lost your job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take outpour frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it. The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. We all must understand and apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;It CAN change your life!!!&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/31406248-1597697166152227208?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1597697166152227208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1597697166152227208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1597697166152227208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1597697166152227208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/07/discover-9010-principle.html' title='Discover the 90/10 Principle.'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3030927799960398210</id><published>2008-06-19T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:42:06.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW JOB TITLES IN THE NEW SOUTH AFRICA in preparation for 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Murderer : Population Stabilizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Orphan : Independent Youngster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Beggar : Financial Gatherer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cleaner : Hygiene Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Rapist : Senior Practitioner in Sexual Practices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gardener : Landscape Executive and Animal Nutritionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;House Maid : Family Environs Upkeep Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Receptionist :Front Office Manager/Office Access Control Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Messenger : Business Communications Conveyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Window Cleaner : Transparent Wall Technician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Temporary Teacher :Associate Tutor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tealady : Refreshment Overseer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Garbage Collector : Public Sanitation Technician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Watchman/security : Theft Prevention and Surveillance Officer or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wealth Distribution Prevention Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Prostitute : Practical Sexual Relations Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Thief : Wealth Distribution Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Driver : Automobile Propulsion Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Maid : Domestic Operations Specialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Employee without Portfolio : Administration Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cook : Food Preparation Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do Not Forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unemployed :Township Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Gossiping :Research Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3030927799960398210?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3030927799960398210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3030927799960398210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Intelligence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;In one episode of  'Cheers', Cliff is seated at the bar describing the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Buffalo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Theory to his  buddy, Norm. I don't think I've ever heard the concept explained any better than  this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SE6g1I2zzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i2UdoLnU6Q4/s1600-h/cheers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SE6g1I2zzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i2UdoLnU6Q4/s400/cheers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210278653685124594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;'Well you see,  Norm, it's like this . . . A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the  slowest buffalo. And when the heard is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest  ones at the back that are killed first . This natural selection is good for the  herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps  improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way,  the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Now, as we  know, excessive intake of alcohol kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks  the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of  beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more  efficient machine. And that, Norm, is why you always feel smarter after a few  beers.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/31406248-7940956293489618248?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7940956293489618248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7940956293489618248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7940956293489618248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7940956293489618248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/06/buffalo-theory-of-intelligence.html' title='The Buffalo Theory of Intelligence'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SE6g1I2zzfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/i2UdoLnU6Q4/s72-c/cheers.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3152363357064434733</id><published>2008-06-10T12:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:07:08.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;1.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Showcard Gothic';color:red;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;  The sex was so good, even the neighbors had a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2.   I  don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;3.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Good  girls get fat, bad girls get eaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: times new roman;font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4.   The  more people I meet, the more I like my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Showcard Gothic';color:red;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Some  people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6.   Don't  take life too seriously, you won't get out alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7.   WANTED: Meaningful  overnight relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Showcard Gothic';color:red;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;You're  just jealous because the voices only talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9.   Beauty  is in the eye of the beer holder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;10.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;To  all you virgins - thanks for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11.   I'm  not a complete idiot, some parts are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12.   All men are idiots - I  married their king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;13.   How can I be overdrawn - I still have  cheques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Showcard Gothic;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life's  a buffet - so eat me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;15.   Out  of my mind - back in 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16.   Keep honking - I'm  reloading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;17.   Snatch a kiss, or vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;18.   I don't have to be  dead to donate my organ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;19.   Sometimes I wake up grumpy- other times I let  her sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;20.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Showcard Gothic';color:red;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;  A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Showcard Gothic;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Sex  on television can't hurt you unless you fall off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;22.   Learn from your parents' mistakes - use birth  control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Showcard Gothic';color:red;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;I'm  not as think as you drunk I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;24.   He  who laughs last thinks slowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;25.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:Showcard Gothic;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I  get enough exercise just pushing my luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:Showcard Gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:'Showcard Gothic';"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;26.   Sorry,  I don't date outside my species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;27.   OK, who stopped payment on my reality  check?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;28.   Few women admit their age; Fewer men act it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;29.   Give me  ambiguity or give me something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;30.   Make it idiot-proof and someone  will make a better idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/31406248-3152363357064434733?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3152363357064434733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3152363357064434733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3152363357064434733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3152363357064434733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8777138334251186884</id><published>2008-04-24T11:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:29.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SBBOgvSOOrI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hpjM1b56Hew/s1600-h/error2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;It is when you stop going along with the  crowd and start realizing&lt;br /&gt;that there are many things about yourself that you  didn't know and may not&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder  where you will be in a year or&lt;br /&gt;two, but then get scared because you barely  know where you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and  that, maybe, those&lt;br /&gt;friends that you thought you were so close to aren't  exactly the&lt;br /&gt;greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost  touch&lt;br /&gt;with are some of the most important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you don't  recognize is that they are realizing that too, and&lt;br /&gt;aren't really cold,  catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as&lt;br /&gt;confused as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  look at your job ... and it is not even close to what you thought&lt;br /&gt;you would  be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing&lt;br /&gt;that you are  going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opinions  have gotten stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what others are doing and find yourself  judging more than&lt;br /&gt;usual suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries  in your&lt;br /&gt;life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is &lt;br /&gt;acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the  next,&lt;br /&gt;secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life.  You feel alone&lt;br /&gt;and scared and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, change is the enemy  and you try and cling on to the past&lt;br /&gt;with dear life, but soon realize that  the past is drifting further and&lt;br /&gt;further away, and there is nothing to do but  stay where you are or&lt;br /&gt;move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get your heart broken and  wonder how someone you loved could do&lt;br /&gt;such damage to you. Or you lie in bed  and wonder why you can't meet&lt;br /&gt;anyone decent enough that you want to get to  know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you love someone but they love someone else too  and cannot&lt;br /&gt;figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't  a&lt;br /&gt;bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting wasted and acting like an idiot doesn't seem as fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk&lt;br /&gt;with your  friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to&lt;br /&gt;make a  decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life  for&lt;br /&gt;yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd &lt;br /&gt;just like to be a contender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you may not realize is that  everyone reading this relates to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in our best of times and our  worst of times, trying as hard as&lt;br /&gt;we can to figure this whole thing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: purple;"&gt;"Life is not measured by the number of  breaths we take, but by the&lt;br /&gt;moments that take our breath  away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really  amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but&lt;br /&gt;it is really sad  when the best of friends become two strangers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/31406248-8758341043242197152?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8758341043242197152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8758341043242197152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8758341043242197152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8758341043242197152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-twenty-something-they-call-it.html' title='Being Twenty-something - they call it the &quot;Quarter-life Crisis&quot;'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-2988908171166529870</id><published>2008-03-04T18:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:11:42.452+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the  table, and he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's been eating my  porridge?" he squeaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair.  He looks into his big bowl and it is also empty.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's been eating my  porridge?!?" he roars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the  kitchen and yells,"For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this  with you idiots? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke  everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy Bear  who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It was  Mummy Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and  croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table. It was Mummy Bear who put  the bloody cats out, cleaned the litter boxes, gave the cats their food, and  refilled their water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear- asses  downstairs and grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully,  because I'm going to say this once....I HAVEN'T MADE THE F***ING PORRIDGE YET  !!!!"&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/31406248-2988908171166529870?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/2988908171166529870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=2988908171166529870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2988908171166529870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2988908171166529870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2008/03/far-more-accurate-account-of-events-of.html' title='A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5543129069859850061</id><published>2007-11-14T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:37:41.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A LONG LONG TIME AGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One time, couple span jares ago, there was this one member rite. N e&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way, this oke was like one top o xse ! This bra yer had one lukka vrou too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite. Was his bullies favourite lity too. But his bullie was an operator also&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite, this bullie had 4 vrous xse ! He had one lity from each vrou too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His one vrou chune the bullie he must send this bra away for 14 years&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wise there will be speeches with him and her rite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The bully chune orite sharp. He chune this bra he mus vy way from the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porsie. But his one lity bru chune, fock dat xse, he want to vy too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this bra, his vrou and his lity bru chune kick it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they were blying in a different section and this one roti o&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gangster check this bra vrou. He chune she is lukka and he wants her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knor how these roti o's get when they see porridge stekkies. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ganster o too had nor style so he tried to hash this bras vrou man! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bra and his bru chune fock nor xse ! you karn dalla a move like dat! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you knor who we are xse ? I chop you one time ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They vied met up with one two other bras and vied to optel the Roti o's!  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They vied xse, Focked the roti o's solid ! Those roti o's nevr knew what &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit them ! These brus and their other porridge bra's hit these okes once,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they fell twice xse ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;N e way after the speeches this bra, his vrou and bru chune vy porsie !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other porridge o's were so happy that the roti okes gort focked up,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chune they must have one jol ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Big jol they had xse, fireworks burfee, chuna makaj the works xse !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that every year the okes have the same JOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;They call it Diwali xse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoPlainText" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5543129069859850061?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5543129069859850061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5543129069859850061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5543129069859850061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5543129069859850061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-time-couple-span-jares-ago-there.html' title='A LONG LONG TIME AGO'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6500452201208246461</id><published>2007-11-14T01:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:44:04.195+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY PROBLEMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear dis out   Two men met at a bus stop  downtown Durban CBD and struck&lt;br /&gt;up a rather interesting conversation. Now it  appears dat one of them&lt;br /&gt;kept complaining of family problems. Finally, the  other man said:&lt;br /&gt;"ekse larnie you chooning dis way dat way and thinking you  have family&lt;br /&gt;problems? Now take a good listen to my situation and all. A few  years&lt;br /&gt;ago, I met a young widow stekkie from chassies with a lukka grown-up &lt;br /&gt;daughter and we got buckled.&lt;br /&gt;Later on my ballie married my step  daughter. Now u see dat made my&lt;br /&gt;stepdaughter my step ma and my ballie became  my stepson. Also, my vrou&lt;br /&gt;became mother in-law of her father-in-law. "Then  the daughter of my&lt;br /&gt;vrou, my stepma, had a lighty. This boy was my half-bru  because he was&lt;br /&gt;my ballies lighty, but he was also the lighty of my vrou's  daughter&lt;br /&gt;which made him my vrou's grand-son. That made me the grandfather of  my&lt;br /&gt;half-bru. "This was nothing until my vrou and I had a lighty of our own &lt;br /&gt;too. Now the half-sister of my lighty, my stepma, is also the &lt;br /&gt;grandmother. This makes my ballie the brother-in-law of my child, whose &lt;br /&gt;stepsister is my ballie's vrou, I'm my stepma's brother-in-law, my vrou &lt;br /&gt;is her own child's aunt, my lighty is my ballies's nephew and I'm my own &lt;br /&gt;grandfather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella man what a thing and what you were chooning  again about u having&lt;br /&gt;family problems and all!" &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/31406248-6500452201208246461?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6500452201208246461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6500452201208246461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6500452201208246461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6500452201208246461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/11/family-problems.html' title='FAMILY PROBLEMS'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1641213520545186750</id><published>2007-11-01T01:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:29.391+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/Rym8-Pq-08I/AAAAAAAAAPg/aVSPZdZppMs/s1600-h/arsenal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/Rym8-Pq-08I/AAAAAAAAAPg/aVSPZdZppMs/s400/arsenal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127837428282741698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1641213520545186750?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1641213520545186750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1641213520545186750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1641213520545186750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1641213520545186750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/Rym8-Pq-08I/AAAAAAAAAPg/aVSPZdZppMs/s72-c/arsenal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3363282362192154351</id><published>2007-11-01T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:27:44.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable"  style="width: 100%; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; width: 100%;" width="100%"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're not familiar with  the work of Steven Wright, he's the famous guy who once said, "I woke up one  morning and all of my stuff had been stolen and replaced by exact duplicates!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind tends to see things a bit differently than the rest of us  mortals. Here are some of his Deep Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;01&lt;/u&gt; - I'd kill for a  Nobel Peace Prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;02&lt;/u&gt; - Borrow money from pessimists - they don't  expect it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;03&lt;/u&gt; - Half the people you know are below average. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;04&lt;/u&gt; - 99% of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;05&lt;/u&gt; - 42.7%  of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;06&lt;/u&gt; - A conscience is what  hurts when all your other parts feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;07&lt;/u&gt; - A clear  conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;08&lt;/u&gt; - If you want the  rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;09&lt;/u&gt; - All those who believe  in psychokinesis, raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10&lt;/u&gt;- The early bird may get the  worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;11&lt;/u&gt;- I almost had a  psychic girlfriend, but she left me before we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;12&lt;/u&gt;- OK, so what's  the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;13&lt;/u&gt;- How do you tell when you're out of invisible  ink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;14&lt;/u&gt;- If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously  overlooked something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15&lt;/u&gt;- Depression is merely anger without  enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16&lt;/u&gt;- When everything is coming your way, you're in the  wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17&lt;/u&gt;- Ambition is a poor excuse for not having enough sense  to be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18&lt;/u&gt;- Hard work pays off in the future, laziness pays off  now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19&lt;/u&gt;- I intend to live forever; so far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20&lt;/u&gt;-  If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her some friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;21&lt;/u&gt;-  Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22&lt;/u&gt;-  What happens if you get scared half to death twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;23&lt;/u&gt;- My mechanic  told me, "I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn  louder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;24&lt;/u&gt;- Why do psychics have to ask you for your  name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;25&lt;/u&gt;- If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you  tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;26&lt;/u&gt;- A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;27&lt;/u&gt;- Experience is something you don't get until just after you need  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;28&lt;/u&gt;- The hardness of the butter is proportional to the softness of  the bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;29&lt;/u&gt;- To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal  from many is research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;30&lt;/u&gt;- The problem with the gene pool is that  there is no lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;31&lt;/u&gt;- The sooner you fall behind, the more time  you'll have to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;32&lt;/u&gt;- The colder the x-ray table, the more of  your body is required to be on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;33&lt;/u&gt;- Everyone has a photographic  memory; some just don't have film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3363282362192154351?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3363282362192154351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3363282362192154351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3363282362192154351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3363282362192154351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-youre-not-familiar-with-work-of.html' title='Steven Wright'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1546317311944792102</id><published>2007-09-04T01:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:56:07.459+02:00</updated><title type='text'>legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;After having failed his  exam in "Logistics and Organization", a student goes and confronts his lecturer  about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Sir, do you really understand anything about the  subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: "Surely I must. Otherwise I would not be a  professor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Great, well then I would like to ask you a  question. If you can give me the correct answer, I will accept my mark as is and  go. If you however do not know the answer, I want you give me an "A" for the  exam. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Professor: "Okay,  it's a deal. So what is the question?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: "What is legal, but not  logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even  after some long and hard consideration, the professor cannot give the student an  answer, and therefore changes his exam mark into an "A", as agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the professor calls on his best student and asks him the  same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;He immediately answers: "Sir, you are 63 years old and  married to a 35 year old woman, which is legal, but not logical. Your wife has a  25 year old lover, which is logical, but not legal. The fact that you have given  your wife's lover an "A", although he really should have failed, is neither  legal, nor logical."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:blue;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/31406248-1546317311944792102?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1546317311944792102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1546317311944792102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1546317311944792102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1546317311944792102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/09/legal-but-not-logical-logical-but-not.html' title='legal, but not logical, logical, but not legal, and neither logical, nor legal'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1107782732866347395</id><published>2007-08-03T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:21:43.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mafia, Don</title><content type='html'>Mafia, Don (the dawg) Naidoo (Real name Dhanarajen) is&lt;br /&gt;dying and he called  his grandson to his bed.&lt;br /&gt;"9 boy, now I want u to listen to me nicely, ok. I want you to take&lt;br /&gt;my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;"But grandpa I really don't like guns and all; what about you leaving&lt;br /&gt;me your Rolex watch instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You listen to me nicely 9, some day you gonna be running da&lt;br /&gt;business, you gonna have a beautiful stekkie for a wife, lotsa money,&lt;br /&gt;a big posie and maybe a couple of nine boys too and some day you &lt;br /&gt;gonna come to ur posie and maybe find your stekkie in bed with&lt;br /&gt;another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'chaa gonna do eh, eh?  Point to your watch and choon da maamoo &lt;br /&gt;"HEY Maadhir - TIME'S UP?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1107782732866347395?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1107782732866347395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1107782732866347395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1107782732866347395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1107782732866347395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/08/mafia-don.html' title='Mafia, Don'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4081100161850966088</id><published>2007-07-11T10:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:30:31.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Hour Delay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="Section1" style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A mother  was working in the kitchen, listening to her five-year old son playing with his  new electric train in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;She heard the train stop and her son  saying, "All of you bastards who want off, get the hell off now, cause this is  the&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;last  stop!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And all of  you bastards who are getting on, get your low-income asses in the train, cause  we are going down the tracks."&lt;br /&gt;The horrified mother went in and told her son,  "We don't use&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that kind  of&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;language in this  house.&lt;br /&gt;Now I want you to go to your room and you are to stay there for TWO HOURS.&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you come out, you may  play with your train,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; but I want you to use nice  language."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Two hours  later, the son came out of the bedroom and resumed playing with his train. Soon  the train stopped and the mother heard her son say,&lt;br /&gt;"All passengers who are  disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with  you&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.We thank you for  travelling with us today and hope your trip was a pleasant&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then hears the little boy  continue, "For those of you just boarding, we ask you to stow all of your&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hand luggage under your  seat.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there is no smoking on the train. We hope you will have a  pleasant and relaxing journey with us today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mother began to  smile, the child added, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those of you who are piss***ed off about the TWO  HOUR delay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the bi****tc in the  kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;u3:p&gt;&lt;/u3:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;color:blue;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/31406248-4081100161850966088?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/4081100161850966088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=4081100161850966088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4081100161850966088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4081100161850966088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/07/two-hour-delay.html' title='Two Hour Delay'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7979226107628373752</id><published>2007-07-11T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:29.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RpSSVvF2siI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wx16UzvEGPg/s1600-h/fu2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RpSSVvF2siI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wx16UzvEGPg/s400/fu2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085850781324063266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7979226107628373752?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7979226107628373752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7979226107628373752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7979226107628373752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7979226107628373752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RpSSVvF2siI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wx16UzvEGPg/s72-c/fu2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8991406978522751796</id><published>2007-07-06T10:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:49:56.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Don'ts when sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of  radioactivity.  Though small, but if you wear your watch to  bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your  health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Scientists in America  have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 hours have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a higher risk of getting  breast cancer. So  go to bed without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Putting the phone  beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm  clocks, but please put the phone  as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and  television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause  disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near  you, switch it off  first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; People who sleep with make up might  have skin problems in the  long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing  and problem in perspiring. You  will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5  DON'T SLEEP WITH SOMEONES' WIFE / HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="573035007-06072007"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You may never wake up  again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8991406978522751796?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8991406978522751796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8991406978522751796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8991406978522751796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8991406978522751796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/07/five-donts-when-sleeping.html' title='Five Don&apos;ts when sleeping'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5689882646907184173</id><published>2007-06-05T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:14:50.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview on the Radio</title><content type='html'>Marine Corps General Reinwald was interviewed on the radio the other  day&lt;br /&gt;and you'll love his reply to the lady who interviewed him  concerning&lt;br /&gt;guns and children. Regardless of how you feel about gun laws  you gotta&lt;br /&gt;love this!!!! This is one of the best comeback lines of all  time. It is&lt;br /&gt;a portion of National Public Radio (NPR) interview between a  female&lt;br /&gt;broadcaster and US Marine Corps General Reinwald who was about  to&lt;br /&gt;sponsor a Boy Scout Troop visiting his military  installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE INTER&lt;st1:personname style="background-position: left bottom; background-image: url(res://ietag.dll/#34/#1001); background-repeat: repeat-x;" tabindex="0" st="on"&gt;V&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;IEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things  are you going to&lt;br /&gt;teach these young boys when they visit your  base?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL REINWALD: We're going to teach them climbing,  canoeing, archery,&lt;br /&gt;and shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE  INTER&lt;st1:personname style="background-position: left bottom; background-image: url(res://ietag.dll/#34/#1001); background-repeat: repeat-x;" tabindex="0" st="on"&gt;V&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;IEWER: Shooting! That's a bit  irresponsible, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see why,  they'll be properly supervised on the&lt;br /&gt;rifle range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE  INTER&lt;st1:personname style="background-position: left bottom; background-image: url(res://ietag.dll/#34/#1001); background-repeat: repeat-x;" tabindex="0" st="on"&gt;V&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;IEWER: Don't you admit that this is a  terribly dangerous&lt;br /&gt;activity to be teaching  children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see how. We will be teaching  them proper rifle&lt;br /&gt;discipline before they even touch a  firearm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEMALE INTER&lt;st1:personname style="background-position: left bottom; background-image: url(res://ietag.dll/#34/#1001); background-repeat: repeat-x;" tabindex="0" st="on"&gt;V&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;IEWER: But you're equipping them to  become violent killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL REINWALD: Well, Ma'am,  you're equipped to be a prostitute, but&lt;br /&gt;you're not one, are  you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio went silent and the interview  ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5689882646907184173?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5689882646907184173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5689882646907184173' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5689882646907184173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5689882646907184173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/06/interview-on-radio.html' title='Interview on the Radio'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4460606629936883507</id><published>2007-05-29T02:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T14:39:14.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit and the Lion</title><content type='html'>A rabbit was hopping through the forest when he came upon a giraffe rolling a joint The rabbit said, "giraffe, don't do drugs.  Come run with me through the forest."  the giraffe looked at the rabbit, then at the joint.&lt;br /&gt;He dropped the joint and ran off with the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;They came upon an elephant snorting cocaine.  The rabbit said, "elephant, don't do drugs. Come, run with us through the forest." the elephant looked at his razor blade and mirror,t ossed them away and began running with the rabbit and giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;The three animals then came across a lion about to shoot up.&lt;br /&gt;The rabbit said, "lion, don't do drugs.  Come, run with us through the forest."&lt;br /&gt;The lion looked at the rabbit and then at the needle.  He put down the needle and started to beat up the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, the giraffe and elephant asked, "lion, why are you doing this? He was trying to help you."&lt;br /&gt;The lion answered, "this little f***er? He makes me run around the forest like a f***ing idiot every time he's on ecstasy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-4460606629936883507?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/4460606629936883507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=4460606629936883507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4460606629936883507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4460606629936883507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/05/rabbit-and-lion.html' title='Rabbit and the Lion'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7899158690950567470</id><published>2007-05-15T04:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:13:56.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling bowling Bowling...</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys... Thanks For The Great Nite Out Bowling ,, Was Really Fun Meeting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;ZoeY And Saf, Hats Of To u Guys For Organizing It.&lt;br /&gt;Asad and Zoe, Shot for The Massages. Its Wat Kept Me Going..&lt;br /&gt;R, Saf, Zoe, Asad Thanks For The Bowling Tips...C It Paid Off..&lt;br /&gt;Waseem, Joe, Shiraz.. Was Nice Meeting U Guys for The 1st Time.&lt;br /&gt;Dew.. Its been a Lng Time, but U Havnt Changd a Bit... :)&lt;br /&gt;Laila, Next Tym Im Going To Throw The Water On u.&lt;br /&gt;Mj, MaHoezo, Phantom, Hmm... No Comment...lol.. Tops Boys..&lt;br /&gt;Mohsina.... U still fyting Wid Me??&lt;br /&gt;MaHoezo... Ur a dead Man For starting That neo Crap Again..&lt;br /&gt;Wonder If Every1 Knows Wat Mazozo Meanz...&lt;br /&gt;Shahista.. Hope u Enjoyed Ur  birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Gota do This Agian.. hint Saf/Zoe&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; Mohsina is also a gud Organizer.. My suggestion... Horse Ridding/Cnt Skate To Save My Life..&lt;br /&gt;Thankz Guys .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7899158690950567470?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7899158690950567470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7899158690950567470' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7899158690950567470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7899158690950567470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/05/bowling-bowling-bowling.html' title='Bowling bowling Bowling...'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115399407944682835</id><published>2007-05-14T03:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T16:37:13.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A HELL OF AN ANSWER</title><content type='html'>The following is an actual question given on a University of Liverpool chemistry final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues via the Internet, which is why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 that 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. 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 constant, the volume of Hell must 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 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 Sandra during my freshman year, that "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is endothermic 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 extinct ... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being - which explains why, last night, Sandra kept shouting  "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115399407944682835?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115399407944682835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115399407944682835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399407944682835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399407944682835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/hell-of-answer.html' title='A HELL OF AN ANSWER'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4631681050727283619</id><published>2007-05-08T08:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:29.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AIG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RkAdEhrtSiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/LFPrQTwkI9g/s1600-h/AlmostInGreece1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and  villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a  vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous  visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these  venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious  and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta  held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day  vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage  veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet  you and you may call me V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Mohsina has come up with her own V Tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;viola V ...verily i am verbose and find this  varied text rather vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vafrous u are rite now...venial i will not  be! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;venerous i think u r....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are u in venditation as u travel with  velociousness ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with vespoid movement i will turn u vert,  slowly u will vesuviate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't u know that i am  :  Vicereine ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;videtur, u dont! viscidly virid with viricide  am i!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;my vizard veils my vanity .....&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/31406248-3612622228875368453?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3612622228875368453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3612622228875368453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3612622228875368453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3612622228875368453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8617561096250614243</id><published>2007-04-30T03:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:14:52.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancel your credit cards before you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p&gt;This sounds like as good advice as don't rent a casket when you die. It's not  just the government... Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This  is priceless, and so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is  today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for  February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and then  added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00,  now is somewhere around $60.00. A family member placed a call to Citibank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still  apply."&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Maybe you should turn it over to collections."&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Since it is two months past due, it already has been."&lt;br /&gt;Family  Member: "So what will they do when they find out she is dead?"&lt;br /&gt;Citibank:  "Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit  bureau, maybe both!"&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Do you think God will be mad at her?"&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Excuse me?"&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Did you just get what I was  telling you - the part about her being dead?"&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Sir, you'll have to  speak to my supervisor."&lt;br /&gt;Supervisor gets on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;Family Member:  "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "The account was  never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "You  mean you want to collect from her estate?"&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Are you her lawyer?"&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "No, I'm her great nephew."&lt;br /&gt;(Lawyer info given)&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"&lt;br /&gt;Family Member:  "Sure." (fax number is given)&lt;br /&gt;After they get the fax:&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Our  system just isn't set up for death. I don't know what more I can do to help."&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just  keep billing her. I don't think she will care."&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Well, the late  fees and charges do still apply."&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Would you like her new  billing address?"&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "That might help."&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "Odessa  Memorial Cemetery, Highway 129, Plot Number 69."&lt;br /&gt;Citibank: "Sir, that's a  cemetery!"&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "What do you do with dead people on your planet?"  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;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/31406248-8617561096250614243?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8617561096250614243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8617561096250614243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8617561096250614243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8617561096250614243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/cancel-your-credit-cards-before-you-die.html' title='Cancel your credit cards before you die'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6417988812930923530</id><published>2007-04-25T09:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:15:58.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful Message by George Carlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; George Carlin is an  American comedian. He is known to be a Little foul-mouthed and it is fascinating  that after the death of his wife and 9-11 he would write the following.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        A wonderful  Message by George Carlin: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The paradox of our  time in history is that we have taller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;buildings but shorter  tempers, wider freeways, but narrower  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;viewpoints. We spend  more, but have less, we buy more, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;enjoy less. We have  bigger houses and smaller families, more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;conveniences, but less  time. We have more degrees but less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sense, more knowledge,  but less judgment, more experts, yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;more problems, more  medicine, but less wellness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We drink too much,  smoke too much, spend too recklessly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;laugh too little,  drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;late, get up too  tired, read too little, watch TV too much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and pray too seldom.   We have multiplied our possessions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but reduced our  values. We talk too much, love too seldom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;and hate too often.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We've learned how to  make a living, but not a life.  We've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;added years to life  not life to years. We've been all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;way to the moon and  back, but have trouble crossing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;street to meet a new  neighbor.  We conquered outer space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but not inner space.  We've done larger things, but not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;better things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We've cleaned up the  air, but polluted the soul.  We've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;conquered the atom,  but not our prejudice. We write more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but learn less. We  plan more, but accomplish less. We've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;learned to rush, but  not to wait. We build more computers to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hold more information,  to produce more copies than ever, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;we communicate less  and less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These are the times of  fast foods and slow digestion, big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;men and small  character, steep profits and shallow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;relationships. These  are the days of two incomes but more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;divorce, fancier  houses, but broken homes. These are days of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;quick trips,  disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;night stands,  overweight bodies, and pills that do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;everything from cheer,  to quiet, to kill. It is a time when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;there is much in the  showroom window and nothing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;stockroom. A time when  technology can bring this letter to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;you, and a time when  you can choose either to share this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;insight, or to just  hit delete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Life is not measured  by the number of breaths we take, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;by the moments that  take our breath away. &lt;/span&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/31406248-6417988812930923530?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6417988812930923530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6417988812930923530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6417988812930923530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6417988812930923530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/wonderful-message-by-george-carlin.html' title='A wonderful Message by George Carlin'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-386631525593547838</id><published>2007-04-19T02:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:34:40.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Relationships…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;In love and  life don't ever play games.  If you love someone, TELL them,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't,  TELL them. The human heart is a very complex thing in that&lt;br /&gt;it makes us do the  strangest things when it reaches a point of desperation&lt;br /&gt;especially when we  are hurting.  I'm sure many of us have reached that&lt;br /&gt;point where we find  ourselves attacking the competition "in the name of&lt;br /&gt;LOVE" even attacking the  object of your affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, relationships, whether  friendships or romance, need&lt;br /&gt;two elements to survive - COMMUNICATION and  COMPROMISE and it needs&lt;br /&gt;another two elements two fall apart - PRIDE AND  STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too proud to say I'm sorry, too proud to say I'm hurting, too  proud to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little insecure. And so stupid, stupid enough to  let them go&lt;br /&gt;because you think they will be back, stupid enough not to tell  them that&lt;br /&gt;you love them because you think they will stick around longer if  you play&lt;br /&gt;hard to get, stupid enough not to answer their calls when you have  a fight&lt;br /&gt;because you want to make them hurt and you want to teach them a  lesson&lt;br /&gt;they'll never forget.  Watch out you are not the one who learns a  lesson.&lt;br /&gt;If it's worth a great person walking out of your life, possibly for  good,&lt;br /&gt;then by all means knock yourself   out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't cry when that  person never calls again, or finds solace in&lt;br /&gt;another's arms, or throws  themselves off a twenty story building because&lt;br /&gt;the pain you were causing  them was too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry when a beautiful relationship is  broken and can't be fixed&lt;br /&gt;because YOU chose to play games instead of laying  your cards on the table&lt;br /&gt;and working it out.  Say exactly what you feel and  ask exactly what you&lt;br /&gt;want to know.  No matter how STUPID you sound.  At least  you will know&lt;br /&gt;exactly where you stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if after you've poured  your heart and it still doesn't work out,&lt;br /&gt;you will be at peace because you  know you did your best on your part.&lt;br /&gt;Your conscience will be clear and you  will move on knowing that     you&lt;br /&gt;didn't go down  without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is not  a  game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are not  pyramids; you can't go off on your own selfish trip and&lt;br /&gt;expect to find them  in the exact same spot you left them weeks ago.  If&lt;br /&gt;you don't take care of  your partners needs when they need you to,     what&lt;br /&gt;guarantee  do      you  have that somebody else  won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you find your  partner in your best friend's arms or hear they are&lt;br /&gt;getting married to  someone you thought was just a "rebound trip" after you&lt;br /&gt;let them go without  a fight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, 'cause while you were busy playing  games.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;SOMEBODY ELSE  WASN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/31406248-386631525593547838?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/386631525593547838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=386631525593547838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/386631525593547838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/386631525593547838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/relationships.html' title='Relationships…'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6785120523698650001</id><published>2007-04-18T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:29:38.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think petrol is expensive?</title><content type='html'>Diet Coke 100ml @ R2.80 = R28.00 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Lipton Ice Tea 200ml @ R3.50 = R17..50 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Amstel 750ml @ R9.50 = R12.60 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Energade 250ml @ R3.00 = R12.00 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Brake Fluid 100ml @ R6.00 = R60.00 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Vick's Nasal Sprayl 50ml @ R9.00 = R180.00 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Hugo Boss Spray 50ml @ R225.00 = R4500.00 per litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        And this is the REAL KICKER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Evian water 500ml @ R15.00 = R30.00! R30.00 for WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        So, the next time you're at the pump, be glad your car doesn't&lt;br /&gt;        run on Water, Coke, or Vick's Nasal Spray!!!&lt;br /&gt;        Just a little humour to help ease the pain of your next trip to&lt;br /&gt;        the pump...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-6785120523698650001?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6785120523698650001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6785120523698650001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6785120523698650001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6785120523698650001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-think-petrol-is-expensive.html' title='Do you think petrol is expensive?'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5968143798332454118</id><published>2007-04-11T16:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:49:50.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>International Council of Manhood</title><content type='html'>Rules of Being a Man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances: &lt;br /&gt;  (a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master. &lt;br /&gt;  (b) The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her Blouse. &lt;br /&gt;  (c) After wrecking your boss's car. &lt;br /&gt;  (d) When she is using her teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: If you've known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever unless you actually marry her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Moaning about the brand of free beer in a buddy's fridge is forbidden. However complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man. In fact, even remembering your buddy's birthday is strictly optional. At that point, you must celebrate at a strip bar of the birthday boy's choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: It is permissible to drink a fruity alcohol drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach ... and it's delivered by a topless model and only when it's free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another guy in the nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Unless you're in prison, never fight naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: If a man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both, that's just greedy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: If you compliment a guy on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another man while lifting weights: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  a) Yeah, Baby, Push it! &lt;br /&gt;  b) C'mon, give me one more! Harder! &lt;br /&gt;  c) Another set and we can hit the showers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: The girl who replies to the question "What do you want for Christmas?" with "If you loved me, you'd know what I want!" gets an Xbox. End of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Men's Gymnastics. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: We've all heard about people having guts or balls, but do you really know the difference between them? In an effort to keep you informed, the definition of each is listed below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?GUTS" is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to say, "are you still cleaning or are you flying somewhere?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BALLS" is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the arse and having the balls to say, "Roll over, fatty, you're next!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears up any confusion, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The International Council of Manhood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5968143798332454118?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5968143798332454118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5968143798332454118' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5968143798332454118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5968143798332454118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/international-council-of-manhood.html' title='International Council of Manhood'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-733081872687744649</id><published>2007-04-11T16:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T16:46:52.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Are Just Happier People</title><content type='html'>Men Are Just Happier People - What do you expect from such simple creatures?  &lt;br /&gt;Your last name stays put.  &lt;br /&gt;The garage is all yours. &lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans take care of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is just another snack.  &lt;br /&gt;You can be President. &lt;br /&gt;You can never be pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.  &lt;br /&gt;Car mechanics tell you the truth. &lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal.  &lt;br /&gt;You never have to drive to another petrol station restroom because this one is just too icky. &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. &lt;br /&gt;Same work, more pay. &lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character.  &lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress £2000. Tux hire- £100. &lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. &lt;br /&gt;The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. &lt;br /&gt;New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. &lt;br /&gt;One mood all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. &lt;br /&gt;You know stuff about tanks.  &lt;br /&gt;A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. &lt;br /&gt;You can  open all your own jars. &lt;br /&gt;You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. &lt;br /&gt;If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is £4.95 for a three-pack. &lt;br /&gt;Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. &lt;br /&gt;You almost never have strap problems in public. &lt;br /&gt;You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Everything on your face stays its original color. &lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. &lt;br /&gt;You only have to shave your face and neck. &lt;br /&gt;You can play with toys all your life. &lt;br /&gt;Your belly usually hides your big hips. &lt;br /&gt;One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.  &lt;br /&gt;You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. &lt;br /&gt;You can "do" your nails with a pocket  knife.  &lt;br /&gt;You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.. &lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-733081872687744649?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/733081872687744649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=733081872687744649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/733081872687744649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/733081872687744649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/men-are-just-happier-people.html' title='Men Are Just Happier People'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6371678545832760266</id><published>2007-04-11T03:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:42:22.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consultancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;A timeless lesson on how consultants can make a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;difference for an organization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Last week, we took some friends out to a new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;restaurant, and noticed that the waiter who took our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;order carried a spoon in his shirt pocket. It seemed a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;little strange. When the busboy brought our water and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;utensils, I  noticed he also had a spoon in his shirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;pocket. Then looked around saw that all the staff had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;spoons in their pockets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When the waiter came back to serve our soup I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;asked, "Why the spoon?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Well," he explained, "the restaurant's owners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hired Andersen  Consulting to revamp all our processes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;After several months of analysis, they concluded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that the spoon was the most frequently dropped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;utensil. It represents a drop frequency of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;approximately 3 spoons per table per hour.  If our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;personnel are better prepared, we can reduce the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;number of trips back to the kitchen and save 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;man-hours per shift." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As luck would have it, I dropped my spoon and he was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;able to replace it with his spare. "I'll get another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;spoon next time I go to the kitchen  instead of making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;an extra trip to get it right now." I was impressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I also noticed that there was a string hanging out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the waiter's  fly.  Looking around, I noticed that all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the waiters had the same string hanging from their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;flies. So before he walked off, I asked the waiter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Excuse me, but can you tell me why you have that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;string  right  there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Oh, certainly!" Then he lowered his voice. "Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;everyone is so observant. That consulting firm I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;mentioned also found out that we could save time in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the restroom. By tying this string to the tip of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                      know what, we can pull it out without touching it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;eliminate the need to wash our hands, shortening the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;time spent in the restroom by 76.39%." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"After you get it out, how do you put it back?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Well," he whispered, "don't know about the others, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I use the spoon."&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/31406248-6371678545832760266?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6371678545832760266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6371678545832760266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6371678545832760266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6371678545832760266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/consultancy.html' title='Consultancy'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4228740346934219917</id><published>2007-04-10T13:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:15:40.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DAYS IN A WEEK</title><content type='html'>"There are two days in every week about which we should not worry, two&lt;br /&gt;days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension. One of these&lt;br /&gt;days is Yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders,&lt;br /&gt;its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed forever beyond our control. All&lt;br /&gt;the money in the world cannot bring back Yesterday. We cannot undo a&lt;br /&gt;single act we performed; we cannot erase a single word we said.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The other day we should not worry about is Tomorrow, with its possible&lt;br /&gt;adversities, its burdens, its large promise, and poor performance.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise,&lt;br /&gt;either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds; but it will rise. Until it&lt;br /&gt;does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is as yet unborn. This leaves&lt;br /&gt;only one day: Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I&lt;br /&gt;add the burdens of those two awful eternities -Yesterday and Tomorrow -&lt;br /&gt;that we break down. It is not the experience of Today that drives us mad,&lt;br /&gt;it is remorse and bitterness for something which happened Yesterday and&lt;br /&gt;the dread of what Tomorrow may bring. Let us therefore, live this one full&lt;br /&gt;Today."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-4228740346934219917?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/4228740346934219917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=4228740346934219917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4228740346934219917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4228740346934219917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-days-in-week.html' title='TWO DAYS IN A WEEK'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-617574043770424801</id><published>2007-04-10T13:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:12:53.409+02:00</updated><title type='text'>True ghost story from Soweto</title><content type='html'>A man was hitch hiking on a very dark night in the middle of a storm. The night was rolling by and there was hardly a car on the road. The storm was so strong that he could hardly see his feet in front of him. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a car came towards him and stopped. Without thinking, he got in and closed the door,just to realize that there was nobody behind the steering wheel. The car moved off slowly. He looked ahead and saw a curve in the road. &lt;br /&gt;Scared, he started praying, begging for his life. He was terrified. Just before hitting the curve a hand appeared through the window and turned the steering wheel. The man, now paralysed with fear, watched how the hand kept appearing every time they got to a curve.&lt;br /&gt;Gathering all his courage, he jumped out and ran to the nearest lights he could see. Wet and in shock, he went into a shebeen and asked for Black-Label. After drinking it, he told everyone of the horrible experience he just had. Everyone was silent when they realized he was crying. &lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later, two men came walking into the shebeen and, on seeing the terrified man, the one said to the other, "Look, Mfowetu (my bra), that's the idiot that got into the car while we were pushing it".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-617574043770424801?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/617574043770424801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=617574043770424801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/617574043770424801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/617574043770424801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-ghost-story-from-soweto.html' title='True ghost story from Soweto'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3833658566621211363</id><published>2007-04-10T10:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:29.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RhtHIfUUQaI/AAAAAAAAALs/YVbijls6Ndg/s1600-h/Thank%2520You%2520Card1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RhtHIfUUQaI/AAAAAAAAALs/YVbijls6Ndg/s400/Thank%2520You%2520Card1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051709618197381538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special Thank You to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mohsina&lt;/span&gt; for The Jacket.&lt;br /&gt;It looks really nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3833658566621211363?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3833658566621211363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3833658566621211363' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3833658566621211363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3833658566621211363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You...'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RhtHIfUUQaI/AAAAAAAAALs/YVbijls6Ndg/s72-c/Thank%2520You%2520Card1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7987703667651921491</id><published>2007-03-29T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T10:06:50.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I never knew that !!!!</title><content type='html'>In the 1400's a law was set forth that a man was not allowed to beat his wife with a stick no thicker than his thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime time TV was Fred and Wilma Flintstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day more money is printed for Monopoly than the US Treasury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men can read smaller print than women can; women can hear better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of people airborne over the US any given hour: 61,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first novel ever written on a typewriter: Tom Sawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each king in a deck of playing cards represents a great king in history:-&lt;br /&gt;Spades - King David&lt;br /&gt;Hearts - Charlemagne&lt;br /&gt;Clubs -Alexander, the Great&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds - Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. &lt;br /&gt;If the horse has one front leg in the air the person died as a result of wounds received in battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you were to spell out numbers, how far would you have to go until you would find the letter "A"?&lt;br /&gt;A. One thousand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What do bullet-proof vests, fire escapes, windshield wipers, and laser printers all have in common?&lt;br /&gt;A. All invented by women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?&lt;br /&gt;A. Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes.&lt;br /&gt;When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. Hence the phrase......... "Goodnight, sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mead is a honey beer and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the honey month, which we know today as the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts... So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them, "Mind your pints and quarts, and settle down." It's where we get the phrase "mind your P's and Q's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim, or handle, of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wet your whistle" is the phrase inspired by this practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't delete this just because it looks weird. Believe it or not, you can read it..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg.&lt;br /&gt;The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey&lt;br /&gt;lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~AND FINALLY~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick their elbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7987703667651921491?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7987703667651921491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7987703667651921491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7987703667651921491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7987703667651921491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-i-never-knew-that.html' title='Well, I never knew that !!!!'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8532102055084836328</id><published>2007-03-28T14:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T14:22:20.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous quotes on Sex</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend always laughs during sex --no matter what she's reading. &lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't knock masturbation — it's sex with someone I love. &lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, grant me chastity and continence... but not yet. &lt;br /&gt;St. Augustine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy. &lt;br /&gt;Tom Clancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither. &lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand. &lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL. &lt;br /&gt;Lynn Lavner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope. &lt;br /&gt;George Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant. &lt;br /&gt;George Burns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships &lt;br /&gt;Sharon Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch. &lt;br /&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet. &lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women need a reason to have sex Men just need a place. &lt;br /&gt;Billy Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful. &lt;br /&gt;Robert De Niro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem? &lt;br /&gt;Dustin Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, I know what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked. &lt;br /&gt;Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it. &lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time. &lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family never raised me to have a vagina. &lt;br /&gt;Roseanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex. &lt;br /&gt;Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice the people who are most adamantly against abortions are people you wouldn't want to fuck in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the delights of this world man cares most for sexual intercourse, yet he has left it out of his heaven. &lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other. &lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex concentrates on what is on the outside of the individual. It's funny because I think it's better inside. &lt;br /&gt;Alex Walsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man goes on a date, he wonders if he is going to get lucky. A woman already knows. &lt;br /&gt;Frederike Ryder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8532102055084836328?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8532102055084836328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8532102055084836328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8532102055084836328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8532102055084836328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/famous-quotes-on-sex.html' title='Famous quotes on Sex'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8506046630980198053</id><published>2007-03-28T14:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:30.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RgpZPJHshgI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ni0ifgwUCNk/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RgpZPJHshgI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ni0ifgwUCNk/s400/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046944449103169026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8506046630980198053?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8506046630980198053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8506046630980198053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8506046630980198053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8506046630980198053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RgpZPJHshgI/AAAAAAAAALc/Ni0ifgwUCNk/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4811103678209157200</id><published>2007-03-26T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T16:41:33.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Zoe,Saf &amp; R</title><content type='html'>What are The 5 things ppl dont knw about me?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... really hard to say, There are alot of things ppl dont no about me. &lt;br /&gt;Well i Asked a friend (mohsina) to help me discribe my self to u guys.&lt;br /&gt;so r,zoe &amp; saf, here are somtings you guys didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here u go...&lt;br /&gt;im&lt;br /&gt;amorous,loquacious,eccentric,frivolous,free-spirit,spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;adventurous,intellectual,influential,Mystifying,Elusive,Contemporary,abstract,&lt;br /&gt;conceited(mo Thinks so, but im not)&lt;br /&gt;oh and then she added&lt;br /&gt;"a chicken , dont like quad bikes" so not true &lt;br /&gt;"loves good food and fine wine that ages like woman" lol &lt;br /&gt;"party animal" maby at times.. but i knw my limits&lt;br /&gt;"emulates qualities of a leader , def not a follower"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so finally iv keptd my promise to you all..&lt;br /&gt;well nw lets c wat zoe,r,saf and all other friends think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-4811103678209157200?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/4811103678209157200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=4811103678209157200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4811103678209157200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4811103678209157200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-by-zoesaf-r.html' title='Tagged by Zoe,Saf &amp; R'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8526285957294032603</id><published>2007-03-09T11:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:36:41.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are&lt;/strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.&lt;br /&gt;But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but love's only special when&lt;br /&gt;you give it to someone who is really worth it. So take your time and&lt;br /&gt;choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's 'perfect person.' It's about&lt;br /&gt;finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say 'I love you' if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if&lt;br /&gt;they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never&lt;br /&gt;look in the eye when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to&lt;br /&gt;a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall&lt;br /&gt;and it works both ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............MARRIED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about 'it's your fault', but 'I'm sorry.' Not 'where are you',&lt;br /&gt;but 'I'm right here.' Not 'how could you', but 'I understand.' Not 'I wish&lt;br /&gt;you were', but 'I'm thankful you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............ENGAGED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how&lt;br /&gt;good you are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............HEARTBROKEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to&lt;br /&gt;go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............NAIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too&lt;br /&gt;persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but&lt;br /&gt;it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone&lt;br /&gt;breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has&lt;br /&gt;no idea how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To My Friends Who Are............STILL HOLDING ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, only to&lt;br /&gt;find out in the end that it was never meant to be and that you have wasted&lt;br /&gt;years on someone who wasn't worth it. If he isn't worth it now he's not&lt;br /&gt;going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now Let go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature,&lt;br /&gt;never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8526285957294032603?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8526285957294032603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8526285957294032603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8526285957294032603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8526285957294032603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-my-friends.html' title='To My Friends'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8737961458134833121</id><published>2007-03-06T13:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:36:44.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Technology</title><content type='html'>After digging to a depth of 100 metres last year, Russian &lt;br /&gt;scientists found traces of copper wire dating back 1000 years, and came &lt;br /&gt;to the conclusion that their ancestors already had a telephone network &lt;br /&gt;one thousand years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to be outdone, in the weeks that followed, American &lt;br /&gt;scientists dug 200 metres and headlines in the US papers read: "US &lt;br /&gt;scientists have found traces of 2000 year old &lt;br /&gt;&gt;optical fibres, and have concluded that their ancestors already &lt;br /&gt;had advanced high-tech digital telephone 1000 years earlier than the &lt;br /&gt;Russians." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, the Indian newspapers reported the following: &lt;br /&gt;"After digging as deep as 500 metres, Indian scientists have found &lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing. They have concluded that 5000 years ago, their &lt;br /&gt;ancestors were already using wireless technology."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8737961458134833121?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8737961458134833121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8737961458134833121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8737961458134833121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8737961458134833121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/indian-technology.html' title='Indian Technology'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-4066022365970629088</id><published>2007-03-01T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:13:21.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>JoZi LULLaBy</title><content type='html'>Hush my laaitie don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna steal you a GTi,&lt;br /&gt;And if that GTi don't Torque&lt;br /&gt;Another GTi, I will stalk.&lt;br /&gt;And if the stalking don't go to well&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna steal you a Caravelle&lt;br /&gt;And if that Caravelle makes some tricks&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna jack you a VR6.&lt;br /&gt;And if that VR6 won't fly&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna knock a BM from a Sandton guy.&lt;br /&gt;And if that BM's sound is kwaai&lt;br /&gt;Da Lenz cherries will go with you to elke braai!&lt;br /&gt;And if the cops ask why ?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy will buy the docket from a Police spy!&lt;br /&gt;And if all these things still make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're not my laaitie&lt;br /&gt;..... your mom told me a lie !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-4066022365970629088?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/4066022365970629088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=4066022365970629088' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4066022365970629088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/4066022365970629088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/03/jozi-lullaby.html' title='JoZi LULLaBy'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6960977861386166691</id><published>2007-02-20T09:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:19:47.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime definitely pays!</title><content type='html'>Question:  "What is the influence of crime on the S.A. Govt?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Answer:   Crime generates millions and millions of Rand's for the S.A. Govt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here are the facts:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Example 1:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take just one million home owners in Gauteng who pay for "armed crime reaction" (not crime prevention) where private security companies react AFTER the crime has taken place - no wonder they never make any arrests!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This service costs on average R250 p.m. Therefore 1 000,000 x R240.00 X 12 months x 14% VAT, generates R403 million in tax revenue for the S.A. Govt!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Example 2:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A car thief steals a R500,000 car and receives between R10,000 and R30,000 for his deed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The car owner is paid out by insurance and then purchases another similar vehicle, on which he pays 14% VAT of approx R70,000 as a direct result of crime. Who profited the most? The thief or the S.A.Govt?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We must begin with a mechanism whereby the S.A. Govt is forced to reconsider this unconstitutional and immoral practice of profiting from crime!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All South Africans should demand that all payments related to protection of life and property should be VAT free and Tax deductible!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This principle should also apply to replacement of stolen property as well as estate duty. If a person dies as a result of crime we should also demand that estate duty not be paid. How much do you think the S.A. Govt has made out of estate duty from the murders of 1300 South African farmers?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The S.A. Govt likes to compare us to overseas. Well overseas your safety and security is covered by your income tax and is tax deductible!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is time that South Africans stood together and made the Govt and public aware of the Govt's "income" from crime. In the meantime crime is the goose that lays the golden egg&lt;br /&gt;Is it also not unreasonable to expect victims of violence and hijackings to pay their own medical costs? The Govt should pay for these expenses as well as family counselling for victims!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Come on South Africa, ask the right questions and demand the right answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-6960977861386166691?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6960977861386166691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6960977861386166691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6960977861386166691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6960977861386166691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/02/crime-definitely-pays.html' title='Crime definitely pays!'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1934680525247549416</id><published>2007-01-30T11:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:16:31.588+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Question ?</title><content type='html'>If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. &lt;br /&gt;When the clerk opened the cash drawer, he man pulled a gun and asked &lt;br /&gt;for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer...$15..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.. Can U Charge Him For This?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1934680525247549416?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1934680525247549416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1934680525247549416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1934680525247549416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1934680525247549416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/question.html' title='Question ?'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3487065543368214690</id><published>2007-01-29T12:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:57:02.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiots of 2006</title><content type='html'>Number One Idiot of 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a medical student currently doing a rotation in &lt;br /&gt;toxicology at the poison control center. Today, this &lt;br /&gt;woman called in very upset because she caught her little &lt;br /&gt;daughter eating ants. I quickly reassured her that the &lt;br /&gt;ants are not harmful and there would be no need to bring&lt;br /&gt; her daughter into the hospital. She calmed down and at &lt;br /&gt;the end of the conversation happened to mention that she &lt;br /&gt;gave her daughter some ant poison to eat in order to kill &lt;br /&gt;the ants.I told her that she better bring her daughter &lt;br /&gt;into the emergency room right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your sign, lady. Wear it with pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number  Two Idiot of 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man, wanting to rob a downtown Bank of America, walked &lt;br /&gt;into the branch and wrote, "this iz a stikkup. Put all your&lt;br /&gt;muny in this bag." While standing in line, waiting to give &lt;br /&gt;his note to the teller, he began to worry that someone had&lt;br /&gt; seen him write the note and might call the police before &lt;br /&gt;he reached the teller's window. So he left the &lt;br /&gt;Bank of America and crossed the street to the &lt;br /&gt;Wells Fa rgo Bank. After waiting a few minutes in line,&lt;br /&gt; he handed his note to the Wells Fargo teller.&lt;br /&gt;She read it and,surmising from his spelling errors that he &lt;br /&gt;wasn't the brightest light in the harbor, told him that she &lt;br /&gt;could not accept his stickup note because it was written on a &lt;br /&gt;Bank of America deposit slip and that he would either have &lt;br /&gt;to fill out a Wells Fargo deposit slip or go back to &lt;br /&gt;Bank of America. Looking somewhat defeated, the man said, &lt;br /&gt;"OK" and left. He was arrested a few minutes later, as he was &lt;br /&gt;waiting in line back at Bank of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother with this guy's sign. He probably couldn't read &lt;br /&gt;it anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number  Three  Idiot of 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motorist was unknowingly caught in an automated speed &lt;br /&gt;trap that measured his speed using radar and photographed &lt;br /&gt;his car. He later received in the mail a ticket for $40 &lt;br /&gt;and a photo of his car. Instead of payment, he sent the&lt;br /&gt; police department a photograph of $40. Several days later, &lt;br /&gt;he received a letter from the police that contained another &lt;br /&gt;picture, this time of handcuffs. He immediately mailed in &lt;br /&gt;his $40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart, but you still get a sign &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number  Four  Idiot of 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy walked into a little corner store with a shotgun &lt;br /&gt;and demanded all of the cash from the cash drawer.&lt;br /&gt; After the cashier put the cash in a bag, the robber &lt;br /&gt;saw a bottle of Scotch that hewanted behind the counter &lt;br /&gt;on the shelf. He told the cashier to put it in the bag &lt;br /&gt;as well, but the cashier refused and said,"Because I don't &lt;br /&gt;believe you are over 21." The robber said he was, but &lt;br /&gt;the clerk still refused to give it to him because she &lt;br /&gt;didn't believe him. At this point, the robber took his &lt;br /&gt;driver's license out of his wallet and gave it to the &lt;br /&gt;clerk. The clerk looked it over and agreed that the man &lt;br /&gt;was in fact over 21 and she put the Scotch in the bag. &lt;br /&gt;The robber then ran from the store with his loot. &lt;br /&gt;The cashier promptly called the police and gave the &lt;br /&gt;name and address of the robber that he got off the &lt;br /&gt;license. They arrested the robber two hours later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy definitely needs a sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot Number Five of 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of Michigan robbers entered a record shop &lt;br /&gt;nervously waving revolvers. The first one shouted, &lt;br /&gt;"Nobody move!" When his partner moved, &lt;br /&gt;the startled first bandit shot him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy doesn't even deserve a sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3487065543368214690?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3487065543368214690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3487065543368214690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3487065543368214690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3487065543368214690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/number-one-idiot-of-2006-i-am-medical.html' title='Idiots of 2006'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-8686304674015184315</id><published>2007-01-18T11:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:15:46.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GUTS OR BALLS</title><content type='html'>Guys we've all heard about having "guts" or "balls", &lt;br /&gt;but do you really know the difference between them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to keep you informed, the definition for&lt;br /&gt; each is listed below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with &lt;br /&gt;the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and &lt;br /&gt;having the guts to ask:&lt;br /&gt;"Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with &lt;br /&gt;the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on &lt;br /&gt;your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having &lt;br /&gt;the balls to say: "You're next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-8686304674015184315?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/8686304674015184315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=8686304674015184315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8686304674015184315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/8686304674015184315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/guts-or-balls.html' title='GUTS OR BALLS'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-820624368646999676</id><published>2007-01-16T11:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:21:01.252+02:00</updated><title type='text'>important Lessons</title><content type='html'>Lesson 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is &lt;br /&gt;finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The &lt;br /&gt;wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs &lt;br /&gt;downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, &lt;br /&gt;the next-door neighbour.  Before she says a word, Bob &lt;br /&gt;says, "I'll give you £800 to drop that towel."  After &lt;br /&gt;thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and &lt;br /&gt;stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob &lt;br /&gt;hands her £800 and leaves.  The woman wraps back up in &lt;br /&gt;the towel and goes back upstairs.  When she gets to &lt;br /&gt;the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It &lt;br /&gt;was Bob the next door neighbour," she replies. &lt;br /&gt;"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about &lt;br /&gt;the £800 he owes me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit &lt;br /&gt;and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in &lt;br /&gt;a position to prevent avoidable exposure. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed &lt;br /&gt;her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest &lt;br /&gt;nearly had an accident.  After controlling the car, he &lt;br /&gt;stealthily slid his hand up her leg.  The nun said, &lt;br /&gt;"Father, remember Psalm 129?"  The priest removed his &lt;br /&gt;hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up &lt;br /&gt;her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, &lt;br /&gt;remember Psalm 129?" The priest apologised "Sorry &lt;br /&gt;sister but the flesh is weak." Arriving at the &lt;br /&gt;convent, the nun went on her way. On his arrival at &lt;br /&gt;the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. &lt;br /&gt;It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find &lt;br /&gt;glory." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not well informed in your job, you might &lt;br /&gt;miss a great opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager &lt;br /&gt;are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil &lt;br /&gt;lamp.  They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie &lt;br /&gt;says, "I'll give each of you just one wish." Me first! &lt;br /&gt;Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the &lt;br /&gt;Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the &lt;br /&gt;world." Puff!  She's gone.  Me next! Me next!" says &lt;br /&gt;the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on &lt;br /&gt;the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply &lt;br /&gt;of Pina Coladas and the love of my life." Puff!  He's &lt;br /&gt;gone. "OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager. &lt;br /&gt;The manager says, "I want those two back in the office &lt;br /&gt;after lunch." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always let your boss have the first say. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I &lt;br /&gt;also sit like you and do nothing?" The eagle answered: &lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why not."  So, the rabbit sat on the ground &lt;br /&gt;below the eagle and rested.  All of a sudden, a fox &lt;br /&gt;appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting &lt;br /&gt;very, very high up. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be &lt;br /&gt;able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the &lt;br /&gt;turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."  "Well, why &lt;br /&gt;don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the &lt;br /&gt;bull.  They're packed with nutrients."  The turkey &lt;br /&gt;pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave &lt;br /&gt;him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the &lt;br /&gt;tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he &lt;br /&gt;reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth &lt;br /&gt;night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of &lt;br /&gt;the tree.  He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who &lt;br /&gt;shot him out of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BullSh!t might get you to the top, but it won't keep &lt;br /&gt;you there. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was &lt;br /&gt;so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a &lt;br /&gt;large field.  While he was lying there, a cow came by &lt;br /&gt;and dropped some dung on him.  As the frozen bird lay &lt;br /&gt;there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how &lt;br /&gt;warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! &lt;br /&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to &lt;br /&gt;sing for joy.  A passing cat heard the bird d singing &lt;br /&gt;and came to investigate.  Following the sound, the cat &lt;br /&gt;discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and &lt;br /&gt;promptly dug him out and ate him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who sh!ts on you is your enemy &lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of sh!t is your &lt;br /&gt;     friend &lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep sh!t, it's best to keep &lt;br /&gt;     your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-820624368646999676?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/820624368646999676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=820624368646999676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/820624368646999676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/820624368646999676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/important-lessons.html' title='important Lessons'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5743984859976301440</id><published>2007-01-11T16:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:31.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Funniest Jerry Seinfeld Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZGGkQiU6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YO3P5CsPI-Q/s1600-h/a36_Seinfeld1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZGGkQiU6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YO3P5CsPI-Q/s320/a36_Seinfeld1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018775913377190818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was the best man at the wedding. If I'm the best man, why is she marrying him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day always just exactly fits the newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a date really, but a job interview that lasts all night? The only difference is that in not many job interviews is there a chance you’ll wind up naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're getting old when you get that one candle on the cake. It's like, "See if you can blow this out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want the same thing from their underwear that they want from women: a little bit of support, and a little bit of freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they show you how detergents take out bloodstains, a pretty violent image there. I think if you've got a T-shirt with a bloodstain all over it, maybe laundry isn't your biggest problem.Maybe you should get rid of the body before you do the wash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the true spirit of Christmas; people being helped by people other than me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men don't think there's a lot they don't know. Women do. Women want to learn. Men think, "I know what I'm doing, just show me somebody naked." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to most studies, people's number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to a funeral, you're better off in the casket than doing the eulogy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Swiss have an interesting army. Five hundred years without a war. Pretty impressive. Also pretty lucky for them. Ever see that little Swiss Army knife they have to fight with? Not much of a weapon there. Corkscrews. Bottle openers. "Come on, buddy, let's go. You get past me, the guy in back of me, he's got a spoon. Back off. I've got the toe clippers right here." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they're killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? "Sweetheart, let's make up. Have this deceased squirrel." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a "building"? It looks like they're finished. Why isn't it a "built"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who read the tabloids deserve to be lied to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are like firemen. To men, sex is an emergency, and no matter what we're doing we can be ready in two minutes. Women, on the other hand, are like fire. They're very exciting, but the conditions have to be exactly right for it to occur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big advantage of a book is it's very easy to rewind. Close it and you're right back at the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who’s collecting unemployment insurance. This guy has never worked so hard in his life as he has to keep this thing going. He’s down there every week, waiting on the lines and getting interviewed and making up all these lies about looking for jobs. If they had any idea of the effort and energy that he is expending to avoid work, I’m sure they’d give him a raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, a lawyer is basically the person that knows the rules of the country. We're all throwing the dice, playing the game, moving our pieces around the board, but if there is a problem the lawyer is the only person who has read the inside of the top of the box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men don't care what's on TV. They only care what else is on TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind the tuxedo is the woman's point of view that men are all the same; so we might as well dress them that way. That's why a wedding is like the joining together of a beautiful, glowing bride and some guy. The tuxedo is a wedding safety device, created by women because they know that men are undependable. So in case the groom chickens out, everybody just takes one step over, and she marries the next guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents didn't want to move to Florida, but they turned sixty, and that's the law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never understand why they cook on TV. I can't smell it. Can't eat it. Can't taste it. The end of the show they hold it up to the camera, "Well, here it is. You can't have any. Thanks for watching. Goodbye." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just gave me a shower radio. Thanks a lot. Do you really want music in the shower? I guess there's no better place to dance than a slick surface next to a glass door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZGUUQiU7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wiOdBM4deJ0/s1600-h/a36_Seinfeld17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZGUUQiU7I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wiOdBM4deJ0/s320/a36_Seinfeld17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018776149600392114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the thing of it is, there's a lot of ugly people out there walking around but they don't know they're ugly because nobody actually tells them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What would the world be like if people said whatever they were thinking, all the time, whenever it came to them? How long would a blind date last? About 13 seconds, I think. "Oh, sorry, your rear end is too big." "That's ok, your breath stinks anyway. See you later." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I never get with the limo? The tinted windows. Is that so people don't see you? Yeah, what a better way not to have people notice you than taking a thirty foot Cadillac with a TV antenna and a uniformed driver. How discreet. Nobody cares who's in the limo. You see a limo go by, you know it's either some rich jerk or fifty prom kids with $1.75 each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can measure distance by time. "How far away is it?" "Oh about 20 minutes." But it doesn't work the other way. "When do you get off work?" "Around 3 miles." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there keys to a plane? Maybe that's what those delays are sometimes, when you're just sitting there at the gate. Maybe the pilot sits up there in the cockpit going, "Oh, I don't believe this. Dammit..I did it again." They tell you it's something mechanical because they don't want to come on the P.A. system, "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be delayed here on the ground for a while. I uh..Oh, God this is so embarrassing...I, I left the keys to the plane in my apartment. They're in this big ashtray by the front door. I'm sorry, I'll run back and get them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once had a leather jacket that got ruined in the rain. Why does moisture ruin leather? Aren't cows outside a lot of the time? When it's raining, do cows go up to the farmhouse, "Let us in! We're all wearing leather! Open the door! We're going to ruin the whole outfit here!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5743984859976301440?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5743984859976301440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5743984859976301440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5743984859976301440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5743984859976301440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/30-funniest-jerry-seinfeld-quotes.html' title='30 Funniest Jerry Seinfeld Quotes'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZGGkQiU6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/YO3P5CsPI-Q/s72-c/a36_Seinfeld1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1991511639345899274</id><published>2007-01-11T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:31.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Greatest Impostors in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZNekQiU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBkkT1ny00o/s1600-h/a15_eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZNekQiU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBkkT1ny00o/s320/a15_eiffel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018784022275445698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Lustig, the man who sold the Eiffel Tower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Victor Lustig (1890-1947) is held to have been &lt;br /&gt;one of the most talented confidence tricksters &lt;br /&gt;who ever lived. Lustig's first con involved selling&lt;br /&gt; a $30,000 money-printing machine that didn't worked well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1925, Lustig's master con began when he was reading a newspaper: an article discussed the problems the city was having maintaining the Eiffel Tower. So he adopted the persona of a government official, and sent six scrap metal dealers an invitation to discuss a possible business deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lustig told the group that the upkeep on the Eiffel Tower was so outrageous that the city could not maintain it any longer, and wanted to sell it for scrap. So he sold the Eiffel Tower to one of the scrap metal dealers and took a train to Vienna with the suitcase full of cash. The buyer was too humiliated to complain to the police. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Lustig convinced Al Capone to invest $40,000 in a stock deal. Lustig kept Capone's money in a safe deposit box for two months, then returned it to him, claiming that the deal had fallen through. Impressed with Lustig's integrity, Capone gave him $5,000. It was, of course, all that Lustig was after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1907, Lustig arrived to the United States and conducted a number of scams, but eventually his luck ran out: he was arrested for counterfeiting and sent to Alcatraz prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank Abagnale, catch me if you can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Frank William Abagnale, Jr. (born April 27, 1948) was an impostor for five years in the 1960s. His first con was writing checks on his own overdrawn account. Then he printed out his own, almost perfect copies of checks. He also collected over US$40,000 by printing his account number on blank bank deposit slips and added them to the stack of real blank slips in the bank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a period of two years, Abagnale masqueraded as Pan Am pilot "Frank Williams", to get free rides around the world by dead heading on scheduled airline flights. Later, he impersonated a pediatrician for 11 months in a Georgia hospital under the name "Frank Williams". He also forged a Harvard University Law diploma, passed the bar exam of Louisiana and got a job at the office of the State Attorney General of Louisiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 5 years he worked under 8 identities, though he used many more to cash checks, and passed bad checks worth over $2,5 million in 26 countries. The money was used for a lifestyle in which he dated flight attendants, ate at expensive restaurants, bought expensive clothing, and prepared for his next con. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie "Catch Me If You Can" is loosely based on his exploits. He currently runs Abagnale and Associates, a financial fraud consultancy company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Rocancourt, the french Rockefeller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Christophe Thierry Rocancourt (1967-) is an impostor and con artist who scammed affluent people by masquerading as a French member of the Rockefeller family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother worked as a prostitute and his father was an alcoholic who took Christophe to an orphanage when the boy was 5. He ran away and made his way to Paris where he pulled his first big con: faking the deed to a property he didn't own, then "selling" the property for $1,4 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making his way to the United States, Rocancourt used at least a dozen aliases. In Los Angeles, he pretended to be a movie producer, boxing champion or venture capitalist. He dropped names like "his mother" Sophia Loren or "his uncles" Oscar de la Renta and Dino de Laurentiis and was associated with various celebrities. He married Playboy model Pía Reyes; they had a son, Zeus. He lived for a time with Mickey Rourke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Canada, Rocancourt wrote an autobiography in which he ridiculed his victims. In March 2002 he was extradited to New York. He pled guilty to 3 of 11 different charges including theft, grand larceny, smuggling, bribery and perjury. He estimated that he "made" at least $40 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferdinand Demara, the Great Impostor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ferdinand Waldo Demara (1921-1982), known as "the Great Impostor", masqueraded as many people from monks to surgeons to prison wardens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined the U.S. Army in 1941 and began his new lives by borrowing the name of his army buddy Anthony Ignolia and went AWOL. He then faked his suicide and borrowed another name, Robert Linton French, and became a religiously-oriented psychologist. Both Navy and Army caught him eventually and he served 18 months in prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A string of pseudo-academic careers followed. He was, among other things, a civil engineer, a sheriff's deputy, an assistant prison warden, a doctor of applied psychology, a hospital orderly, a lawyer, a child-care expert, a Benedictine monk, a Trappist monk, an editor, a cancer researcher, and a teacher. One teaching job led to a six months in prison. He never seemed to get much monetary gain in what he was doing - just temporary respectability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His most famous exploit was to masquerade as surgeon Joseph Cyr about HMCS Cayuga, a Canadian Navy destroyer, during the Korean War. He managed to improvise successful surgeries and fend off infection with generous amounts of penicillin. This worked until the mother of the real Dr. Joseph Cyr found out and reported it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demara returned to the U.S., inspired the 1960 film "The Great Imposter", and died on 1982 as a Baptist minister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Hampton, less than Six Degrees of Separation from Sidney Poitier &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; David Hampton (1964-2003) was an African-American con artist. Unable to gain entry at Studio 54, Hampton assumed the identity of Sidney Poitier's son and was suddenly ushered in as celebrity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampton began employing the persona of "David Poitier" to cadge free meals in restaurants. He then persuaded at least a dozen people into letting him stay with them in their homes or to give him money, including Melanie Griffith, Gary Sinise, and Calvin Klein. He told some of them that he was a friend of their children, some that he had just missed his plane to Los Angeles and that all his luggage was on it, some that his belongings had been stolen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1983, Hampton was arrested and convicted for his frauds and was ordered to pay restitution of $4,490 to his various victims. His story became the inspiration for a play and later a movie, titled "Six Degrees of Separation". David Hampton died of AIDS-related complications in 2003. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milli Vanilli, the pop duo who couldn't sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Milli Vanilli was a pop vocal duo composed of Fab Morvan and Rob Pilatus that formed in Germany in the mid-1980s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milli Vanilli started to grow worldwide as of 1988 and won the Grammy Award for Best New Artist on 1990. But in the same year, during a 'live' performance recorded by MTV at the Lake Compounce theme park in Connecticut, the recording of the song "Girl You Know It's True" jammed and began to skip, resulting in one of the most embarrassing moments in popular music history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the truth was revealed: the Milli Vanilli sound was actually created by Frank Farian featuring the vocal talents of other singers, and Morvan and Pilatus did not sing at all on the records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, the Grammy Award they received was stripped from them, and at least 26 different lawsuits were filed under various U.S. consumer fraud protection laws against Pilatus, Morvan and Arista Records. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie Chadwick, the illegitimate daughter of Andrew Carnegie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cassie Chadwick (1857-1907) is the most famous name of a Canadian woman born as Elizabeth Bigley. At the age of 22 she was arrested in Woodstock, Ontario for forgery but released on grounds of insanity. In 1882 she married Wallace Springsteen in Cleveland, Ohio; her husband threw her out eleven days later when he found out about her past. In Cleveland, she married a Dr. Chadwick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1897, Cassie began her largest, most successful con game: that of establishing herself as Andrew Carnegie's daughter. She faked a promissory note of $2 million with Carnegie's signature. The information leaked to the financial markets in northern Ohio, and banks begun to offer their services. For the next eight years she used this fake background to obtain loans that eventually totaled between $10 and 20 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Carnegie was later asked about her, he denied ever knowing her: the scheme collapsed, she was arrested and the trial was a media circus. She died in jail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Baker, the Princess Caraboo from the island of Javasu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On 1817, a cobbler in England, met an apparently disoriented young woman with exotic clothes who was speaking a language no one could understand. Locals brought many foreigners who tried to find out what strange language the lady was talking, until a Portuguese sailor "translated" her story: she was Princess Caraboo from the island of Javasu in the Indian Ocean. She had been captured by pirates, then jumped overboard in the Bristol Channel and swam ashore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next ten weeks, this representative of exotic royalty was a favourite of the local dignataries. She used a bow and arrow, fenced, swam naked and prayed to God, whom she termed Allah Tallah. She acquired exotic clothing and a portrait made of her was reproduced in local newspapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the truth came out: she was actually a cobbler's daughter, Mary Baker, from Devon. She had been a servant girl in various places all over England but had not found a place to stay. She had invented a fictitious language out of imaginary and gypsy words and created an exotic character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued her role in the USA, France and Spain without the same luck. Her story was the basis of the 1994 movie "Princess Caraboo", written by John Wells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilhelm Voigt, the amusing Captain of Köpenick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wilhelm Voigt (1849-1922) was a German impostor who masqueraded as a Prussian military officer in 1906 and became famous as the Captain of Köpenick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 1906 he had purchased parts of used captain's uniforms and, once in Köpenick, he went to the local army barracks, stopped four grenadiers and a sergeant on their way back to barracks and told them to come with him. Indoctrinated to obey officers without question, they followed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the town secretary Rosenkranz and Mayor Georg Langerhans arrested for suspicions of crooked bookkeeping and confiscated 4000 marks and 70 pfennigs - with a receipt, of course. Then he commandeered two carriages and told the grenadiers to take the Mayor and the treasurer Wiltberg to Berlin to General Moltke for interrogation. He told the remaining guards to stand in their places for half an hour and then left for the train station. In the train he changed to civilian clothes and slipped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voigt was arrested and sentenced to four years in prison for forgery, impersonating an officer and wrongful imprisonment. However, much of the public opinion was on his side. German Kaiser Wilhelm II pardoned him on 1908. There are some claims that even the Kaiser had been amused by the incident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Psalmanazar, the first Formosan to visit Europe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; George Psalmanazar (1679-1763) claimed to be the first Formosan to visit Europe. He appeared in Northern Europe, around the year 1700. He looked European but claimed he came from the faraway island of Formosa, followed a foreign calendar and worshipped the Sun and the Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalmanazar published a book An Historical and Geographical Description of Formosa, an Island subject to the Emperor of Japan which revealed a number of strange habits. Formosa was a prosperous country of wealth with capital city called Xternetsa. Men walked naked except for a gold or silver plate to cover their privates. Their main food was a serpent that they hunt with branches. Formosans were polygamous and the husband had a right to eat their wives for infidelity. They executed murderers by hanging them upside down and shooting them full of arrows. Annually they sacrificed the hearts of 18,000 young boys to gods and priests ate the bodies. They also used horses and camels for mass transportation. The book also described the Formosan alphabet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was rather successful. He lectured on Formosan culture and language and pretended to translate religious literature into Formosan. The Bishop of London supported him. He spoke before the Royal Society. Eventually, he grew tired of the deception: in 1706 he confessed, first to friends and then in public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1991511639345899274?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1991511639345899274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1991511639345899274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1991511639345899274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1991511639345899274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/top-10-greatest-impostors-in-history.html' title='Top 10 Greatest Impostors in History'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RaZNekQiU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBkkT1ny00o/s72-c/a15_eiffel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7398709486651447498</id><published>2007-01-10T15:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:34:53.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle,&lt;br /&gt; when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the &lt;br /&gt;mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some&lt;br /&gt; items in front of him.  When the class began, he wordlessly&lt;br /&gt; picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and &lt;br /&gt;proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then asked the&lt;br /&gt; students if the jar was full.  They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and &lt;br /&gt;poured them into the jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  &lt;br /&gt;The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt; He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  &lt;br /&gt;They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into &lt;br /&gt;the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.  &lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar was full.  The students &lt;br /&gt;responded' with an unanimous "yes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under&lt;br /&gt;the table and poured the entire contents into the jar &lt;br /&gt;effectively filling the empty space between the sand.  &lt;br /&gt;The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided,&lt;br /&gt; "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. &lt;br /&gt; The golf balls are the important things--your family, your &lt;br /&gt;children, your health, your friends and your favourite &lt;br /&gt;passions---and if everything else was lost and only they &lt;br /&gt;remained,your life would still be full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, &lt;br /&gt;your house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else---the small stuff.  "If you put &lt;br /&gt;the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room &lt;br /&gt;for the pebbles or the golf balls.  The same goes for life.  &lt;br /&gt;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you&lt;br /&gt; will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;  Play with your children.  Take time to get medical checkups. &lt;br /&gt; Take your spouse out to dinner.  Play another 18.  There will&lt;br /&gt; always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.  Take&lt;br /&gt; care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. &lt;br /&gt; Set your priorities.  The rest is just sand." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee &lt;br /&gt;represented.  The professor smiled.  "I'm glad you asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may&lt;br /&gt; seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7398709486651447498?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7398709486651447498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7398709486651447498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7398709486651447498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7398709486651447498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7155031100777399716</id><published>2007-01-08T15:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:54:35.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This Year's Idiots Awards</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't received them yet, here are this year's&lt;br /&gt;Idiots Awards - the annual honor given to the person who &lt;br /&gt;improved the "gene pool" the most by killing themselves in &lt;br /&gt;the most extraordinarily stupid way. As always, competition &lt;br /&gt;this year has been keen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the candidates this year are . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In Detroit, a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two &lt;br /&gt;  feet of water after squeezing head first through an &lt;br /&gt;  18-inch-wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who "totally zoned &lt;br /&gt;  when he ran,"--accidentally jogged off a 100-foot-high &lt;br /&gt;  cliff on his daily run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed in Lompoc, CA, as he fell&lt;br /&gt;  face-first through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was &lt;br /&gt;  burglarising.Death was caused when the long flashlight he &lt;br /&gt;had placed in his mouth(to keep his hands free) rammed into the&lt;br /&gt;base of his skull as he hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sylvester Briddell, Jr., 26, was killed in Selbyville as he&lt;br /&gt;  won a bet with friends who said he would not put a revolver &lt;br /&gt;loaded with four bullets into his mouth and pull the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONOURABLE MENTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Paul Stiller, 47, was hospitalised in Andover township, NJ, &lt;br /&gt;and his wife Bonnie was also injured, when a quarter-stick of &lt;br /&gt;dynamite blew up in their car. While driving around 2 AM , the &lt;br /&gt;bored couple lit the dynamite and tried to toss it out the &lt;br /&gt;window to see what would happen,but apparently failed to &lt;br /&gt;notice the window was closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNNER UP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* TACOMA , WA Kerry Bingham had been drinking with &lt;br /&gt;several friends when one of them said they knew a person &lt;br /&gt;who had bungee-jumped from the Tacoma Narrows Bridge in &lt;br /&gt;the middle of traffic. The conversation grew more heated &lt;br /&gt;and at least 10 men trooped along the walkway of the bridge&lt;br /&gt; at 4:30 AM . &lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the midpoint of the bridge they discovered &lt;br /&gt;  that no one had brought a bungee rope. Bingham, who had &lt;br /&gt;continued drinking, volunteered and pointed out that a coil &lt;br /&gt;of lineman's cable lay nearby. One end of the cable was &lt;br /&gt;secured around Bingham's leg and the other end was tied to &lt;br /&gt;the bridge.His fall lasted 40 feet before the cable tightened&lt;br /&gt;and tore his foot off at the ankle. He miraculously survived&lt;br /&gt; his fall into the icy river water and was rescued by two &lt;br /&gt;nearby fishermen. &lt;br /&gt;"All I can say" said Bingham, "is that God was watching&lt;br /&gt;out for me on that night. There's just no other explanation &lt;br /&gt;for it." Bingham's foot was never located. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WINNER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Overzealous zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt &lt;br /&gt;(Paderborn, Germany) fed his constipated elephant Stefan 22 &lt;br /&gt;doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, &lt;br /&gt;figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm&lt;br /&gt;finally let it fly, and suffocated the keeper under 200 &lt;br /&gt;pounds of poop! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting &lt;br /&gt;to give th ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the &lt;br /&gt;relieved beast unloaded on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation &lt;br /&gt;knocked Mr.Riesfeldt to the ground, where he struck his &lt;br /&gt;head on a rock and lay unconscious as the elephant continued&lt;br /&gt;to evacuate his bowels on top of him" said flabbergasted &lt;br /&gt;Paderborn police detective Erik Dern. '&lt;br /&gt;With no one there to help him, he lay under all that dung &lt;br /&gt;for atleast an hour before a watchman came along, and during&lt;br /&gt; that time he suffocated. It seems to be just one of those &lt;br /&gt;freak accidents that proves that &lt;br /&gt;"Sh*t happens!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7155031100777399716?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7155031100777399716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7155031100777399716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7155031100777399716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7155031100777399716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-years-idiots-awards.html' title='This Year&apos;s Idiots Awards'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-2648400853744724467</id><published>2007-01-04T08:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T15:58:55.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>90-year-old man</title><content type='html'>A 90-year-old man was having his annual checkup. The doctor &lt;br /&gt;asked him how he was feeling. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"I've never been better," the old man replied. "I've got an &lt;br /&gt;eighteen-year-old bride who's pregnant &amp; delivered a child. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What is your opinion about that, Doc?" the old man asked. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The doctor thought for a moment, then said, &lt;br /&gt;"Well, let me tell you a story. &lt;br /&gt;I know a guy who is a hunter. He never misses a season for &lt;br /&gt;hunting.But, one day he's in a bit of a hurry and he &lt;br /&gt;accidentally grabs his umbrella instead of his gun. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor continued, "So he's walking in the woods near &lt;br /&gt;a creek, and suddenly he spots a lion in some brush in front &lt;br /&gt;of him. He raises up his umbrella, points it at the lion and &lt;br /&gt;squeezes the handle. &lt;br /&gt;BAM! The lion drops dead in front of him." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"That's impossible!" said the old man in disbelief. Someone &lt;br /&gt;else must have shot that lion." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"Exactly"... Said the Doc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-2648400853744724467?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/2648400853744724467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=2648400853744724467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2648400853744724467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2648400853744724467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2007/01/90-year-old-man.html' title='90-year-old man'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3789398263563765492</id><published>2006-12-11T14:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:21:50.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Wishes For 2007</title><content type='html'>May your good health be confirmed by your dentist, gastro-endocrinologist,&lt;br /&gt;urologist, gynaecologist, psychologist, optician, fortune-teller, &lt;br /&gt;and may your physiotherapist, chiropractor, therapist, &lt;br /&gt;Witch-doctor and your slimming clinic tell you &lt;br /&gt;that you don't have to come anymore. &lt;br /&gt;May your doctor know where to start&lt;br /&gt;and may your masseuse know where to stop. &lt;br /&gt;May your salary, your housing subsidy, &lt;br /&gt;the contents of your house and all your shares increase in value, &lt;br /&gt;and may your blood pressure, weight, house loan, &lt;br /&gt;tax and cholesterol all decrease. &lt;br /&gt;May all your friends remember you and &lt;br /&gt;may the taxman forget you exist. &lt;br /&gt;May hijackers, car thieves and rapists overlook you and may your&lt;br /&gt;loved ones always see you. &lt;br /&gt;May your walls be too high for the neighbourhood's thieves &lt;br /&gt;but low enough for you to hop over when you have forgotten your keys. &lt;br /&gt;May you have an honest government &lt;br /&gt;and a dishonest beauty therapist. &lt;br /&gt;May you have an intelligent President &lt;br /&gt;and a fool for a TV license checker. &lt;br /&gt;Lastly may the brewery never close their doors&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy NEW &lt;br /&gt;YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3789398263563765492?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3789398263563765492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3789398263563765492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3789398263563765492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3789398263563765492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-wishes-for-2007.html' title='Best Wishes For 2007'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-305358733993121987</id><published>2006-12-07T16:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:22:58.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER TO TRUWORTHS</title><content type='html'>The ffg is an actual letter writen to TRUWORTHS by a customer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir/Madam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby wish to acknowledge receipt of your letter dated 1 May in which for the third time, you request that I pay the monies owed to you.  I first want you to know that by no means do I dispute my debt to your company and reconfirm my intend to make good on the debt as soon as possible.  It is not as if I have been unwilling – in fact I have just been unable to pay you at the rate I would have liked to, due to the personal circumstances elaborated upon herein-under. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, on a point of correction, allow me to bring to your attention the fact that my details are recorded incorrectly on your database.  You have incorrectly addressed me as Ms, whereas I am Mr.  I cannot recall having had a sex-change operation, neither do I plan to.  Although I can understand why you would make a mistake of that nature, simply because the perfume I bought was a ladies’ Issey Miyake, does not justify you referring to me as a woman.  If you can make a mistake of that nature, Lord knows whether the amount alleged to be owed is not inflated.  To that effect, please send me a detailed statement indicated all the cost included and the justification for the so-called interest and administration fees.  To my knowledge, I have not borrowed money from you to be charged interest, neither do I expect you to administer my account as I know that I owe you R670.00 for the perfume I bought for my girlfriend.  In any case, our relationship is not as great as it used to be and should it completely break down, I will forward you her details as she is the one enjoying the product derived from your store.   Furthermore, it was not my intention to spend such a lot of money for a 50ml bottle of perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the reason for my correspondence is this - I wish to bring to your attention that you are not the only one I owe money to.  I have many more creditors, quite as honourable as you and to whom I even owe many more thousands of rand than the lousy R670.00 owed to you, and whom I wish to reimburse too. That is why, each month, I throw all the names of my creditors into a hat and randomly draw the names of two creditors, whom I hasten to pay immediately.  I hope that your name will come out in the next draw at the end of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS: I regret to inform you that given the cheeky and impolite tone of your last letter, you will not be taking part in the next three draws&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-305358733993121987?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/305358733993121987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=305358733993121987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/305358733993121987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/305358733993121987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/12/letter-to-truworths.html' title='LETTER TO TRUWORTHS'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6321039105012505819</id><published>2006-12-05T09:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:32.855+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Trip Home</title><content type='html'>THE LEGENDARY POLO 1.9 TDI&lt;br /&gt;27 April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUcXVlD_VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgCbjqGEqgU/s1600-h/Image(737).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUcXVlD_VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgCbjqGEqgU/s320/Image(737).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004937748147338578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUdEVlD_WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/akKQWu8kI8A/s1600-h/Image(738).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUdEVlD_WI/AAAAAAAAAAU/akKQWu8kI8A/s320/Image(738).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004938521241451874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 December 2006 &lt;br /&gt;The REDESIGNED POLO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUdc1lD_XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PJfnizVPqP0/s1600-h/04122006049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUdc1lD_XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PJfnizVPqP0/s320/04122006049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004938942148246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUeGllD_YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N9Fnw8WGCFA/s1600-h/04122006058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUeGllD_YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N9Fnw8WGCFA/s320/04122006058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004939659407785346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUeb1lD_ZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5aGHaiM4HTA/s1600-h/04122006041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUfj1lD_cI/AAAAAAAAABE/XVICGnzHH34/s320/04122006056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004941261430586818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-6321039105012505819?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6321039105012505819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6321039105012505819' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6321039105012505819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6321039105012505819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-trip-home.html' title='The Long Trip Home'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RXUcXVlD_VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lgCbjqGEqgU/s72-c/Image(737).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7810548242225565764</id><published>2006-11-28T10:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:36:09.585+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7810548242225565764?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7810548242225565764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7810548242225565764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7810548242225565764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7810548242225565764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote_28.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1599115400319246136</id><published>2006-11-20T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:02:46.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The finger...</title><content type='html'>Giving the Finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating&lt;br /&gt;victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of&lt;br /&gt;all captured English soldiers. &lt;br /&gt;Without the middle finger it would be impossible to&lt;br /&gt;draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be&lt;br /&gt;incapable of fighting in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This famous weapon was made of the native English Yew tree,&lt;br /&gt;and the act of drawing the longbow was known as &lt;br /&gt;"plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major &lt;br /&gt;upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers&lt;br /&gt;at the defeated French, saying, "See, we can still pluck yew! &lt;br /&gt;"PLUCK YEW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult &lt;br /&gt;consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a &lt;br /&gt;labiodental fricative 'F', and thus the words often used in&lt;br /&gt;conjunction with the one-finger-salute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used &lt;br /&gt;with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as &lt;br /&gt;"giving the bird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought you knew everything !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1599115400319246136?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1599115400319246136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1599115400319246136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1599115400319246136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1599115400319246136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/finger.html' title='The finger...'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-2710027466191310058</id><published>2006-11-17T15:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:10:31.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>These are our rules!</title><content type='html'>Please note.. these are all numbered "1"&lt;br /&gt;ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;   You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;   We need it up, you need it down.&lt;br /&gt;   You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon&lt;br /&gt;   or the changing of the tides.&lt;br /&gt;   Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport.&lt;br /&gt;   And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want&lt;br /&gt;   Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;   Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;   Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;   Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;   Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. &lt;br /&gt;   That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem.&lt;br /&gt;   See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;   In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't Expect &lt;br /&gt;   us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.&lt;br /&gt;   Don't ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the &lt;br /&gt;   ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the  other one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something&lt;br /&gt;   Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.&lt;br /&gt;   If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.&lt;br /&gt;   Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. &lt;br /&gt;   We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;   We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;   We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you &lt;br /&gt;   don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine....Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to &lt;br /&gt;   discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,&lt;br /&gt;   or golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape.  Round IS a shape!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-2710027466191310058?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/2710027466191310058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=2710027466191310058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2710027466191310058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2710027466191310058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-are-our-rules.html' title='These are our rules!'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-565575451142274491</id><published>2006-11-17T03:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T16:47:34.634+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in the IT industry:</title><content type='html'>1.We work  weird (night)  shifts...&lt;br /&gt;       Like prostitutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.      They pay you to make the client happy...&lt;br /&gt;     Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.      The client pays a lot of money, but your employer keeps almost&lt;br /&gt;       every penny...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.      You are rewarded for fulfilling the client's dreams...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.      Your friends fall apart and you end up hanging out with people&lt;br /&gt;in the same profession as you...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      When you have to meet the client you always have to be&lt;br /&gt;       perfectly groomed...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.      But when you go back home it seems like you are coming back from&lt;br /&gt;       hell...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.      The client always wants to pay less but expects incredible&lt;br /&gt;       things from you...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.      When people ask you about your job, you have difficulties to&lt;br /&gt;       explain it...&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.     Everyday when you wake up, you say: "I'm not going to spent the&lt;br /&gt;       rest of my life doing this."&lt;br /&gt;       Like a prostitute  ........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-565575451142274491?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/565575451142274491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=565575451142274491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/565575451142274491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/565575451142274491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/working-in-it-industry-1.html' title='Working in the IT industry:'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-3094803084544332198</id><published>2006-11-13T17:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:01:33.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kulula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RX1VqAlhHYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e5JDRp07XWA/s1600-h/kulula2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RX1VqAlhHYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e5JDRp07XWA/s320/kulula2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007252540906085762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulula is an Airline with head office situated in Johannesburg.&lt;br /&gt;Kulula airline attendants make an effort to make the in-flight "safety&lt;br /&gt;lecture" and announcements a bit more entertaining.  Here are some real &lt;br /&gt;examples that have been heard or reported:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Kulula flight, (there is no assigned seating, you just sit&lt;br /&gt;where you want) passengers were apparently having a hard time choosing,&lt;br /&gt;when a flight attendant announced, "People, people we're not picking out &lt;br /&gt;furniture here, find a seat and get in it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another flight with a very "senior" flight attendant crew, the&lt;br /&gt;pilot said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached cruising altitude and &lt;br /&gt;will be turning down the cabin lights.  This is for your comfort and to&lt;br /&gt;enhance the appearance of your flight attendants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ----o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On landing, the stewardess said, "Please be sure to take all of &lt;br /&gt;your belongings.  If you're going to leave anything, please make sure it's&lt;br /&gt;something we'd like to have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ----o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There may be 50 ways to leave your lover, but there are only 4&lt;br /&gt;ways out of this airplane." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for flying Kulula.  We hope you enjoyed giving us&lt;br /&gt;the business as much as we enjoyed taking you for a ride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -------o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane landed and was coming to a stop at Durban Airport, a &lt;br /&gt;lone voice came over the loudspeaker: "Whoa, big fella.  WHOA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -----o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a particularly rough landing during thunderstorms in the&lt;br /&gt;Karoo, a flight attendant on a flight announced, "Please take care when &lt;br /&gt;opening the overhead compartments because, after a landing like that,&lt;br /&gt;sure as hell everything has shifted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From a Kulula employee: "Welcome aboard Kulula 245 to Calgary.&lt;br /&gt;To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull &lt;br /&gt;tight.  It works just like every other seat belt; and, if you don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure, masks will &lt;br /&gt;descend from the ceiling.  Stop screaming, grab the mask, and pull it over&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;face.  If you have a small child travelling with you, secure your mask&lt;br /&gt;before assisting with theirs.  If you are travelling with more than one &lt;br /&gt;small child, pick your favourite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather at our destination is 50 degrees with some broken clouds,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll try to have them fixed before we arrive.  Thank you, and&lt;br /&gt;remember, nobody loves you, or your money, more than Kulula Airlines." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ----o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your seat cushions can be used for flotation; and in the event&lt;br /&gt;of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with&lt;br /&gt;our compliments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your&lt;br /&gt;belongings.&lt;br /&gt;Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight&lt;br /&gt;attendants..  Please do not leave children or spouses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -------o0o--- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the pilot during his welcome message: "Kulula Airlines&lt;br /&gt;is pleased to announce that we have some of the best flight attendants in&lt;br /&gt;the industry.  Unfortunately, none of them are on this flight!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---------o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard on Kulula 255 just after a very hard landing in Cape Town:&lt;br /&gt;The flight attendant came on the intercom and said, "That was quite a bump,&lt;br /&gt;and I know what y'all are thinking.  I'm here to tell you it wasn't the &lt;br /&gt;airline's fault, it wasn't the pilot's fault, it wasn't the flight&lt;br /&gt;attendant's fault, it was the asphalt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ----------o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overheard on an Kulula flight into Cape Town , on a particularly&lt;br /&gt;windy and bumpy day: During the final approach, the Captain was really&lt;br /&gt;having to fight it.  After an extremely hard landing, the Flight&lt;br /&gt;Attendant said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Mother City.  Please &lt;br /&gt;remain&lt;br /&gt;in your seats with your seat belts fastened while the Captain taxis what's&lt;br /&gt;left of our airplane to the gate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ----------o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flight attendant's comment on a less than perfect &lt;br /&gt;landing: "We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An airline pilot wrote that on this particular flight he had&lt;br /&gt;hammered his ship into the runway really hard.  The airline had a policy &lt;br /&gt;which required the first officer to stand at the door while the&lt;br /&gt;Passengers exited, smile, and give them a "Thanks for flying our airline.&lt;br /&gt;He said&lt;br /&gt;that, in light of his bad landing, he had a hard time looking the &lt;br /&gt;passengers in the eye, thinking that someone would have a smart comment.&lt;br /&gt;Finally everyone had gotten off except for a little old lady walking&lt;br /&gt;with a cane.  She said, "Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?" "Why, &lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am," said the pilot.  "What is it?" The little old lady said, "Did we&lt;br /&gt;land, or were we shot down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real crusher of a landing in Johannesburg, the attendant &lt;br /&gt;came on with, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please remain in your seats until&lt;br /&gt;Captain Crash and the Crew have brought the aircraft to a screeching&lt;br /&gt;halt against the gate.  And, once the tire smoke has cleared and the &lt;br /&gt;warning&lt;br /&gt;bells are silenced, we will open the door and you can pick your way&lt;br /&gt;through the wreckage to the terminal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a flight attendant's arrival announcement: "We'd like to &lt;br /&gt;thank you folks for flying with us today.  And, the next time you get&lt;br /&gt;the insane urge to go blasting through the skies in a pressurized metal&lt;br /&gt;tube, we hope you'll think of Kulula Airways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o--- &lt;br /&gt;Heard on a Kulula flight.  "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to&lt;br /&gt;smoke, the smoking section on this airplane is on the wing.  If you can&lt;br /&gt;light 'em, you can smoke 'em."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ---o0o---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plane was taking off from  Durban Airport.  After it reached a &lt;br /&gt;comfortable cruising altitude, the captain made an announcement over the&lt;br /&gt;intercom, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Flight Number 293, non-stop from Durban to Cape Town , The &lt;br /&gt;weather&lt;br /&gt;ahead is good and, therefore, we should have a smooth and uneventful&lt;br /&gt;flight.&lt;br /&gt;Now sit back and relax...  OH, MY GOSH!" Silence followed, and after a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes, the captain came back on The intercom and said, "Ladies and &lt;br /&gt;Gentlemen, I am so sorry if I scared you earlier.  While I was talking&lt;br /&gt;to you, the flight attendant accidentally spilled a cup of hot coffee in my&lt;br /&gt;lap.  You should see the front of my pants!" A passenger then yelled, &lt;br /&gt;"That's nothing.  You should see the back of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-3094803084544332198?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/3094803084544332198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=3094803084544332198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3094803084544332198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/3094803084544332198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/12/kulula.html' title='Kulula'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/RX1VqAlhHYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/e5JDRp07XWA/s72-c/kulula2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-62170149033075658</id><published>2006-11-09T14:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:56:40.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 6 BEST SMART ASS ANSWERS OF 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mealtime during a flight on Hooters Airline.&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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flight attendant was stationed at the departure gate to check tickets.&lt;br /&gt;As a man approached, she extended her hand for the ticket and he&lt;br /&gt;opened his trench coat and flashed her. Without missing a beat, she&lt;br /&gt;said, "Sir, I need to see your ticket not your stub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady was picking through the frozen turkeys at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;but she couldn't find one big enough for her family.&lt;br /&gt;She asked a stock boy, "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;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop got out of his car and the kid who was stopped for speeding&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;without a ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A truck driver was driving along on the f reeway. A sign comes up that&lt;br /&gt;reads, " Low Bridge Ahead." Before he knows it, the bridge is right&lt;br /&gt;ahead of him and he gets stuck under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Cars are backed up for miles. Finally, a police car comes up. The cop&lt;br /&gt;gets out of his car and walks to the truck driver, puts his hands on&lt;br /&gt;his hips and says, "Got stuck, huh?" The truck driver says, "No, I was&lt;br /&gt;delivering this bridge and ran out of gas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART ASS ANSWER OF THE YEAR 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A college teacher reminds her class of tomorrow's final exam. "Now&lt;br /&gt;class, I won't tolerate any excuses for you not being here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I might consider a nuclear attack or a serious personal injury,&lt;br /&gt;illness, or a death in your immediate family, but that's it, no other&lt;br /&gt;excuses whatsoever!" A smart-ass guy in the back of the room raised&lt;br /&gt;his hand and asked, "What would you say if tomorrow I said I was&lt;br /&gt;suffering from complete and utter sexual exhaustion?" The entire class&lt;br /&gt;is reduced to laughter and snickering. When silence is restored, the&lt;br /&gt;teacher smiles knowingly at the student, shakes her head and sweetly&lt;br /&gt;says, "Well, I guess you'd have to write the exam with your other hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-62170149033075658?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/62170149033075658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=62170149033075658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/62170149033075658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/62170149033075658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-best-smart-ass-answers-of-2006.html' title='THE 6 BEST SMART ASS ANSWERS OF 2006'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5229732761459773205</id><published>2006-11-06T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:58:27.315+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein's Riddle!</title><content type='html'>There are 5 houses in 5 different colors. In each house lives a person with a different nationality. The 5 owners drink a certain type of beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar, and keep a certain pet. No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar, or drink the same beverage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is: Who owns the fish? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brit lives in the red house. &lt;br /&gt;The Swede keeps dogs as pets. &lt;br /&gt;The Dane drinks tea. &lt;br /&gt;The green house is on the left of the white house. &lt;br /&gt;The green homeowner drinks coffee. &lt;br /&gt;The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds. &lt;br /&gt;The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill. &lt;br /&gt;The man living in the center house drinks milk. &lt;br /&gt;The Norwegian lives in the first house. &lt;br /&gt;The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats. &lt;br /&gt;The man who keeps the horse lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill. &lt;br /&gt;The owner who smokes Bluemaster drinks beer. &lt;br /&gt;The German smokes prince. &lt;br /&gt;The Norwegian lives next to the blue house. &lt;br /&gt;The man who smokes Blend has a neighbor who drinks water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein wrote this riddle early during the 19th century. He said 98% of the world could not solve it. Its not hard, you just need to pay attention and be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5229732761459773205?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5229732761459773205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5229732761459773205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5229732761459773205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5229732761459773205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/einsteins-riddle.html' title='Einstein&apos;s Riddle!'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-167707793272801829</id><published>2006-11-06T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:00:29.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>"War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-167707793272801829?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/167707793272801829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=167707793272801829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/167707793272801829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/167707793272801829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-1594424535629656134</id><published>2006-11-02T16:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:14:47.188+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"</title><content type='html'>Here's a prime example of "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"&lt;br /&gt;offered by an English professor from the   University  of  Colorado&lt;br /&gt;for an actual class assignment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with  a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person&lt;br /&gt;will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a&lt;br /&gt;short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send&lt;br /&gt;another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then&lt;br /&gt;add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending&lt;br /&gt;another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph,&lt;br /&gt;and so on back-and-forth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the&lt;br /&gt;story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the&lt;br /&gt;e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e - mail.&lt;br /&gt;The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been&lt;br /&gt;reached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following was actually turned in by two of his English students:&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and Gary.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE STORY: (first paragraph by Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The&lt;br /&gt;chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now&lt;br /&gt;reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he&lt;br /&gt;liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind&lt;br /&gt;off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about&lt;br /&gt;him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of&lt;br /&gt;the question.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(second paragraph by   Gary  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron&lt;br /&gt;now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about&lt;br /&gt;than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with&lt;br /&gt;whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "&lt;br /&gt;A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he said into his transgalactic&lt;br /&gt;communicator. " Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so&lt;br /&gt;far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam flashed out&lt;br /&gt;of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt&lt;br /&gt;from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across&lt;br /&gt;the cockpit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt&lt;br /&gt;one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who&lt;br /&gt;had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its&lt;br /&gt;pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.&lt;br /&gt;"Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"&lt;br /&gt;Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously&lt;br /&gt;excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her&lt;br /&gt;youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no&lt;br /&gt;newspaper to read, no television to distract her from her sense of&lt;br /&gt;innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one&lt;br /&gt;lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(  Gary  )&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched&lt;br /&gt;the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks&lt;br /&gt;who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the&lt;br /&gt;congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien&lt;br /&gt;empires who were determined to destroy the human race.&lt;br /&gt;Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships&lt;br /&gt;were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the&lt;br /&gt;entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their&lt;br /&gt;diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine&lt;br /&gt;headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of  Guam , felt the&lt;br /&gt;inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid Laurie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My&lt;br /&gt;writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(  Gary  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? Well, my writing partner is a self-centered tedious neurotic whose&lt;br /&gt;attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of&lt;br /&gt;F--KING TEA??? Oh no, what am I to do? I'm such an air headed bimbo who&lt;br /&gt;reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As*h@le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(  Gary  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B*tch!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Rebecca)&lt;br /&gt;F**K YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(  Gary  )&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams, Ho. Go drink some tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(TEACHER)&lt;br /&gt;A+ - I really liked this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-1594424535629656134?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/1594424535629656134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=1594424535629656134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1594424535629656134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/1594424535629656134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/11/men-are-from-mars-women-are-from-venus.html' title='&quot;Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus&quot;'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-6809746120427777669</id><published>2006-10-09T16:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:28:44.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says "I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me." I said "WHAT??!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you...she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier." I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?" I then said "honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-6809746120427777669?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/6809746120427777669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=6809746120427777669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6809746120427777669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/6809746120427777669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-girlfriend.html' title='my girlfriend'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-7361952131635124057</id><published>2006-09-09T14:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:41:25.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Does EVIL exist ?</title><content type='html'>A University professor at a well-known institution of higher&lt;br /&gt;learning challenged his students with this question.     &lt;br /&gt;"Did God create everything that exists?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student bravely replied,"Yes he did!" &lt;br /&gt;"God created everything?" The professor asked.   &lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.   &lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "If God created everything;&lt;br /&gt;then God created evil.And, since evil exists, and according &lt;br /&gt;to the principle that our works define who we are, then we &lt;br /&gt;can assume God is evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's &lt;br /&gt;hypothetical definition.The professor, quite pleased with &lt;br /&gt;himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once &lt;br /&gt;more that the Christian faith was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and said, &lt;br /&gt;"May I ask you a question,professor?" &lt;br /&gt;"Of course", replied the professor.  &lt;br /&gt;The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?" &lt;br /&gt;"What kind of question is this?&lt;br /&gt;Of course it exists.Have you never been cold?"   &lt;br /&gt;The other students snickered at the young man's question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man replied, "In fact, sir, cold does not exist.   &lt;br /&gt;According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in&lt;br /&gt;reality the  absence of heat.Every body or object is &lt;br /&gt;susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and &lt;br /&gt;heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy.&lt;br /&gt;Absolute zero (-460 F)is the total absence of heat. &lt;br /&gt;And all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at that &lt;br /&gt;temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to &lt;br /&gt;describe how we feel if we have no heat."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student continued, "Professor, does darkness exist?"&lt;br /&gt;The professor responded, "Of course it does."&lt;br /&gt;The student replied, "Once again you are wrong, sir, &lt;br /&gt;darkness does not exist either.Darkness is in reality the &lt;br /&gt;absence of light.Light we can study, but not darkness.In fact, &lt;br /&gt;we can use Newton's prism to break white light into many colors&lt;br /&gt;and study the various wavelengths of each color.You cannot&lt;br /&gt;measure darkness.A simple ray of light can break into a world &lt;br /&gt;of darkness and illuminate it.How can you know how dark a&lt;br /&gt;certain space is? You measure the amount of light present.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe &lt;br /&gt;what happens when there is no light present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the young man asked the professor, &lt;br /&gt;"Sir, does evil exist?"&lt;br /&gt;Now uncertain, the professor responded, &lt;br /&gt;"Of course, as I have already said.We see it everyday.It is in&lt;br /&gt;the daily examples of man's inhumanity to man.It is in the &lt;br /&gt;multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;These manifestations are nothing else but evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at &lt;br /&gt;least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence&lt;br /&gt;of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has&lt;br /&gt;created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil.&lt;br /&gt;Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's &lt;br /&gt;love present in his heart.It's like the coldthat comes when &lt;br /&gt;there is no heat, or the darkness that comes when there is&lt;br /&gt;no light."  The professor sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man's name -- Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-7361952131635124057?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/7361952131635124057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=7361952131635124057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7361952131635124057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/7361952131635124057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/09/does-evil-exist.html' title='Does EVIL exist ?'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-5822224193619515321</id><published>2006-09-07T09:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T09:48:53.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide? Or Murder? Or Suicide?</title><content type='html'>At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science, AAFS president Dr. Don Harper Mills astounded his audience with the legal complications of a bizarre death. Here is the story: &lt;br /&gt;On March 23, 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died from a shotgun wound to the head. The decedent had jumped from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left a note to that effect indicating his despondency. As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window, which killed him instantly. Neither the shooter nor the decedent was aware that a safety net had been installed just below at the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able to complete his suicide the way he had planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinarily, Dr. Mills continued, "a person who sets out to commit suicide and ultimately succeeds, even though the mechanism might not be what he intended" is still defined as committing suicide. Mr. Opus was shot on the way to certain death nine stories below at street level, but his suicide attempt probably would not have been successful because of the safety net. This caused the medical examiner to feel that he had a homicide on his hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room on the ninth floor from whence the shotgun blast emanated was occupied by an elderly man and his wife. They were arguing vigorously, and he was threatening her with a shotgun. The man was so upset that when he pulled the trigger he completely missed his wife and the pellets went through the window striking Mr. Opus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one intends to kill subject A, but kills subject B in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject B. When confronted with the murder charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant. They both said they thought the shotgun was unloaded. The old man said it was his long standing habit to threaten his wife with the unloaded shotgun. He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident, that is, the gun had been accidentally loaded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple's son loading the shotgun about six weeks prior to the fatal accident. It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son's financial support and the son, knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that his father would shoot his mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the exquisite twist. Further investigation revealed that the son was in fact Ronald Opus. He had become increasingly despondent over both the loss of his financial support and the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother's murder. This led him to jump off the ten-story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing through the ninth-story window. The son had actually murdered himself, so the medical examiner closed the case as a suicide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-5822224193619515321?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/5822224193619515321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=5822224193619515321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5822224193619515321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/5822224193619515321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/09/suicide-or-murder-or-suicide.html' title='Suicide? Or Murder? Or Suicide?'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115399622762931272</id><published>2006-09-06T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:39:16.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.</title><content type='html'>cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty  uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig  to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the  ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat  ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll  raed it wouthit a porbelm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey  lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas  tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115399622762931272?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115399622762931272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115399622762931272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399622762931272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399622762931272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/olny-srmat-poelpe-can-raed-tihs.html' title='Olny srmat poelpe can raed tihs.'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-2225330974282756345</id><published>2006-08-29T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:36:56.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Remember</title><content type='html'>Always remember to forget&lt;br /&gt;The things that made you sad&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;The things that made you glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;br /&gt;The friends that proved untrue.&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;Those that have stuck by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember to forget&lt;br /&gt;The troubles that have passed away.&lt;br /&gt;But never forget to remember&lt;br /&gt;The blessings that come each day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-2225330974282756345?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/2225330974282756345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=2225330974282756345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2225330974282756345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/2225330974282756345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/always-remember.html' title='Always Remember'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115685312606844881</id><published>2006-08-29T14:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:05:26.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit and brilliance</title><content type='html'>A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa, taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moral of this story.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115685312606844881?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115685312606844881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115685312606844881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115685312606844881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115685312606844881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/bullshit-and-brilliance.html' title='Bullshit and brilliance'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115556178856804610</id><published>2006-08-14T15:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:23:08.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/fck_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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iS a &lt;br /&gt;fAntAsy &lt;br /&gt; yEt aN &lt;br /&gt;iLlusIon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115494979808161505?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115494979808161505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115494979808161505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115494979808161505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115494979808161505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-is-fantasy-yet-illusion.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115459554794605382</id><published>2006-08-03T10:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:59:07.946+02:00</updated><title type='text'>----------</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/hazard-women.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/hazard-women.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115459554794605382?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115459554794605382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115459554794605382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115459554794605382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115459554794605382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_03.html' title='----------'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115459001331446385</id><published>2006-08-03T09:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:26:53.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BMW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/bmw.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/bmw.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115459001331446385?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115459001331446385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115459001331446385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115459001331446385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115459001331446385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/bmw.html' title='BMW'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115458991560390186</id><published>2006-08-03T09:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:25:15.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Audi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/audi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115458991560390186?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115458991560390186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115458991560390186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115458991560390186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115458991560390186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/audi.html' title='Audi'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115458987919276121</id><published>2006-08-03T09:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T09:24:39.193+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Subaru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/subaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/subaru.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115458987919276121?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115458987919276121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115458987919276121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115458987919276121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115458987919276121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/subaru.html' title='Subaru'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115452414556969375</id><published>2006-08-02T15:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T15:09:05.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>It's weird, but I had two patients today, both were&lt;br /&gt;smokers and both had cancer.  I felt so bad for them&lt;br /&gt;and their families. I just wanted to tell you, or&lt;br /&gt;rather, ask you to please stop smoking.  It's a filthy&lt;br /&gt;habit and it's not good for you(obviously).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for prying into your private lives, but&lt;br /&gt;after seeing those poor patients today, I'm really on&lt;br /&gt;a mission to get everyone I know, to stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take care and please take this email seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Naeem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115452414556969375?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115452414556969375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115452414556969375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115452414556969375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115452414556969375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115450224362753509</id><published>2006-08-02T09:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T09:04:03.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy vs Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/490213837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/490213837.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115450224362753509?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115450224362753509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115450224362753509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115450224362753509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115450224362753509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/italy-vs-germany.html' title='Italy vs Germany'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115444013076142657</id><published>2006-08-02T00:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:03:45.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens for a Reason</title><content type='html'>Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, they serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who are or who you want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know who these people may be: your roommate, your neighbour,professor,long lost friend, partner or even a complete stranger who, when you lock eyes with them, you know that very moment that they will affect your in some profound way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes things happen to you and that the time they seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming these obstacles you would never have realized your potential, strength, will power of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason.Nothing happens by chance or by means of good or bad luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments or true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without these small tests, if they be events,illnesses or relationships,life would be like smooth paved,straight,flat road to nowhere,safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people you meet who affect your life, successes  and downfalls you experience,they are the ones who create who you are.Even the bad experience can be learned from…Those lessons are the hardest and probably the most important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart…forgive them,for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally,not only because they love you,but because they are teaching you to love and opening your heart and eyes to things you would have never seen or felt without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make every day count.Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can , for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people you may never talked to before, and actually listen,let yourself fall in love , break free and sets your sights high.You can make of your life anything you wish.Create your own life and then go out and live it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making difference to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safiyyah Motala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115444013076142657?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115444013076142657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115444013076142657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115444013076142657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115444013076142657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything Happens for a Reason'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115442911868769713</id><published>2006-08-01T12:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:45:18.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/mental4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/mental4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115442911868769713?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115442911868769713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115442911868769713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115442911868769713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115442911868769713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115434420402195379</id><published>2006-07-31T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:10:04.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Life is Short, so break the rules... &lt;br /&gt;Forgive quickly, &lt;br /&gt;Believe slowly, &lt;br /&gt;Love truly, &lt;br /&gt;Laugh uncontrollably, &lt;br /&gt;And... &lt;br /&gt;Never regret anything that made you smile... &lt;br /&gt;Every Little Smile can touch Somebody's heart &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115434420402195379?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115434420402195379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115434420402195379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115434420402195379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115434420402195379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought Of The Day'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115433879687185848</id><published>2006-07-31T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:39:56.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>--------</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/a332.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/a332.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115433879687185848?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115433879687185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115433879687185848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115433879687185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115433879687185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_31.html' title='--------'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115433866002881962</id><published>2006-07-31T11:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:37:40.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/quitwork.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/quitwork.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115433866002881962?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115433866002881962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115433866002881962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115433866002881962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115433866002881962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/cool.html' title='cool'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115409240363772186</id><published>2006-07-28T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:17:18.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>By Zakkiyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/Image%28596%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/Image%28596%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?&lt;br /&gt;Saying something and wishing you hadn't?, or&lt;br /&gt;Saying nothing and wishing you had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, they might break your heart......if you don't, you might break theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever decided not 2 become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell your heart what to do. It does it on its own........when you least suspect it, or even when you don't want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid... afraid of what we&lt;br /&gt;don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done, or could have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? (even if it is that you don't care anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all of my family and they know I love them?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People live, but people die. I want to tell you that&lt;br /&gt;you are a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you died tomorrow (God Forbid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would bein my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Would I be in yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you care about me as much as I care about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will send this back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be best friends one year, pretty good friends the next year, don't talk that often the next, and don't want to talk at all the year after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you, respect you, truly cherish you , most of all I CARE about friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and takecomfort in knowing &lt;br /&gt;somebody out there cares about you and .. always will.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about YOU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakkiyah 28/10/2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115409240363772186?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115409240363772186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115409240363772186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115409240363772186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115409240363772186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/by-zakkiyah.html' title='By Zakkiyah'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115408957736142035</id><published>2006-07-28T14:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:26:17.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Skull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/Flaming_Skull.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/Flaming_Skull.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115408957736142035?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115408957736142035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115408957736142035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115408957736142035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115408957736142035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/skull.html' title='Skull'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115407557747219409</id><published>2006-07-28T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:33:36.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/amc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/amc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31406248-115407557747219409?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115407557747219409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115407557747219409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115407557747219409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115407557747219409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/caution.html' title='Caution !'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115399502600072784</id><published>2006-07-27T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:26:04.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WHISTLE STOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My Dearest Darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Once upon a time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Life had led us to a cosy haven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tucked away from the qualms of reality…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A moment stolen from the hands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To which only we can comprehend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;An instant of truth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To which we now call a sweet memory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Engraved on the core of our minds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Fixed eternally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; A haven of comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Where our curves fall into place and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Lips linger over long, passionate kisses…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A moment where silence has spoken a thousand words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A portrait, which no artist can paint…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A place where despair is unknown…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thank you for sharing this beautiful moment with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;YOUR ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;By Mohsina Mia&lt;/span&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/31406248-115399502600072784?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115399502600072784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115399502600072784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399502600072784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115399502600072784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/whistle-stop.html' title='WHISTLE STOP'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115346796268363825</id><published>2006-07-21T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:46:37.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/1600/Football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1181/3398/320/Football.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/31406248-115346796268363825?l=arshadmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/feeds/115346796268363825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31406248&amp;postID=115346796268363825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115346796268363825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31406248/posts/default/115346796268363825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arshadmc.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-for-soccer.html' title='Love for Soccer'/><author><name>arshad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15779542664678954436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YjenoITMxXw/SQrawHOVW9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/bjaCIqPzqiY/S220/3003200x8(005)+copy+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31406248.post-115346731128327351</id><published>2006-07-21T09:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:36:47.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Never raise your hands to your kids. 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