<?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-8984690</id><updated>2011-12-29T05:08:23.215-05:00</updated><category term='jokes'/><title type='text'>A Friendship Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where all my friends can write a little something about something and everything and thus everyone learns, knows and enjoys something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-4357668767164192973</id><published>2007-04-21T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:06:47.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad sense - money in friendship..</title><content type='html'>Ad sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google the bigbrother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;notices everything i do..&lt;br /&gt;sees everything i write..&lt;br /&gt;stores it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i posted my last message i saw a message on the side adsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i click it and lo behold..&lt;br /&gt;i have a ad column..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog which was just for friends has now becoem an business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it ethical i am not sure...&lt;br /&gt;what do my friends say..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-4357668767164192973?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/4357668767164192973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=4357668767164192973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/4357668767164192973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/4357668767164192973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2007/04/ad-sense-money-in-friendship.html' title='Ad sense - money in friendship..'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-1198523776866483531</id><published>2007-04-21T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T19:03:15.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Web 3.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So now.. being a weekend as I do not have nothing major to do I came across this new site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.buyyourfriendadrink.com/home.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this allows a person  buy a drink even without meeting them..&lt;br /&gt;very interesting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can get your friend drunk and you do not have the hassle to drive him home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can take in this way.. you can get your friend pay for your drink and tell him that while you can date his wife/girl friend/ someone special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is i guess web 2.0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome...&lt;br /&gt;what we going to see in web 3.0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you punch in a few codes on the computer and 9 months later wow.. you are a dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future.. does it look scary???&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/8984690-1198523776866483531?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/1198523776866483531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=1198523776866483531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/1198523776866483531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/1198523776866483531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2007/04/web-30.html' title='Web 3.0'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-4606774701934972291</id><published>2007-04-10T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:25:43.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>50 Fun Things to Do in an Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97yKdfPYO40/RhxG5qu1z4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LCkWX_y85gg/s1600-h/15469-12hb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_97yKdfPYO40/RhxG5qu1z4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LCkWX_y85gg/s320/15469-12hb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051990838540095362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make racing car noises when anyone gets on or off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your kleenex to other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: "Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whistle the first seven notes of "It's a Small World" incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sell Girl Scout cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lean over to another passenger and whisper: "Noogie patrol coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One word: Flatulence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go "plink" at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do Tai Chi exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and announce: "I've got new socks on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: "Oh, not now, damn motion sickness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give religious tracts to each passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Meow occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Frown and mutter "gotta go, gotta go" then sigh and say "0ops!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sing "Mary had a little lamb" while continually pushing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holler "Chocks away!" whenever the elevator descends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walk on with a box that says "human head" on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce "You're one of THEM!" and move to the far corner of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holier "Bad touch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leave a box between the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers "through" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Start a sing-along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When the elevator is silent, look around and ask "is that your beeper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Play the harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shadow box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say "Ding!" at each floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lean against the button panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Say " wonder what all these do" and push the red buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to other passengers that this is your "personal space."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bring a chair along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: "Wanna see wha in muhmouf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - Blow spit bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Announce in a demonic voice: "I must find a more suitable host body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wear "X-Ray Specs" and leer suggestively at other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stare at your thumb and say "I think it's getting larger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Scatter powertools around your feet and scream into a radio, "I'M NOT FINISHED YET! THE CABLE ONLY HAS ONE SCREW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAVE A NICE DAY! ^.^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-4606774701934972291?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/4606774701934972291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=4606774701934972291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/4606774701934972291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/4606774701934972291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2007/04/50-fun-things-to-do-in-elevator.html' title='50 Fun Things to Do in an Elevator'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_97yKdfPYO40/RhxG5qu1z4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/LCkWX_y85gg/s72-c/15469-12hb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-5668701663899719601</id><published>2007-03-06T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:11:43.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cave of Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJFHcBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2pWPgfRpNTY/s1600-h/cave+of+despair3+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJFHcBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2pWPgfRpNTY/s320/cave+of+despair3+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998174415193282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8uqozobAAoc/s1600-h/cave+of+despair4+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8uqozobAAoc/s320/cave+of+despair4+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998178710160594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dLfBsmsLlPM/s1600-h/cave+of+despair5+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/dLfBsmsLlPM/s320/cave+of+despair5+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998178710160610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jCt0b0lbdJE/s1600-h/cave+of+despair6+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJVHcBPI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jCt0b0lbdJE/s320/cave+of+despair6+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998178710160626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJlHcBQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K0S06-npBeg/s1600-h/cave+of+despair7+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJlHcBQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/K0S06-npBeg/s320/cave+of+despair7+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998183005127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eS1HcBRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k4zf_508RMg/s1600-h/cave+of+despair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eS1HcBRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/k4zf_508RMg/s320/cave+of+despair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998341918917906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days i have been try&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eS1HcBSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LmbfxAWaO9k/s1600-h/cave+of+despair2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eS1HcBSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LmbfxAWaO9k/s320/cave+of+despair2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038998341918917922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing to win this game&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Carter and the cave of despair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached a lot everywhere to identify how to win..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i was not successful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few in ago I successfully made Dr. Carter escape out of the cave of despair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is in miniclip.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting game..&lt;br /&gt;very addictive so beware..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am uploading the pics so that you can appreciate the game.. ( hope this is not copyright violation if so please do inform me i will remove it immediately..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not sue me i am not rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-5668701663899719601?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/5668701663899719601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=5668701663899719601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/5668701663899719601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/5668701663899719601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2007/03/cave-of-despair.html' title='Cave of Despair'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_suv5mGKZa2I/Re4eJFHcBMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2pWPgfRpNTY/s72-c/cave+of+despair3+.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-116685607345502332</id><published>2006-12-23T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:41:13.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7466/639/1600/898447/christmas_sample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7466/639/320/80373/christmas_sample.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/8984690-116685607345502332?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/116685607345502332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=116685607345502332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116685607345502332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116685607345502332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-116251709880140068</id><published>2006-11-02T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:34:57.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to confuse google trends</title><content type='html'>Google has now started recording whatever song is played on your computer ... yaa they say that yes you can tell people what you are listening too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the same breathe they are recording your playlist and then they compare the various playlist and come up with google trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is right.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;yes the feature can be disable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is also a method to confuse it..&lt;br /&gt;copy and MP3 file and rename with whatever song you want to be high on trend and play it on window media player... keep the function Share music with trend on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mute the media player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google talk will show that you are listening to the song and if you put it in repeat you can easily in a few days bring your song up in playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you say about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://digg.com/img/badges/180x35-digg-button.png" width="180" height="35" alt="Digg!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-116251709880140068?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/116251709880140068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=116251709880140068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116251709880140068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116251709880140068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-confuse-google-trends.html' title='How to confuse google trends'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-116191950566806261</id><published>2006-10-26T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:25:05.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how did i become an average guy</title><content type='html'>how did i become an average guy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not know..&lt;br /&gt;i never knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did it happen..&lt;br /&gt;was it an illusion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is that i expect a lot from  myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have become very jealous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or did i always overestimate myself and my capabilities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;i do not know..&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is the truth is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become just another average guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is very sad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-116191950566806261?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/116191950566806261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=116191950566806261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116191950566806261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/116191950566806261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-did-i-become-average-guy.html' title='how did i become an average guy'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-115972174896976767</id><published>2006-10-01T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:58:07.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Death....</title><content type='html'>People chat online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly because people are bored and have nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt; and then you meet someone with whom you spend a couple of hours chatting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people like a few people they add them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following which peole chat with those friends when they are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when they are online and then one feels there is no need to go around chat rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people share emotions.. success failures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth sadness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things whoch we never share to anyone whom with know offline or our family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the online friend listens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am not sure how much does the person listens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i many times do not listen to everything what my online friends say.. but in any case i give an impression that i am listening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably most people do the same thing and probably emotions are developed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i posting this post would be something u might wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a good friend whose online friend died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what... for me the first shock was probably... that probably that he just ignored him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is he really died.. due to COPD and deep venous thrombosis and my friend called his home and his friends and they told he is dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the funeral home displaces his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend who knew him for 4 yrs i guess and my friend were chatting together and i got a wonderful friend Kobo..&lt;br /&gt;and he got him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is devasted for the past 2 weeks he is not going to work..&lt;br /&gt;he is not able to see patients..&lt;br /&gt;and all he did was to talk to him through chat and email..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we do build emotions through chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and death of one does hurt no matter whether it is offline or online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when people cannot understand how important are online friends the pain is even more harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no one to share the pain.&lt;br /&gt;no one to cry too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how i can end this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-115972174896976767?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/115972174896976767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=115972174896976767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115972174896976767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115972174896976767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/10/death.html' title='Death....'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-115884467811413860</id><published>2006-09-21T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:17:58.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Love LeTTer !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ever wondered, how a Love Letter would be if the great Mathematecian Pythagoras had written one? Well wonder no more…&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Maths L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: red; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;ve L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: red; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;TTer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: red; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 24pt; color: black; font-family: Georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 5pt; line-height: 14.4pt; margin-right: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De-Morgan's Law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Binomial Avenue,&lt;br /&gt;United States of Matrices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dear Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with our cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated. My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="625111612-20092006"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pythagoras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-115884467811413860?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/115884467811413860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=115884467811413860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115884467811413860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115884467811413860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/09/maths-love-letter.html' title='Maths Love LeTTer !!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-115854252036039954</id><published>2006-09-17T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:05:21.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has been a long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am back .. why i was way i do not know.. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to know darla is back..&lt;br /&gt;and now blogger is in beta&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what it means&lt;br /&gt;neither do i care..&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i am on my ubuntu pc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now google wants us to work on gobuntu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google unbutu's version...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. google is google.. what can one do about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish they gave me a mac..&lt;br /&gt;i have searched for mac for so many times that i feel i deserve a mac..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts are over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost a few online friends.. lost  a few offline friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but live continues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway blogger does not allow me to upload java script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am not sending a wonderful random generater i was wordking on this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;ciao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-115854252036039954?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/115854252036039954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=115854252036039954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115854252036039954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115854252036039954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/09/hi.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-115642673584931605</id><published>2006-08-24T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:00:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>My dear friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still remember me now:) Finally, blogspot works here, in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in beijing now, in a insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless all!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-115642673584931605?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/115642673584931605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=115642673584931605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115642673584931605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115642673584931605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163946968651759055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-115633297916347405</id><published>2006-08-23T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T07:42:26.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom &amp; Jerry in trouble in for smoking scenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/850.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LONDON (Reuters) - They chase each other at high speed, wielding axes and hammers. But the famous cartoon duo of Tom and Jerry are in trouble in Britain for smoking on screen. &lt;p&gt; Media regulator Ofcom received a complaint from a viewer   who took offence at two episodes involving smoking. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In one, "Texas Tom," the hapless cat Tom tries to impress a feline female by rolling a cigarette, lighting it and smoking it with one hand. In the other, "Tennis Chumps," Tom's opponent in a match smokes a large cigar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/tom_jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/tom_jerry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a bulletin posted online, Ofcom noted "concerns that smoking on television may normalize smoking," and said that the Turner company, licensee for Boomerang which aired the cartoons, had agreed to edit some smoking scenes out of Tom and Jerry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The licensee has ... proposed editing any scenes or references in the series where smoking appeared to be condoned, acceptable, glamorized or where it might encourage imitation," Ofcom said, adding that "Texas Tom" was one such example. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; But it would not cut all smoking scenes, it added.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- article text ends --&gt;Ofcom said it recognized smoking was more generally accepted when cartoons were produced in the 1940s, 50s and 60s, but noted that the threshold for including such scenes when the audience is predominately young should be high.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/tom%20and%20jerry%20smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/tom%20and%20jerry%20smoking.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(c) Reuters 2006. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://go.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=oddlyEnoughNews&amp;storyID=13258500&amp;amp;src=rss/oddlyEnoughNews"&gt;Oddly Enough News Article | Reuters.com&lt;/a&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/8984690-115633297916347405?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/115633297916347405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=115633297916347405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115633297916347405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/115633297916347405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/08/tom-jerry-in-trouble-in-for-smoking.html' title='Tom &amp; Jerry in trouble in for smoking scenes'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114985721824927857</id><published>2006-06-09T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T08:46:58.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva World Cup!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/1600/switzerland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/switzerland.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Stop whatever you are doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/deuthsland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Get those flags out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/italia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Be ready for the biggest event of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/jose%20antonio%20reyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Aww...can't be that surprised, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Make that oath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/shinji%20ono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catch it if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7833/901/400/brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Just remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;don't kill the non-believers yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;*winks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*pics courtesy of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com"&gt;http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pics from top: Switzerland striker Marco Streller, Germany supporters, Italian fans,Jose Antonio Reyes (Spain), a Chinese fan,the cute Shinji Ono of Japan and the naughty Brazillian boys: Kaka,Ronaldinho and Roberto Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHO ARE YOU SUPPORTING? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114985721824927857?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114985721824927857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114985721824927857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114985721824927857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114985721824927857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/06/viva-world-cup.html' title='Viva World Cup!'/><author><name>adsiez</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y161/adsiez/05-05-05185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114708423968515526</id><published>2006-05-08T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T06:30:39.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true there used to be cocaine in Coca-Cola?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/cokeBottle___single.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/cokeBottle___single.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indeed, a certain stimulant was present in the soft drink back in 1886, according to the Soda Museum, but probably in mild amounts. Coca-Cola was named after its two key ingredients -- coca leaves and kola nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca leaves contain small amounts of cocaine, and people in the Andean region of South America have a long tradition of chewing them for their effects as a mild stimulant, appetite suppressant, and altitude sickness remedy. To make cocaine powder, a much stronger stimulant, coca leaves undergo elaborate processing that involves washes by kerosene and several chemicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola used syrup from the coca leaves that probably introduced trace amounts of the active substance into the drink. But concern about cocaine addiction grew in the early 20th century, and in the United States, the Harrison Act of 1914 banned the use of the drug in non-prescription products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When technology improved enough to make it possible, Coca-Cola started using "spent" coca leaves, which go through a cocaine extraction process, rather than fresh leaves, for flavor. It gives a whole new meaning to "I'd like to buy the world a Coke," doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ask.yahoo.com/20060508.html"&gt;ASK YAHOO!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114708423968515526?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114708423968515526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114708423968515526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114708423968515526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114708423968515526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-it-true-there-used-to-be-cocaine-in.html' title='Is it true there used to be cocaine in Coca-Cola?'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114681924132190668</id><published>2006-05-05T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:54:01.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Titles of Harry Potter Fanfics We'd Rather not Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/helengroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/helengroup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capnwacky.com/lists/list43.html"&gt;BY SEAN OSMAN, GUTBLOOM, SHELDON BAKER, BRODIE H. BROCKIE, OLIVER WOOD, CALAMITY JON MORRIS, BEN FLASTER, and JUSTIN VIDOVIC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Uneventful Year When No One Tried to Kill Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the New Love Interest Who Happens to Have the Same Name as the 15-Year-Old Girl Writing this Fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the New Love Interest Who Happens to Have the Same Name as the 15-Year-Old Boy Writing this Fanfic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber of Sucrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Kidney Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Uncomforatble Oversexualization of Minors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Socerer are Stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Burning Sensation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Camping Weekend With Ron That Will Never Be Spoken Of Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Summer Internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the E Street Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Things You Have to do to Get By in Prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the It Was All Only A Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Chamber Pot of Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Prisoner Detainees of Azerbaijan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Wand of Franchise Extension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood, the Quadroon, and the Octaroon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold and His Big Purple Crayon of Adolescent Yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal Pot and the Intellectuals of Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Putter's Magic Golf Game in 21 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairy Potter and the Bears of San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the shameless Tom Clancy Crossover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the 2000 Election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the HufflePuff Orgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Weapons of Magic Destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger and the Cryptofascist Misogynist Conspiracy of Hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Bizarro Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Lil Bratz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Street Fighter II Tournament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the King of Pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Birth of Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stones in His Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Jews and Crusaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter the Geopolitical Realities of the Post-Nuclear Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Whoever Alan Rickman's Character is are Totally Doing It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Cusp of Manhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Gauntlet of Mucous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Ma$e feat. Lil' Jon and The Ruff Ryders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Insidious Compact Disc Root Kit Installation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Gargoyle of Reacharounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Sandwich of Crotchmeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Website of Jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Incredibly Long Run-On Sentence That ALmost Makes It Look As If The First Three Paragraphs Of The Story Are Actually More Like The First Three Sentences And Then Hermione Says Harry That Dragon Is Attacking You and Ron Is In Danger So Harry Potter Reaches Into His Magic Bag And Removes A Magic Card That He Says Makeus Enlargitus and The Creature On The Card Which Is A Griffin With The Body Of A Zebra But Claws Of A Lion Comes Out Of It And When It (The Dragon) s Defeated Harry Says It Was Voldemort and Hermione Says How Do You Know And Harry Says I Just Know and Ron Goes Gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Hendersons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Titles of Harry Potter Fanfic We'd Rather Not Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about ANY OF THEM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114681924132190668?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114681924132190668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114681924132190668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114681924132190668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114681924132190668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/05/titles-of-harry-potter-fanfics-wed.html' title='Titles of Harry Potter Fanfics We&apos;d Rather not Read'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114662256110902820</id><published>2006-05-02T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:17:20.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is google becoming evil</title><content type='html'>Is google becoming evil..&lt;br /&gt;i  like google as  i feel they are an honest company..&lt;br /&gt;who  are considerate to people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i feel happy when they earn money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when their stocks fly high although i have no google stocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i feel they were a group of people who really worked for people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the company owned by a rich man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate every product of google as it is innovative and i felt they were honest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i really doubt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading the article about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sprayonmud.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sprayonmud.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/technology/archives/2006/03/19/web_site_files_complaint_against_google_updated.html"&gt;http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/technology/archives/2006/03/19/web_site_files_complaint_against_google_updated.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/askjack/2006/03/sprayon_mud_site_comes_unstuck.html"&gt;http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/askjack/2006/03/sprayon_mud_site_comes_unstuck.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google did u do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people love you.. as you are honest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please do not take short cuts to earn a lot of money..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOGLE DO NOT BE EVIL ........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114662256110902820?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114662256110902820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114662256110902820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114662256110902820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114662256110902820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-google-becoming-evil.html' title='Is google becoming evil'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114611779341131035</id><published>2006-04-27T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T02:03:13.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the men</title><content type='html'>A  middle aged  man bought a brand new Holden Monaro.&lt;br /&gt;He took off down the road, pushed it up to 130  km/hr, and was enjoying the wind blowing through his (thinning) hair.  "This is great," he thought and accelerated to an even higher  speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  then he looked in his rear-view mirror, and there was a Police Car behind him, blue lights  flashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/Man%20Speeding.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/Man%20Speeding.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I  can get away from him with no problem" thought the man and he floored it some more, and flew down  the road at over 210 km/hr to escape being stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thought, "What the hell am I  doing? I'm too old for this kind of thing" and  pulled over to the side of the road, and waited for the Police car to catch up  with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Policeman pulled in behind the Monaro and walked up on the driver's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir my Shift ends in five minutes  and today is Friday the 13th. If you can give me a good reason why you were speeding that  I've never heard before, I'll let you  go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man looked back at the Policeman and said,"Last week my wife ran off with a Policeman, and I  thought you were bringing her back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  Policeman said, "Have a nice day."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114611779341131035?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114611779341131035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114611779341131035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114611779341131035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114611779341131035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-for-men.html' title='One for the men'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114561269725320294</id><published>2006-04-21T04:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:45:50.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 College Films of All Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Suzanne Podhurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAP/part_rev"&gt;The Princeton Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever thought your crazy life at college would make a great movie, you're not alone. American filmmakers have long tapped into the drama and energy of the American college scene. Some of these flicks are better than others, of course, so The Princeton Review--in the tradition of its famous college rankings--has narrowed down the top ten college films. What's more, all of the movies described below feature colleges included in The Princeton Review's collection of The Best 361 Colleges. Learn more about each of these colleges by clicking the "Featured school" links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/monalisasmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/monalisasmile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(10) Mona Lisa Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_wellesley"&gt;Featured school: Wellesley College&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Julia Roberts, Kirsten Dunst, Julia Stiles, and Maggie Gyllenhaal, Mona Lisa Smile (2003) explores the challenges and value of independent thinking. Setting the film at Wellesley, a small women's liberal arts school, seems a good choice: Students report that the Wellesley experience is "all about finding who you are, even when the world tells you something otherwise." In the film, set in the 1950s, art professor Katherine Ann Watson (played by Roberts) encourages her students to rethink the traditional roles they've been taught. It's professors like this who prompt today's Wellesley women to call their profs amazing and inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(9) P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/PS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/PS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_columbia"&gt;Featured school: Columbia University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder just how tough it is to get into an Ivy League college like Columbia? Just ask Scott Feinstadt, a prospective Columbia student in this 2004 romantic comedy who has an illicit affair with an admissions officer, played by Laura Linney. Remember, this is just a movie. In real life, while just 11 percent of applicants to Columbia are accepted, students with good grades, high SAT scores, impressive arrays of extracurriculars, and that fire in the belly for learning stand a solid chance. Please note: We do not recommend the Scott Feinstadt approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/outsideprovidence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/outsideprovidence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8) Outside Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_brown"&gt;Featured school: Brown University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 1999 coming-of-age drama, teen rebel Tim Dunphy gets into so much trouble that his father sends him off to the Cornwall Academy for Boys with the directive that he must graduate and keep himself out of trouble. While trying to balance the demands of school and steering clear of troublemaking, Tim falls for Jane Weston, a straight-arrow student soon on her way to Brown. What's the appeal of this Ivy? Well, for one thing, students report that "being at Brown means you will never again have to take a class if you don't want to." Think of it as an un-rebellious kind of rebellion. (Dating Tim Dunphy, on the other hand, may be just plain rebellious.) Real Brown students report that Providence is also a lovely place for romance, illicit or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(7) With Honors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/withhonors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/withhonors.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_harvard"&gt;Featured school: Harvard University&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 1994 film, a spoiled grad student named Monty (played by Brendan Fraser) somehow finds his thesis in the hands of Simon (played by Joe Pesci), a vagabond who lives in the basement of one of the university's libraries. Simon agrees to return the thesis--which Monty needs to graduate with honors--but insists he will return it just one page at a time in exchange for a series of favors. The unlikely pair strike up a friendship, and Monty learns some of his most important lessons not from his books, but from Simon. As far as book lessons go, though, Harvard students praise their school's "unparalleled" academics and note that there is always something going on. In fact, they say that the hardest part is balancing all of the work with all the other interesting options on campus. Oh, and speaking of university libraries, students boast that theirs are the best in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/rudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/rudy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(6) Rudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_notredame"&gt;Featured school: Notre Dame&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true story, this 1993 movie tells the story of Rudy Ruettiger, an unlikely football player who has long dreamed of playing on the famed Fighting Irish team at Notre Dame despite being relatively small for the position. He ultimately manages to transfer to the university from nearby Holy Cross and even secures a place on the team. Students at Notre Dame share Rudy's enthusiasm for the sport, reporting that football season is the most fun time of the year and that thousands of people come on football game weekends. They also remark that tradition--one that Rudy helped make--is the great strength of their school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;(5) Good Will Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/goodwillhunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/goodwillhunting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_mit"&gt;Featured school: Massachusetts Institute of Technology&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this academic love story from 1997, Will Hunting (played by Matt Damon) goes from working as the janitor at the world-famous MIT to being inadvertently discovered for having one of the keenest mathematical intellects of the century. Students at MIT boast that it is "the ultimate academic powerhouse." To that end, the school is "hard to get into and hard to stay in." While Will has no problem proving his capacity to do the most cutting-edge math, he finds it harder to express his love for Harvard undergrad Skylar (played by Minnie Driver).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/beautifulmind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/beautifulmind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;(4) A Beautiful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_princeton"&gt;Featured school: Princeton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2001 biopic about the mathematician John Nash (played by Russell Crowe) offers insights into mental illness, the mathematical analysis known as game theory, and of course, campus life at Princeton. Like Good Will Hunting, this film succeeds at dramatizing the unlikely combination of math and romance. The leading lady in this case is Nash's wife, Alicia (Jennifer Connelly), and though the two face a different set of troubles than Will and Skylar did, they share a similar strength of love, which blossoms on the New Jersey campus. At Princeton, undergrads like having access to Nobel laureates--like Nash--"who teach you and give you appointments" for their office hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/animalhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/animalhouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(3) Animal House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured schools: The fictional Faber College is based on cowriter Chris Miller's experiences at &lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_dartmouth"&gt;Dartmouth College&lt;/a&gt; and was filmed at the &lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_oregon"&gt;University of Oregon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"We can do anything we want. We're college students!" the characters in this classic 1978 film proudly declare. Although the college in Animal House is fictional, it's widely known to be based, at least to some degree, on real-life experiences. This is the movie that brought you the brothers of Delta and Omega and their many toga parties (which, after the movie's release, became increasingly popular at colleges across the country). While some administrators (Dean Wormer, for example) may object to this party-school mentality, many students think of Animal House as a model for how college ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/forestgump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/forestgump.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(2) Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_alabama"&gt;Featured school: University of Alabama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this classic 1994 film (based on the 1985 book by Winston Groom), Tom Hanks delivers an Oscar-winning performance playing the title character. Despite his below-average IQ, Forrest finds himself in a number of truly remarkable situations: giving dance lessons to Elvis and meeting Presidents Kennedy, Johnson, and Nixon, for example. He's also drafted to play on the University of Alabama football team after his extraordinary running ability is discovered by the team's legendary coach Paul "Bear" Bryant. (While at the school, Forrest also witnesses the famous desegregation of the campus as well as George Wallace's infamous blocking of the doors.) Today's 'Bama students confirm that the school's athletic tradition continues: "People really love sports here, especially football. It's a really athletic school with great recreational facilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/thegraduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/thegraduate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(1) The Graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.msn.com/0ENNAELF/rev_films_berkeley"&gt;Featured school: UC-Berkeley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This classic 1967 film (based on the 1963 novel) starring Anne Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman tells a tale of an illicit romance between Benjamin Braddock and Mrs. Robinson, the mother of Elaine (Katharine Ross), with whom Ben ultimately falls in love. He even follows Elaine to the University of California-Berkeley. But can his affection for her persuade Elaine to forgive him for his affair with her mother? We'll venture to guess it's not a question that most of today's Berkeley students ponder, even in the "amazing number and variety of classes" offered at the UC flagship campus. The profs there, if asked, might advise that having an affair with the mother of your girlfriend is not the best way to win her heart. They may concede that it does make a classic movie plot, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114561269725320294?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114561269725320294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114561269725320294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114561269725320294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114561269725320294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/04/top-10-college-films-of-all-time.html' title='Top 10 College Films of All Time'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114551842122891848</id><published>2006-04-20T03:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T03:33:41.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Spanish Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/acer_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/acer_2004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Spanish teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike&lt;br /&gt;English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"House" for instance, is feminine: "la casa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pencil," however, is masculine: "el lapiz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two&lt;br /&gt;groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether&lt;br /&gt;"computer" should be a masculine or a feminine noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the&lt;br /&gt;feminine gender ("la computadora"), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;incomprehensible to everyone else;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;possible later retrieval; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;half your paycheque on accessories for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THIS GETS BETTER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine&lt;br /&gt;("el computador"), because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ARE the problem; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;little longer, you could have gotten a better model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women won!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114551842122891848?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114551842122891848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114551842122891848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114551842122891848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114551842122891848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/04/spanish-computer.html' title='The Spanish Computer'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114445514283833386</id><published>2006-04-07T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:17:51.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>google talk updates</title><content type='html'>just now around 8 pm EST google updated it google talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the new features available are you can display your picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two new buttons add friends and view button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot understand the importance of the view button also there is a mail button...&lt;br /&gt;previously the same thing could be done by right click&lt;br /&gt;the could have added show pictures on the right click options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about mail button.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;it is useful&lt;br /&gt;but how useful it is going to be for me i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is becoming like yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;just slowly adding new features..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not see any major changes with the google talk page with gmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a blackberry so i cannot comment on it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;google talk also has themes&lt;br /&gt;go to themes and choose from the themes available&lt;br /&gt;presently only 9 types available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubble ( which i am using ), classic, swiss, serene and ping pong&lt;br /&gt; except ping pong the others have a picture version....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us see how useful it is ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114445514283833386?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114445514283833386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114445514283833386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114445514283833386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114445514283833386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/04/google-talk-updates.html' title='google talk updates'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114309016924410713</id><published>2006-03-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T11:56:11.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bananas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/banana-bunch_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/banana-bunch_d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="style7" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is interesting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="style7" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After Reading this, you'll never look      at a banana in the same way again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bananas. Containing      three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber, a      banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy. Research      has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous      90-minute workout. No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the      world's leading athletes. But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us      keep fit. It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of      illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression : According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst      people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a      banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that      the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood      and generally make you feel happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS : Forget the pills - eat a      banana. The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can      affect your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anemia : High in iron, bananas can stimulate the      production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Pressure : This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in      potassium yet low in salt, making it the perfect to beat blood pressure. So      much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana      industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk      of blood pressure and stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain Power : 200 students at a      Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped&lt;br /&gt;through their exams this year      by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their      brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist      learning by making pupils more alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constipation : High in fiber,      including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping      to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangovers :      One of the quickest ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake,      sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the      honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and      re-hydrates your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn : Bananas have a natural antacid      effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for      soothing relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Sickness : Snacking on bananas between      meals helps to keep blood&lt;br /&gt;sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosquito bites : Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try      rubbing the&lt;br /&gt;affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many people      find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves : Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous      system.&lt;br /&gt;Overweight and at work? Studies at the Institute of Psychology      in Austria&lt;br /&gt;found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like      chocolate and&lt;br /&gt;crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers      found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs The report      concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our      blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to      keep levels steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcers : The banana is used as the dietary food      against intestinal disorders&lt;br /&gt;because of its soft texture and smoothness.      It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in      over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces      irritation by coating the lining of the stomach. &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="style7" align="center"&gt;Temperature control: Many other cultures see      bananas as a "cooling" fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional      temperature of expectant mothers. In Thailand , for example, pregnant women      eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasonal = Affective Disorder (SAD) : Bananas can help SAD sufferers      because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoking:      Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 they      contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body      recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress : Potassium      is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;sends oxygen to      the brain and regulates your body's water balance. When we&lt;br /&gt;are stressed,      our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can      be balanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes      : According to research in "The New England Journal of Medicine,&lt;br /&gt;"eating      bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as      much as 40%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warts: Those keen on natural alternatives swear that if      you want to kill off a wart, take a piece of banana skin and place it on the      wart, with the yellow side out. Carefully hold the skin in place with a      plaster or surgical tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a banana really is a natural remedy      for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the      protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the      vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also      rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around. So maybe its      time to change that well-known phrase so that we say, "A banana a day keeps      the doctor away!" &lt;img src="http://www.positivethoughts.com/animated/monkey_in_pile_of_bananas_md_clr.gif" align="middle" height="92" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8984690-114309016924410713?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114309016924410713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114309016924410713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114309016924410713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114309016924410713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/03/bananas.html' title='Bananas!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114239206610133263</id><published>2006-03-14T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T08:20:30.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTES FROM COURT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;These are from a book called Disorder in the Court, and are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters - who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place. Some of these are excellent - don't miss the last one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/3481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/3481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q: Are you sexually active?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, I just lie there.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is your date of birth?&lt;br /&gt;A: July fifteenth.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What year?&lt;br /&gt;A: Every year.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&lt;br /&gt;A: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;br /&gt;A: I forget.&lt;br /&gt;Q: You forget. Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten? ???&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How long has he lived with you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Forty-five years.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;br /&gt;Q: And why did that upset you?&lt;br /&gt;A: My name is Susan.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo or the occult?&lt;br /&gt;A: We both do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Voodoo?&lt;br /&gt;A: We do.&lt;br /&gt;Q: You do?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And what were you doing at that time?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: She had three children, right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many were boys?&lt;br /&gt;A: None.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Were there any girls?&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;br /&gt;A: By death.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can you describe the individual?&lt;br /&gt;A: He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was this a male, or a female?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;br /&gt;A: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Oral.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;br /&gt;A: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you check for breathing?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;br /&gt;Q: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practising law somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114239206610133263?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114239206610133263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114239206610133263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114239206610133263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114239206610133263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes-from-court.html' title='QUOTES FROM COURT'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114222425087279087</id><published>2006-03-12T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:15:43.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Languages That God Speaks</title><content type='html'>From : &lt;a href="http://www.warriorofthelight.com"&gt;Warrior of The Light&lt;/a&gt; Issue No.105&lt;br /&gt;By : &lt;a href="http://www.paulocoelho.com.br"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/mayasocialpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/mayasocialpix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Spanish missionary was visiting an island when he came across three Aztec priests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you pray?” asked the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have only one prayer, “ answered one of the Aztecs. "We say: “God, You are three, we are three. Have mercy on us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beautiful prayer,” said the missionary. “But it is not exactly the prayer that God hears. I shall teach you a much better one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest taught them a Catholic prayer and went on his way to spread the Gospel among others. Years later, on the ship taking him back to Spain, he stopped at that island once more.  From the deck he saw the three holy men on the beach – and waved farewell to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the three began to walk on the water towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Father! Father!” shouted one of them, approaching the ship. “Teach us again the prayer that God hears, because we can’t remember it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t matter,” said the missionary, seeing the miracle. And he asked God to forgive him for not understanding before that He spoke all languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of those prayers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dhammapada (attributed to Buddha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/monk_praying500x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/monk_praying500x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;Better just one,&lt;br /&gt;One that brings peace.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a thousand verses,&lt;br /&gt;Better just one,&lt;br /&gt;One that shows beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a thousand songs,&lt;br /&gt;Better just one,&lt;br /&gt;One that spreads joy.&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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there, besides what is right and what is wrong, there is an enormous field.&lt;br /&gt;That is where we will meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prophet Mohammed, 7th century&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/mpraying.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/mpraying.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allah! I come to you because you know all, even what is hidden.&lt;br /&gt;If what I am doing is good for me and my religion, for my life now and later, then let the task be easy and blessed.&lt;br /&gt;If what I am doing now is bad for me and my religion, for my life now and later, then keep me far from this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/71398455IrBXPp_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/71398455IrBXPp_ph.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus of Nazareth, Matthew 7;7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you;&lt;br /&gt;seek and you shall find;&lt;br /&gt;knock, and it shall be opened unto you:&lt;br /&gt;For every one that asks receives;&lt;br /&gt;and he that seeks finds:&lt;br /&gt;And to him that knocks,&lt;br /&gt;it shall be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jewish prayer for peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/praying-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/praying-c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall go the mountain of the Lord, where we shall walk with Him. We shall change our swords into plows and our spears into baskets for harvesting fruit.&lt;br /&gt;Let no nation raise its sword against another, and let us never learn the art of war.&lt;br /&gt;And no-one should fear his neighbor, because thus spoke the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/laotzu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/laotzu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lao Tsu, China – 6th century B.C.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there to be peace in the world, the nations must live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;For there to be peace among nations, cities must not rise up against one another.&lt;br /&gt;For there to be peace in the cities, neighbors must get on well with one another.&lt;br /&gt;For there to be peace among neighbors, harmony must reign in the home.&lt;br /&gt;For there to be harmony at home, it must be found in your own heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-114222425087279087?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114222425087279087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114222425087279087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114222425087279087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114222425087279087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/03/languages-that-god-speaks.html' title='The Languages That God Speaks'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114138168849112881</id><published>2006-03-03T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T05:28:08.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/400/friendship.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/8984690-114138168849112881?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/114138168849112881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=114138168849112881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114138168849112881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/114138168849112881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotation.html' title='QUOTATION'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-114040731250866512</id><published>2006-02-19T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:48:32.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Flu</title><content type='html'>Hah!!! don't be so serious ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice funny cartoon I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/bird.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A married man was having an affair with his  secretary.&lt;br /&gt;One day they went to her place&lt;br /&gt;and made love all  afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, they fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 8 PM .&lt;br /&gt;The man  hurriedly dressed&lt;br /&gt;and told his lover to take his shoes&lt;br /&gt;outside and rub  them in the grass and dirt.&lt;br /&gt;He put on his shoes and drove home.&lt;br /&gt;"Where  have you been?" his wife demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't lie to you," he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm  having an affair with my secretary.&lt;br /&gt;We had sex all afternoon."&lt;br /&gt;She looked  down at his shoes and said:&lt;br /&gt;"You lying bastard!&lt;br /&gt;You've been playing  golf!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd  Affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters&lt;br /&gt;but always talked about  having a son.&lt;br /&gt;They decided to try one last time&lt;br /&gt;for the son they always  wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The wife got pregnant&lt;br /&gt;and delivered a healthy baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;The  joyful father rushed to the nursery&lt;br /&gt;to see his new son.&lt;br /&gt;He was  horrified&lt;br /&gt;at the ugliest child he had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;He told his wife:  "There's no way I can be the father of this baby.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the two beautiful  daughters I fathered!&lt;br /&gt;Have you been fooling around behind my back?"&lt;br /&gt;The  wife smiled sweetly and replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Not this time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mortician was working late one night.&lt;br /&gt;He  examined the body of Mr. Schwartz,&lt;br /&gt;about to be cremated,&lt;br /&gt;and made a  startling discovery.&lt;br /&gt;Schwartz had the largest private part&lt;br /&gt;he had ever  seen!&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz," the mortician&lt;br /&gt;commented, "I can't allow  you to be cremated&lt;br /&gt;with such an impressive private part.&lt;br /&gt;It must be saved  for posterity."&lt;br /&gt;So, he removed it,&lt;br /&gt;stuffed it into his briefcase,&lt;br /&gt;and  took it home&lt;br /&gt;"I have something to show&lt;br /&gt;you won't believe," he said to his  wife,&lt;br /&gt;opening his briefcase.&lt;br /&gt;"My God!" the wife exclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;"Schwartz is  dead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th  Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was  in bed with her lover&lt;br /&gt;when she heard her husband&lt;br /&gt;opening the front  door.&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry," she said, "stand in the corner."&lt;br /&gt;She rubbed baby oil all  over him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dusted him with talcum powder.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't move until I tell  you,"&lt;br /&gt;she said, " pretend you're a statue."&lt;br /&gt;"What's this?" the husband  inquired&lt;br /&gt;as he entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it's a statue," she replied,&lt;br /&gt;"the  Smiths bought one and I liked it&lt;br /&gt;so I got one for us, too."&lt;br /&gt;No more was  said,&lt;br /&gt;not even when they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the husband got up,&lt;br /&gt;went to the kitchen and returned&lt;br /&gt;with a  sandwich and a beer.&lt;br /&gt;"Here," he said to the statue, have this.&lt;br /&gt;I stood  like that for two days at the Smiths&lt;br /&gt;and nobody offered me a damned  thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5th  Affair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked  into a cafe,&lt;br /&gt;went to the bar and ordered a beer.&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly, Sir ,  that'll be one cent."&lt;br /&gt;"One Cent?" the man exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;He glanced at the  menu and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"How much for a nice juicy steak&lt;br /&gt;and a bottle of  wine?"&lt;br /&gt;"A nickel," the barman replied.&lt;br /&gt;"A nickel?" exclaimed the  man.&lt;br /&gt;"Where's the guy who owns this place?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender  replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Upstairs, with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;The man asked: "What's he doing  upstairs&lt;br /&gt;with your wife?"&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied:&lt;br /&gt;"The same thing &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing to his business down here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th Affair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was dying. His wife sat at the  bedside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up and said  weakly:&lt;br /&gt;"I have something I must confess."&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need to, " his  wife replied.&lt;br /&gt;"No," he insisted,&lt;br /&gt;"I want to die in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I slept  with your sister, your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;her best friend, and your mother!" &lt;br /&gt;"I know," she replied,&lt;br /&gt;" now just rest&lt;br /&gt;and let the poison  work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113915791753681582</id><published>2006-02-05T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T11:45:17.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member..</title><content type='html'>Here I introduce to this group a new member&lt;br /&gt;adisiti..&lt;br /&gt;the best blogger in this planet..&lt;br /&gt;check her site.. and u will know how good she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep writing adi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113915791753681582?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113915791753681582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/private.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.&lt;br /&gt;And while you like attention, you value your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113789174621143479?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113789174621143479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113789174621143479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113789174621143479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113789174621143479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-blogging-type-is-private.html' title=''/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113789163429271105</id><published>2006-01-21T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:00:34.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inner blood type</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E9F3FA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Blood Type is Type A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6E8F6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/a.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem cool and collected, though a bit shy.&lt;br /&gt;You are highly driven and a perfectionist, but that's a side you keep to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Creative and artistic, you are a very unique person who doesn't quite fit in.&lt;br /&gt;People accept you more than you realize, seeing you as trustworthy and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with: A and AB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Type A's: Britney Spears and Hilter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnerbloodtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Blood Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113789163429271105?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113789163429271105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113789163429271105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113789163429271105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113789163429271105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/01/inner-blood-type.html' title='inner blood type'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113789143845824222</id><published>2006-01-21T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:57:18.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shocked</title><content type='html'>wow the blog looked has changed..&lt;br /&gt;and i did not about it.&lt;br /&gt;and when i saw this new look&lt;br /&gt;i could not believe..&lt;br /&gt;so i typed the address 5 times..&lt;br /&gt;refreshed..&lt;br /&gt;thought it has been hijacked or something..&lt;br /&gt;and then i realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who made is look so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;is no one other than one and only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOBO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113789143845824222?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113789143845824222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113789143845824222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113789143845824222'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/pinballtablecoffeetable.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a HOWTO for converting a pinball machine's light-up playfield into an electrified coffee-table; the recipe calls for a beat-up playfield from a nonfunctional pinball machine, which is cool, since it avoids the guilt associated with decommissioning a glorious old pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Step 1 Materials List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Here are the materials you will need for this project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1 pinball playfield&lt;br /&gt;   2 side pieces of wood cut to fit&lt;br /&gt;   2 end pieces of wood cut to fit&lt;br /&gt;   Moulding to be used for the top to hold the glass on&lt;br /&gt;   Tempered glass cut to fit&lt;br /&gt;   Four legs and hardware to attach&lt;br /&gt;   6V battery&lt;br /&gt;   Rocker switch&lt;br /&gt;   Screws and nails&lt;br /&gt;   Wood glue&lt;br /&gt;   Drill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2006/01/19/howto_turn_a_pinball.html"&gt;http://www.boingboing.net/2006/01/19/howto_turn_a_pinball.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113773444018220147?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113773444018220147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113773444018220147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113773444018220147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113773444018220147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-to-turn-pinball-machine-into-light.html' title='HOW TO : Turn a pinball machine into a light-up coffee-table'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113599976463839007</id><published>2005-12-30T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T22:29:24.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/AnimatedBlackHatHappyNewYearLGWH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/AnimatedBlackHatHappyNewYearLGWH.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/8984690-113599976463839007?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113599976463839007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113599976463839007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113599976463839007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113599976463839007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113402667964044485</id><published>2005-12-08T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T02:24:39.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Birth Month Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/lily-of-the-valley.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique and creative, you seek your own path in life.&lt;br /&gt;You love change and are able to adapt to any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Sweetness, joy, and a complete life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Lily of the Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Yellow, red, and green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113402667964044485?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113402667964044485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113402667964044485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113402667964044485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113402667964044485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-does-your-birth-month-mean.html' title='What Does Your Birth Month Mean?'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113266568570898787</id><published>2005-11-22T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:44:47.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/ShowLetter.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/200/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW TO START YOUR DAY WITH A POSITIVE OUTLOOK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Open a new file in your PC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2! . Name it " Boss" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Send it to the RECYCLE BIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. Empty the RECYCLE BIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Your PC will ask you, "Are you sure you want to delete Boss permanently?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6. Answer calmly, "Yes," and press the mouse button firmly.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7. Feel better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113266568570898787?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113266568570898787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113266568570898787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113266568570898787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113266568570898787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/boss.html' title='BOSS'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113257918865290631</id><published>2005-11-21T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:59:16.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EGYPTIAN PRINCESS</title><content type='html'>Of all tales of the supernatural, this one is perhaps the best documented, the most disturbing and the most difficult to explain...   The Princess of Amen-Ra lived in 1050 B.C. When she died, she was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the banks of the Nile.   In the 1880s, four rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of the Princess of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned.   The next day, one of the remaining three men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated.   The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed.   The fourth man suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.   Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way), where it was bought by a London businessman. After three of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum.   As the coffin was being unloaded from a wagon in the museum courtyard, the wagon suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passer-by. Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by two workmen, one fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.   Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty; causing the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess, too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dust cloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards.   Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement, figuring it could not do any harm down there, while leaving the lid of the coffin on display. (The lid of the coffin (Exhibit No. 22542) is still there!) Within a week, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.   By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself.   Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.   A well-known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was sized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of "an evil influence of incredible intensity". She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case. "Can you exorcise this evil spirit?" asked the owner. "There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible."   But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years, was now well known.   Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In April of 1912, the new owner escorted its treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.   Because the reputation of the mummy was well known, the owner, who was a chess player named William T. Stead, was afraid that his cargo would not be loaded. Therefore, he secretly arranged for the mummy to be hidden under the body of a new Renault automobile, which was being transported to America on the ship. Stead did not reveal the truth about his cargo to the other passengers until the night before the next disaster.    On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** The name of the ship was Titanic. *****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113257918865290631?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113257918865290631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113257918865290631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113257918865290631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113257918865290631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/egyptian-princess.html' title='EGYPTIAN PRINCESS'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113232924114406735</id><published>2005-11-18T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:54:01.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 9 Funniest Newspaper Classifieds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Actual excerpts from classified sections of city newspapers)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Illiterate? Write today for free help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man....if only I knew A B C....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Auto Repair Service. Free pick-up and delivery. Try us once; you'll never go anywhere again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sure...thanx for the warning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. 3-year old teacher needed for pre-school. Experience preferred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in months or years?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Used Cars: Why go elsewhere to be cheated. Come here first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check it out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(howwww sweeeet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Man wanted to work in dynamite factory. Must be willing to travel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow! A free trip to heaven?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Tired of cleaning yourself. Let me do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(uh...huh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Wanted. Man to take care of cow that does not smoke or drink.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey....who taught cows the bad habit??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. We do not tear your clothing with machinery. We do it carefully by hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nice work!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113232924114406735?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113232924114406735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113232924114406735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113232924114406735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113232924114406735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-9-funniest-newspaper-classifieds.html' title='Top 9 Funniest Newspaper Classifieds'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113206108720851959</id><published>2005-11-15T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:24:47.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years ago......</title><content type='html'>A program was ... a television show         &lt;br /&gt;An application was .. for employment        &lt;br /&gt;Windows were..... something u hated to clean        &lt;br /&gt;A cusor ... used profanity        &lt;br /&gt;A keyboard was ...a piano        &lt;br /&gt;Memory was..... something u lost with age         &lt;br /&gt;A CD was... a bank account        &lt;br /&gt;If u unzipped in public u went to jail        &lt;br /&gt;Compress was something u did to garbage        &lt;br /&gt;A hard drive was a long trip on the road        &lt;br /&gt;Log on was adding wood to fire         &lt;br /&gt;A backup happened to your toilet        &lt;br /&gt;A mouse pad was where a mouse lived        &lt;br /&gt;Cut.. u did with scissors        &lt;br /&gt;paste.. u did with glue        &lt;br /&gt;A web was a spiders home        &lt;br /&gt;And a virus was the flu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Times surely have changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113206108720851959?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113206108720851959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113206108720851959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113206108720851959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113206108720851959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/25-years-ago.html' title='25 years ago......'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113167730105599891</id><published>2005-11-10T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:48:21.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GODZILLA REMAINS FOUND</title><content type='html'>Just an article I found while browsing, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I got interested by the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4424734.stm"&gt;Remains of 'Godzilla' croc found&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;(sorry I cannot post a long entries, bandwith problem, hehehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113167730105599891?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113167730105599891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113167730105599891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113167730105599891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113167730105599891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/godzilla-remains-found.html' title='GODZILLA REMAINS FOUND'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113150696719577008</id><published>2005-11-08T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:29:27.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet, another Quiz</title><content type='html'>This one is very very funny, hua ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my score!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FEA7B6;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;On Average, You Would Sell Out For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/money.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1,101,708&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/atwhatpricewouldyouselloutquiz/"&gt;At What Price Would You Sell Out?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113150696719577008?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113150696719577008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113150696719577008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113150696719577008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113150696719577008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-another-quiz.html' title='Yet, another Quiz'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113150672899603647</id><published>2005-11-08T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T05:07:50.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Funny Quiz ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kobo&lt;br /&gt;Your Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are warm, sensitive, and focused on your personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become defensive and critical if you feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loyal - but you demand the respect you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Power Color Is Lime Green&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/lime-green.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, witty, and a visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Your Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel misunderstood, like you don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a tough exterior, but can be very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How You're Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your self-awareness and confidence lights up a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What else do I need in my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113150672899603647?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113150672899603647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113150672899603647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113150672899603647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113150672899603647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-funny-quiz.html' title='Another Funny Quiz ^.^'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113149897282861696</id><published>2005-11-08T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:16:12.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive me, friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry so much,my friendes,esp. Rakesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I remember that 2nd,Nov. is the birthday of our blog and I wrote sth. to celebrate it.God,it's true, not an excuse...I mailed it to Rakesh but the damn hotmail delivered it fail, and I didn't see the system error until today.I believe that I missed something important, what can I do for reparation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113149897282861696?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113149897282861696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113149897282861696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113149897282861696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113149897282861696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/forgive-me-friends.html' title='Forgive me, friends'/><author><name>Darla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13163946968651759055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113136600906403333</id><published>2005-11-07T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T07:26:23.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;1] If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side. If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[2] If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. For when a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[3] Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[4] Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a  thin film of bacteria on it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[5] The Mercedes-Benz motto is 'Das Beste oder Nichts' meaning 'the best or  nothing'.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[6] The Titanic was the first ship to use the SOS signal. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[7] The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks  at something pleasing.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[8] The average person who stops smoking requires one hour less sleep   a night.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[9] Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[10] The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[11] Dalmatians are born without spots.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[12] Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[13] The 'v' in the name of a court case does not stand for 'versus', but for 'and' (in civil proceedings] or 'against' (in criminal proceedings] &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;[14] Men's shirts have the buttons on the right, but women's shirts have  the buttons on the left&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;[15] The owl is the only bird to drop its upper eyelid to wink. All other  birds raise their lower eyelids&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[16] The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it's already been  digested by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[17] Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[18] The color blue has a calming effect. It causes the brain to release  calming hormones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[19] Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[20] Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your  heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[21] The verb "cleave" is the only English word with two synonyms  which  are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[22] When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[23] When Hippos are upset, their sweat turns red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[24] The first Harley Davidson motorcycle was built in 1903, and used a  tomato can for a carburetor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[25] The lion that roars in the MGM logo is named Volney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[26] Google is actually the common name for an inordinately large  number with more zeros that you can imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[27] Switching letters is called spoonerism. For example, saying a well  boiled icicle instead of a well oiled bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[28] It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make  a film about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[29] The attachment of the human skin to muscles is what causes dimples  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[30] There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[31] The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound  of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[32] Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[33] It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole  body&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[34] The plastic things on the end of shoelaces are called aglets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[35] Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[36] The only part of the body that has no blood supply is the cornea in  the eye. It takes in oxygen directly from the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[37] Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and  140,000 people die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[38] In most watch advertisements the time displayed on the watch is 10:10 because then the arms frame the brand of the watch (and make it look like it is smiling.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[39] Colgate faced big obstacle marketing toothpaste in Spanish speaking countries. Colgate translates into the command "go hang yourself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[40] The only 2 animals that can see behind itself without turning its head  are the rabbit and the parrot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[41] Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[42] The average person laughs 13 times a day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[43] Do you know the names of the three wise monkeys? They are: Mizaru(See no evil), Mikazaru(Hear no evil), and Mazaru(Speak no evil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[44] Women blink nearly twice as much as men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[45] German Shepherds bite humans more than any other breed of dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[46] Large kangaroos cover more than 30 feet with each jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[47] Whip makes a cracking sound because its tip moves faster than the  speed of sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[48] Two animal rights protesters were protesting at the cruelty of sending pigs to a slaughterhouse in Bonn. Suddenly the pigs, all two thousand of them, escaped through a broken fence and stampeded, trampling the two hapless protesters to death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[49] If a statue in the park of a person on a horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle; if the horse has one front leg in the air, the person died as a result of wounds received in battle; if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;[50] The human heart creates enough pressure while pumping to squirt blood  30 feet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8984690-113136600906403333?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113136600906403333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113136600906403333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113136600906403333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113136600906403333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting-facts.html' title='Interesting facts'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113136562946470398</id><published>2005-11-07T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:55:07.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Featured Humor : -)   -  - Scary Psychological Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Read this question, come up with an answer, and then scroll down to the&lt;br /&gt;bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It is as it reads.&lt;br /&gt;No one I know has gotten it right - including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met this guy whom she&lt;br /&gt;did not know. She thought this guy was amazing, She believed him to be her&lt;br /&gt;dream and she fell in love with him right there but did not ask for his&lt;br /&gt;number and no matter how hard she tried she could not find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later she killed her sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give this some thought before you answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Scroll Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hoping that the guy would appear at the funeral again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered this correctly, you think like a psychopath. This was a&lt;br /&gt;test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same&lt;br /&gt;mentality as a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the&lt;br /&gt;question correctly. If you didn't answer the question correctly - good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take you off&lt;br /&gt;of  my email list unless that will tick you off, then I'll just be extra&lt;br /&gt;nice to you from now on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113136562946470398?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113136562946470398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113136562946470398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113136562946470398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113136562946470398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/todays-featured-humor-scary.html' title='Today&apos;s Featured Humor : -)   -  - Scary Psychological Test'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113095202834371555</id><published>2005-11-02T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T14:10:14.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is one year</title><content type='html'>Wow It has been one year since i started writing this blog.I do agree this blog is not as regularly updated as it should be.. or as most people update it but yes. it is something i made just to show the world yes we are a good group of friends.. and yes we stood strong...&lt;br /&gt;This blog wouldn't have existed if my friends were not here..&lt;br /&gt;One year.. it was just like yesterday ...I was sitting in LA on a cloudy day... i had visited the pacific ocean I opened an account...first on my name...then i made my friends join in..then we moved to a different address...and my friends moved with me....but yes people posted... and made it a success...Thank you very much...&lt;br /&gt;Over the past year...all of us had bad periods many things what we wanted did not happen...but yes we stood together...we were friends...although many people ditched fooled us...&lt;br /&gt;So friends thanks a lot for all yoursupporthope we have a better year..&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113095202834371555?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113095202834371555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113095202834371555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113095202834371555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113095202834371555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-is-one-year.html' title='It is one year'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113085586602476116</id><published>2005-11-01T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:37:46.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Diwali</title><content type='html'>Diwali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwālī or Dīpāvali (also &lt;a title="Sanskrit transliteration" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanskrit_transliteration"&gt;transliterated&lt;/a&gt; Deepavali; &lt;a title="Sanskrit" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sanskrit"&gt;Sanskrit&lt;/a&gt;: row of lights) is the &lt;a title="Hindu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu"&gt;Hindu&lt;/a&gt; Festival of Lights.&lt;br /&gt;Diwali is one of the most popular and eagerly awaited festivals of &lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;. It is celebrated for 5 consecutive days in Hindu month of &lt;a title="Ashvin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashvin"&gt;Ashwayuja&lt;/a&gt; which usually correspond to the months of October or November. Hindus, Jains and Sikhs celebrate Diwali and use the occasion to celebrate life and strengthen relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Typically, celebrations focus on lights and lamps, particularly traditional &lt;a title="Diya (light)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diya_%28light%29"&gt;diyas&lt;/a&gt; , although electric lights have become widespread. Fireworks may also be associated with the festival in some regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significance in &lt;a title="Hinduism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinduism"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The festival marks the victory of good over evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of Diwali, traditionally, the old and the young, rich and poor, wear new dresses, share sweets and also burn firecrackers. The North Indian business community starts their financial new year on Diwali and new account books are opened on this day.&lt;br /&gt;Hindus find cause to celebrate this festival for different reasons:&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a title="North India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_India"&gt;North India&lt;/a&gt;, Diwali celebrates the return of the &lt;a title="Rama" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rama"&gt;Rama&lt;/a&gt;, King of &lt;a title="Ayodhya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayodhya"&gt;Ayodhya&lt;/a&gt;, his wife &lt;a title="Sita" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sita"&gt;Sita&lt;/a&gt; and brother &lt;a title="Lakshmana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakshmana"&gt;Lakshmana&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a title="Ayodhya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayodhya"&gt;Ayodhya&lt;/a&gt; from a war in which he killed the demon king &lt;a title="Ravana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ravana"&gt;Ravana&lt;/a&gt;. It is believed that the people lit oil lamps along the way to light their path in the darkness. In North India, the festival is held on the final day of the &lt;a title="Vikram calendar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vikram_calendar"&gt;Vikram calendar&lt;/a&gt;. The following day marks the beginning of the North Indian new year, and is called &lt;a class="new" title="Annakut" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Annakut&amp;action=edit"&gt;Annakut&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a title="South India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_India"&gt;South India&lt;/a&gt;, it commemorates the killing of &lt;a class="new" title="Narakasura" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Narakasura&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Narakasura&lt;/a&gt;, an evil demon, by Lord &lt;a title="Krishna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt;. In South India, Diwali does not coincide with the beginning of a new year as South Indians follow a different calendar, the &lt;a title="Shalivahana calendar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shalivahana_calendar"&gt;Shalivahana calendar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bhavishyottara and Bramhavaivarta &lt;a title="Purana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purana"&gt;Purana&lt;/a&gt;, Diwali is associated with the Daitya king Bali, who is allowed to return to earth once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Five days of Diwali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali is celebrated over five days in most of North India as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="First_day" name="First_day"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the festival is known as Dhan teras or Dhantrayodashi. Dhan means "wealth" and Trayodashi means "13th day". Thus, as the name implies, this day falls on the 13th day of the first half of the lunar month. On this day, it is believed that Lord &lt;a title="Dhanvantari" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dhanvantari"&gt;Dhanvantari&lt;/a&gt; emerged from the waters of the ocean holding the knowledge of the spiritual medicines of &lt;a title="Ayurveda" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayurveda"&gt;Ayurveda&lt;/a&gt;, to help mankind fight against sickness, disease and death.&lt;br /&gt;On this day people purchase valuables, light lamps using oil-filled clay cups and worship the Goddess of Wealth. They also worship Yama, the Lord of Death, seeking protection against untimely death. Parents and elders accompany children to the market looking for firecrackers and sweets, if they have not bought some already. Those who have brought them home spread the crackers in the sunlight and allow them to dry, so that when the time comes they perform well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Second_day" name="Second_day"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Diwali has emerged as one of the most famous Hindu festivals. An integral part of Diwali decorations, Rangoli is a colorful pattern drawn on the floor." href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rangoli2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rangoli2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diwali has emerged as one of the most famous Hindu festivals. An integral part of Diwali decorations, &lt;a title="Rangoli" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rangoli"&gt;Rangoli&lt;/a&gt; is a colorful pattern drawn on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of the festival is known as Naraka Chaturdasi. (Narak means of a new era of Light and Knowledge. Chaturdasi implies fourteenth day.)&lt;br /&gt;Lord Sri &lt;a title="Krishna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt;, supported by his consort Satyabhama and his huge army, is said to have killed the demon Narkasura, in a legendary battle between the gods and demons, and released the world from the darkness of fear and oppression. In the process, He also set free the 16,000 divine energies of the Mother Goddess, held hitherto in possession forcibly by the evil demon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this auspicious day, people usually take a ritual bath before sunrise, using traditional herbs and materials, just as Lord &lt;a title="Krishna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt; is believed to have done after He returned victorious from the battlefield. They spend the remaining day restfully in the company of friends and family. It is also believed that on this day, Lord &lt;a title="Vishnu" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vishnu"&gt;Vishnu&lt;/a&gt; was incarnated upon earth as &lt;a title="Vamana" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vamana"&gt;Vamana&lt;/a&gt; and set his third step on the head of the demon king &lt;a title="Bali" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bali"&gt;Bali&lt;/a&gt; to send him down into the nether worlds to free the worlds from his rule and release the goddess &lt;a title="Lakshmi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakshmi"&gt;Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt; from his control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Third_day_.28actual_day_of_Diwali.29" name="Third_day_.28actual_day_of_Diwali.29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third day (actual day of Diwali)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Every year, thousands of Sikhs celebrate Diwali at the Golden Temple in Amritsar, India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Diwali_goldentemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Diwali_goldentemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actual day of Diwali is celebrated on the third day of the festival, when the moon completely wanes and total darkness sets in the night sky. It is in this darkness that Diwali finds its true expression. On this day people worship &lt;a title="Lakshmi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakshmi"&gt;Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt;, the goddess of wealth, and express their gratitude for previous favors.&lt;br /&gt;Usually the &lt;a title="Puja" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puja"&gt;puja&lt;/a&gt; is performed both in the morning and again in the evening when the sun is ready to set or has already set. It is believed that the Goddess would not visit a devotee's house if it is not kept clean and properly lighted, so everyone strives to keep their houses clean, the doors and windows open and all the lights and lamps glowing brightly.&lt;br /&gt;During the worship, devotes make offerings to Lord &lt;a title="Vinayaka" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinayaka"&gt;Vinayaka&lt;/a&gt; and Mother Goddess also, in addition to the principal deity, with traditional chants, rituals, purified water, new clothes, fruit and flowers, sweets, light, sandal paste, incense, rice, turmeric and vermillion. Money and valuables are placed before the principal deity during the invocation.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the worship, &lt;a title="Prasadam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prasadam"&gt;prasadam&lt;/a&gt; is offered to the family members and visitors. In wealthy households, the assistance of a temple priest is sought to conduct the worship according to the scriptural injunctions. After worshipping the goddess in one's own house, people start making rounds to the nearby temples, and the houses of friends and relations to see how the celebration has been going on and distribute sweets and gifts. Elsewhere, the goddess is worshipped ceremonially in temples, public places, business houses and offices.&lt;br /&gt;As the evening comes, houses and streets are decorated with innumerable lights, lamps and candles. People keep the doors and windows open and all the lights on, expecting the goddess to come inside and take a survey of the things that have been done for her sake. Outside, people gather in the streets and front yards to burn firecrackers, or watch others burning them or keep an eye on the oil lamps. Some habitual card players use the occasion as an opportunity to play cards and gamble their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day Lord &lt;a title="Krishna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt; is believed to have completed His incarnation upon earth and left this world, leaving the pandavas and his kinsmen in utter confusion. According to Jain tradition, Lord &lt;a title="Mahavira" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahavira"&gt;Mahavira&lt;/a&gt;, the last of the Thirthakaras attained Nirvana on this day. It is also said that on this day, young Nachiketa of the &lt;a class="new" title="Kathopanishad" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Kathopanishad&amp;action=edit"&gt;Kathopanishad&lt;/a&gt; received divine and secret knowledge of immortality from Lord &lt;a title="Yama" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yama"&gt;Yama&lt;/a&gt;, the Lord of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Fourth_day" name="Fourth_day"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The fourth day is variously known as Padwa, Varshapratipada and Kartika Shudda Padyami. At the behest of Lord &lt;a title="Krishna" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krishna"&gt;Krishna&lt;/a&gt; the people of Braj worshipped the hillock Govardhan on this day to save themselves from an impending storm unleashed by the fury of &lt;a title="Indra" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Indra"&gt;Indra&lt;/a&gt;, the Lord of Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, in northern &lt;a title="India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India"&gt;India&lt;/a&gt;, in the region of &lt;a title="Braj" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braj"&gt;Braj&lt;/a&gt;, people continue the tradition of worshipping Govardhan on this auspicious day. This is sometimes interpreted as an act of invocation to appease the forces of Nature to prevent the occurrence of floods and cyclonic storms, a tradition that is probably rooted in the Vedic times.&lt;br /&gt;In the temples of &lt;a title="Mathura" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mathura"&gt;Mathura&lt;/a&gt; and Nathdwara, priests give a special bath to the principal deities on this occasion and decorate them with glittering robes and eye-catching jewellery. They offer many food preparations to Krishna and later distribute it (the &lt;a title="Prasadam" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prasadam"&gt;prasadam&lt;/a&gt;) among the devotees.&lt;br /&gt;In some traditional households, women give &lt;a title="Aarti" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aarti"&gt;aarti&lt;/a&gt; to their husbands and receive gifts and blessings in return. Business people open new account books for the new financial year and offer prayers for luck and prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a title="Diwali" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Diwali&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;section=8"&gt;edit&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="Fifth_day" name="Fifth_day"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fifth day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and final day of the festival, which is known as Bhayiduj, Bhayyaduj, &lt;a title="Bhaubeej" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhaubeej"&gt;Bhaubeej&lt;/a&gt; or Bhayitika, brothers and sisters meet to express their love and affection for each other. Sisters put a ceremonial mark, usually with vermillion, on their brothers' foreheads and wish them long lives. According to a legend, the tradition began when Yamuna, the sister of Lord Yama, honored her brother with a tilak on his forehead and wished him long life.&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a title="South India" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_India"&gt;South India&lt;/a&gt;, naraka &lt;a class="new" title="Chaturdashii" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Chaturdashii&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;chaturdashii&lt;/a&gt; is the main day of celebration, with a lot of firecrackers at dawn, while in North India the main celebration is on &lt;a class="new" title="Amavasya" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Amavasya&amp;action=edit"&gt;Amavasya&lt;/a&gt; evening with &lt;a title="Lakshmi" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakshmi"&gt;Lakshmi&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Puja" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puja"&gt;Puja&lt;/a&gt; followed by lighting of oil lamps in and around the house and bursting of crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Disclaimer- This post has been copied from wikipedia.... this is not a professional website and i do not make money out of this website... so in case i have to pay for it please do tell me i will remove this post if needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113085586602476116?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113085586602476116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113085586602476116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113085586602476116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113085586602476116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-diwali.html' title='What is Diwali'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113085544377633010</id><published>2005-11-01T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T09:30:43.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Diwali</title><content type='html'>hi friends&lt;br /&gt;todat is diwali..&lt;br /&gt;the biggest Hindu festival of the year..&lt;br /&gt;It is the festival of light..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope your life is full of joy and happiness..&lt;br /&gt;also to people in delhi and andhrapradesh who were affected  by the bomb blast and the train derailment...&lt;br /&gt;hope good  things happen to you this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY DIWALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113085544377633010?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113085544377633010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113085544377633010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113085544377633010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113085544377633010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-diwali.html' title='Happy Diwali'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113046205649914534</id><published>2005-10-27T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:14:16.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another time kobo will not notice</title><content type='html'>heeeheee&lt;br /&gt;now even this post will not be noticed by kobo&lt;br /&gt;as this new post too will be the second post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's message -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is tough&lt;br /&gt;and humans are fools...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morality differentiate a human from an animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113046205649914534?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113046205649914534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113046205649914534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113046205649914534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113046205649914534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-time-kobo-will-not-notice.html' title='another time kobo will not notice'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113036847483438538</id><published>2005-10-26T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:14:34.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>google</title><content type='html'>did u hear the news&lt;br /&gt;google has started google base..&lt;br /&gt;go on google..&lt;br /&gt;best of luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113036847483438538?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113036847483438538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113036847483438538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/6.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a simple thinker, and this is actually a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You don't complicate matters when you don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;You look for the simplest explanation or solution, and you go with that.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, your mind is uncluttered and free of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113036840876644283?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113004459233075622</id><published>2005-10-23T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:19:40.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hundred Dollar Story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;A tourist walks into a curio shop in San Francisco. Looking around at&lt;br /&gt;the exotica, he notices a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a&lt;br /&gt;rat. It has no price tag, but is so striking he decides he must have&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes it to the owner: "How much for the bronze rat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the story," says&lt;br /&gt;the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tourist gives the man twelve dollars. "I'll just take the rat, you&lt;br /&gt;can keep the story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he walks down the street carrying his bronze rat, he notices that a&lt;br /&gt;few real rats  crawl out of the alleys and sewers and begin following&lt;br /&gt;him down the street. This is disconcerting; he begins walking faster.&lt;br /&gt;But within a couple blocks, the herd of rats behind him grows to&lt;br /&gt;hundreds, and they begin squealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He begins to trot toward the Bay, looking around to see that the rats&lt;br /&gt;now numbered in the MILLIONS, and are still squealing and coming&lt;br /&gt;toward him faster and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned, even scared, he runs to the edge of the Bay and throws the&lt;br /&gt;bronze rat as far out into the Bay as he can. Amazingly, the millions&lt;br /&gt;of rats all jump into the Bay after it, and are all drowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man walks back to the curio shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ha," says the owner, "You have come back for the story?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," says the man, "I came back to see if you have a bronze&lt;br /&gt;politician!"&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113004459233075622?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113004459233075622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113004459233075622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113004459233075622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113004459233075622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/hundred-dollar-story.html' title='A Hundred Dollar Story!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-113004454112602718</id><published>2005-10-23T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:15:41.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 23 Most Used Engineering Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A NUMBER OF DIFFERENT APPROACHES ARE BEING TRIED&lt;br /&gt;We are still groping around without a clue!&lt;br /&gt;2. EXTENSIVE REPORT IS BEING PREPARED ON A FRESH APPROACH TO THE&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM&lt;br /&gt;We just hired three kids fresh out of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. CLOSE PROJECT COORDINATION&lt;br /&gt;We know who to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. MAJOR TECHNOLOGICAL BREAKTHROUGH&lt;br /&gt;It works OK, but looks very hi-tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. CUSTOMER SATISFACTION IS DELIVERED ASSURED&lt;br /&gt;We are so far behind schedule the customer is happy to get it&lt;br /&gt;delivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PRELIMINARY OPERATIONAL TESTS WERE INCONCLUSIVE&lt;br /&gt;The darn thing blew up when we threw the switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. TEST RESULTS WERE EXTREMELY GRATIFYING&lt;br /&gt;We are so surprised that the stupid thing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. THE ENTIRE CONCEPT WILL HAVE TO BE ABANDONED&lt;br /&gt;The only person who understood the thing quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. IT IS IN THE PROCESS&lt;br /&gt;It is so wrapped up in red tape that the situation is about hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WE WILL LOOK INTO IT&lt;br /&gt;Forget it! We have enough problems for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. PLEASE NOTE AND INITIAL&lt;br /&gt;Let's spread the responsibility for the **** up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. GIVE US THE BENEFIT OF YOUR THINKING&lt;br /&gt;We'll listen to what you have to say as long as it doesn't interfere&lt;br /&gt;with what we've already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. GIVE US YOUR INTERPRETATION&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hear this bull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. SEE ME or LET'S DISCUSS&lt;br /&gt;Come into my office, I'm lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ALL NEW&lt;br /&gt;Parts not interchangeable with the previous design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. RUGGED&lt;br /&gt;Too damn heavy to lift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LIGHTWEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Lighter than RUGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. YEARS OF DEVELOPMENT&lt;br /&gt;One finally worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ENERGY SAVING&lt;br /&gt;Achieved when the power switch is off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. LOW MAINTENANCE&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to fix if broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FEATURE:&lt;br /&gt;We can't fix the bug so we've documented it and are calling it&lt;br /&gt;a "feature".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. NEW RELEASE:&lt;br /&gt;We're too cheap to beta test our code so we'll sell it to you as a&lt;br /&gt;new product and let y'all beta test it for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. SYNERGY:&lt;br /&gt;Management doesn't have a clue as to what this product is or what&lt;br /&gt;they are doing, so they're slinging buzzwords like there's no&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow. See also PARADIGM, REVOLUTIONARY and OUTSIDE THE BOX.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-113004454112602718?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/113004454112602718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=113004454112602718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113004454112602718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/113004454112602718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-23-most-used-engineering-terms.html' title='Top 23 Most Used Engineering Terms'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112995680889430361</id><published>2005-10-22T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:53:28.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what Oprah has to say about men...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;If  a man wants you, nothing can keep him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want you,  nothing can make him stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his  behaviour. Allow your intuition&lt;br /&gt;(or spirit) to save you from  heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to change yourself for a relationship that's not meant  to&lt;br /&gt;be.&lt;br /&gt;Slower is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never live your life for a man before you  find what makes you truly&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a relationship ends because the  man was not treating you as you&lt;br /&gt;deserve then heck no, you can't "be friends".   A friend wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;mistreat a friend.  Don't settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you  feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay because  you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at&lt;br /&gt;yourself a year later for  staying when things are not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person you can control in a  relationship is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch  of different women.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would  he treat you&lt;br /&gt;any differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have your own set of friends  separate from his.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something  bothers you,&lt;br /&gt;speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a man know everything.* He will use  it against you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change a man's behaviour.* Change comes  from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you  are... even if he&lt;br /&gt;has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into  a quasi-god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man, nothing more nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let a  man define who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never borrow someone else's man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he  cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man will only treat you the way  you ALLOW him to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All men are NOT dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should not  be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two&lt;br /&gt;Way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute&lt;br /&gt;about  baggage... deal with your issues before pursuing a  new&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a  relationship&lt;br /&gt;consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone  complimentary...not&lt;br /&gt;supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is fun...even if he doesn't  turn out to be Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always  know where you are, and&lt;br /&gt;you're always readily available to him - he takes it  for granted. -&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this TRUE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never move into his mother's  house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never co-sign for a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fully commit to a man who  doesn't give you everything that you&lt;br /&gt;need.* Keep him in your radar but get to  know others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this with other women... You'll make someone smile,  another&lt;br /&gt;rethink her choices, and another  prepare!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/smiley_669.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/smiley_669.gif" 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/8984690-112995680889430361?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112995680889430361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112995680889430361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112995680889430361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112995680889430361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-what-oprah-has-to-say-about.html' title='This is what Oprah has to say about men...'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112981483866825013</id><published>2005-10-20T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:27:18.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Bridge in Germany.... What a feat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Bridge in Germany.... What a feat! Six years, 500 million euros, 918 meters long.......now this is engineering! This is a channel-bridge over the River Elbe and joins the former East and West Germany, as part of the unification project. It is located in the city of Magdeburg, near Berlin. The photo was taken on the day of inauguration. To those who appreciate engineering projects.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112981483866825013?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112981483866825013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112981483866825013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112981483866825013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112981483866825013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/water-bridge-in-germany-what-feat.html' title='Water Bridge in Germany.... What a feat!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112959269278261534</id><published>2005-10-17T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:44:52.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Opposite of Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/not-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a cynical, power hungry bone in your body.&lt;br /&gt;Honest and kind, you believe being a good person is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;While your upstanding morals should be admired, be careful!&lt;br /&gt;You're at risk for being manipulated and toyed with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112959269278261534?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112959269278261534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112959269278261534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112959269278261534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112959269278261534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-opposite-of-machiavellian-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112953584550936141</id><published>2005-10-17T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T03:57:25.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Blogthing.com</title><content type='html'>Enjoy this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/a-little-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead...&lt;br /&gt;But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112953584550936141?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112953584550936141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112953584550936141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112953584550936141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112953584550936141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-blogthingcom.html' title='From Blogthing.com'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112929542148644665</id><published>2005-10-14T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:10:21.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance to have friends......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/ShowLetter.jpg" 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/8984690-112929542148644665?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112929542148644665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112929542148644665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112929542148644665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112929542148644665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/importance-to-have-friends.html' title='Importance to have friends......'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112873007365684759</id><published>2005-10-07T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:08:48.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>did u realise  what mistake i made</title><content type='html'>i have spelled occurrence as occurence damm.. on the blogsite name...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really surprised how you all guys come to this place with a wrong spelling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112873007365684759?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112873007365684759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112873007365684759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112873007365684759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112873007365684759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/did-u-realise-what-mistake-i-made.html' title='did u realise  what mistake i made'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112869647015538460</id><published>2005-10-07T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:47:50.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the&gt;bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he saw anenvelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It&gt;was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelopeand read the letter with trembling hands :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home.&lt;br /&gt;I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid ascene with Mom and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I knowwhen you meet him you'll like him too even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's notonly the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn't so old thesedays is it?), and has no money,really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woodsand has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithfulto  me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll begrowing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime,we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of the page were the letters "PTO".&lt;br /&gt;Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. Ijust wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to comehome. I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!!!!!!! Its must ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112869647015538460?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112869647015538460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112869647015538460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112869647015538460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112869647015538460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/father-passing-by-his-teenage.html' title=''/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112860305478402766</id><published>2005-10-06T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:50:54.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice story</title><content type='html'>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.&lt;br /&gt;There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin. Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill. Someone once said: What goes around comes around. Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth. It's National Friendship Week. Send this to everyone you consider A FRIEND. Pass this on, and brighten someone's day. AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH: You had better send this back!! Good Luck! I hope it works... May there always be work for your hands to do; May your purse always hold a coin or two; May the sun always shine on your windowpane; May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; May the hand of a friend always be near you; May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112860305478402766?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112860305478402766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112860305478402766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112860305478402766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112860305478402766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/10/nice-story.html' title='A nice story'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112805066266085740</id><published>2005-09-29T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:24:22.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foetuses found at Bogota airport (Scary huh?!?!)</title><content type='html'>(Something I just read in http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4293934.stm , it is scary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Police officer holds the bodies of two of three human foetuses found at Bogota Airport&lt;br /&gt;Police said the foetuses might have been meant for Satanic rituals&lt;br /&gt;Colombian police have found the bodies of three human foetuses hidden in statues destined for the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discovery was made by officers searching for contraband at Bogota Airport on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corpses were wrapped in plastic and concealed inside statues of Christian icons, which were smashed open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colombian police chief Gen Jord Alirio Varon said the four- to five-month-old foetuses could have been intended for use in Satanic rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen Varon said the foetuses were found alongside crucifixes and medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said officials are trying to find out who sent the packages, which came from Barranquilla in Colombia and were destined for Miami in the US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112805066266085740?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112805066266085740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112805066266085740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112805066266085740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112805066266085740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/foetuses-found-at-bogota-airport-scary.html' title='Foetuses found at Bogota airport (Scary huh?!?!)'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112660791772488610</id><published>2005-09-13T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:38:37.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/01.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/8984690-112660791772488610?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112660791772488610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112660791772488610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660791772488610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660791772488610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112660797198641830</id><published>2005-09-13T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:39:31.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/400/143.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/8984690-112660802316698182?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112660802316698182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112660802316698182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660802316698182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660802316698182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112660802316698182.html' title=''/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112660776435010734</id><published>2005-09-13T06:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T06:36:04.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The storm and the road</title><content type='html'>I guess the reader would have known about the storm that hit toronto recently. I had written about it in the blog..&lt;br /&gt;This is what it did to a road..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112660776435010734?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112660776435010734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112660776435010734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660776435010734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112660776435010734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/storm-and-road.html' title='The storm and the road'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112625879905109802</id><published>2005-09-09T05:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T05:39:59.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of two Nuns..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;TWO NUNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two nuns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was known as Sister Mathematical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;(SM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other one was known as Sister Logical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;(SL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; Have you noticed that a man has been following us for&lt;br /&gt;the past thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; It's logical. He wants to rape us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;at the most! What can we do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;  SL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; It's not working. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; Of course it's not working. The man did the only&lt;br /&gt;logical thing. He started to walk faster, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; The only logical thing we can do is split. You go that way and&lt;br /&gt;I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Sister Logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sister Mathematical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;arrives at the convent and is&lt;br /&gt;worried about what has happened to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Sister Logical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Sister Logical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; arrives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;Sister Logical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;! Thank God you are here!&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what happened! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: The only logical thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;The man couldn't follow us both,so he followed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: Yes, yes! But what happened then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: The only logical thing happened. I started to run&lt;br /&gt;as fast as I could and he started to run as fast as he could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: And? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: The only logical thing happened. He reached me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;  SM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: Oh, dear! What did you do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: Oh, Sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;What did the man do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; Oh, no! What happened then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;: Isn't it logical, Sister?&lt;br /&gt;A nun with her dress up can run faster than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: navy; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;man with his pants down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those of you who thought it would be dirty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray for you!&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/8984690-112625879905109802?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112625879905109802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112625879905109802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112625879905109802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112625879905109802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/story-of-two-nuns.html' title='The story of two Nuns..'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112607593232018471</id><published>2005-09-07T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:52:12.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult To Post</title><content type='html'>Okay... I cannot post the plot!!! I kept getting "Page cannot be found" messages on my browser, hiks.. hiks..&lt;br /&gt;I only can post the picture. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. I post the plot in &lt;a href="http://kobochan16.tripod.com/Mydays"&gt;my own blog&lt;/a&gt;, ho ho ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112607593232018471?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112607593232018471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112607593232018471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112607593232018471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112607593232018471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/difficult-to-post.html' title='Difficult To Post'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112607554280056423</id><published>2005-09-07T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T02:45:42.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/thechroniclesofnarnia_bigearly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/thechroniclesofnarnia_bigearly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;"&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/8984690-112607554280056423?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112607554280056423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112607554280056423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112607554280056423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112607554280056423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/09/chronicles-of-narnia-lion-witch-and.html' title='The Chronicles of Narnia - The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112552900269106217</id><published>2005-08-31T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:56:42.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer help!!!</title><content type='html'>hi guys and friends...&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to buy a new computer soon ( it means atleast a few months..)&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking about what to buy..&lt;br /&gt;apple or another windows  based computer or do u move to linux..&lt;br /&gt;what r u comments..&lt;br /&gt;please do write..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112552900269106217?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112552900269106217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112552900269106217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112552900269106217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112552900269106217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/computer-help.html' title='Computer help!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112545547296594887</id><published>2005-08-30T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:31:12.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/i000769_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/i000769_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a storm in canada a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;this a picture how the cloud looked like..&lt;br /&gt;isn't it scary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112545547296594887?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112453924836732275</id><published>2005-08-27T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T08:00:48.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All those harry potter fans who are sad about dumbledore's death&lt;br /&gt;please read this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com/dumbledoreclues.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com/dumbledoreclues.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112453924836732275?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112453924836732275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112453924836732275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112453924836732275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112453924836732275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/harry-potter.html' title='harry potter'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112496762345294956</id><published>2005-08-25T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:00:23.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>break ups..</title><content type='html'>breaks ups this name brings fears into ears of people in love..&lt;br /&gt;i never faced an issue ever in my life...&lt;br /&gt;but recently one of my friends is going through one..&lt;br /&gt;i felt that the feeling of one person missing in one's life is missed the most&lt;br /&gt;but there are many other prespectives..&lt;br /&gt;one of the main things that play a role is gift..&lt;br /&gt;gifts are given&lt;br /&gt;when there is a break up what to do with them comes th question..&lt;br /&gt;many remind of the incidence what made u get the gift from you ex..&lt;br /&gt;so u may feel like giving it back to the owner..&lt;br /&gt;whereas some gift would have become ur part of life that u start loving that thing&lt;br /&gt;so u do not want to be apart from it..&lt;br /&gt;wow see lot of pains..&lt;br /&gt;i learnt from this experience.. if i get a girl friend give her gifts that are edible...&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112496762345294956?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112496762345294956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112496762345294956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112496762345294956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112496762345294956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/break-ups.html' title='break ups..'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112488838393243513</id><published>2005-08-24T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T08:59:43.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Talk</title><content type='html'>google has started a new service&lt;br /&gt;Google talk...&lt;br /&gt;have u tried it&lt;br /&gt;it looks very simple&lt;br /&gt;and white&lt;br /&gt;do have a look&lt;br /&gt;u can download it from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112488838393243513?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112488838393243513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112488838393243513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112488838393243513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112488838393243513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/google-talk.html' title='Google Talk'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112471919387664714</id><published>2005-08-22T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T09:59:53.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GTA San Andreas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/gta-san-andreas-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/gta-san-andreas-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have begin the game GTA San Andreas..&lt;br /&gt;this is the 3 game of GTA i am playing after GTA 3 and Vice city..&lt;br /&gt;so much noise has been made by these senators out in US&lt;br /&gt;but i could not get any mods..til now heehee&lt;br /&gt;so basically just the mature version of the game i am playing...&lt;br /&gt;the game is cooler.&lt;br /&gt;graphics are average...&lt;br /&gt;the story is awesome..&lt;br /&gt;people say it takes 150 hr to complete game provided u do everything in one go and correctly using all short cuts..&lt;br /&gt;i guess it will take me few months to complete the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who have no idea abot this game..&lt;br /&gt;it is a story of a guy who tries to make his mark in the big bad city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am putting up a pic the guys in the driver seat is the hero..-the player whom i am playing...&lt;br /&gt;the remaining three guys are his friends for now... till now in all GTA games people do change their side and back stab as the hero becomes powerful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for people who hate gaming&lt;br /&gt;start gaming as it brings new joys in life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112471919387664714?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112471919387664714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112471919387664714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112471919387664714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112471919387664714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/gta-san-andreas.html' title='GTA San Andreas'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112445859087961711</id><published>2005-08-19T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:36:30.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do read it and try to solve:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                  Once there was a bus conductor, who was very rude to his passengers.&lt;br /&gt;One day a beautiful young girl, of around 18 years,tried to board the bus,&lt;br /&gt;but he didn't stop the bus. Unfortunately the beautiful young girl came&lt;br /&gt;under the bus and died on the spot. Angry passengers took the conductor to&lt;br /&gt;the police station, who in turn took him to the court.&lt;br /&gt;The judge was not at all impressed with him and gave him capital&lt;br /&gt;punishment.He was taken to the electrocution chamber. There was a single&lt;br /&gt;chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of&lt;br /&gt;the room.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given&lt;br /&gt;to him. But to everyone's amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set&lt;br /&gt;him free, and he returned to his profession.&lt;br /&gt;After a few months, this time, a good looking middle aged woman tried to&lt;br /&gt;board the bus but the conductor didn't stop the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this time also,the good looking middle aged woman came under&lt;br /&gt;the bus and died on the spot. Again angry passengers took him to the police&lt;br /&gt;station, who in turn took him to the court. The judge took one look at the&lt;br /&gt;conductor and gave him capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;The Bus conductor was taken to the same electrocution chamber where there&lt;br /&gt;was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel at one&lt;br /&gt;corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current&lt;br /&gt;was given to him. This time also to everyone's amazement, he survived. The&lt;br /&gt;judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, an elderly gentleman tried to board the bus. This&lt;br /&gt;time the Bus conductor, remembering his earlier experiences, stopped the&lt;br /&gt;bus. Unfortunately the elderly gentleman slipped and died due to his&lt;br /&gt;injuries. The conductor was taken to&lt;br /&gt;the police station and then to the court, to the same judge. Though he&lt;br /&gt;hadn't done anything wrong, but considering his past record the judge&lt;br /&gt;decided to set an example and gave him capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;The Bus conductor was again taken to the same electrocution chamber where&lt;br /&gt;there was a single chair in the center of the room and a single banana peel&lt;br /&gt;at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage&lt;br /&gt;current was given to him. This time he died instantly !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The question is why didn't he die on the first two occasions, but died&lt;br /&gt;instantly the third time?? Try to solve it yourselves. This is rather&lt;br /&gt;interesting and answer is perfectly logical. If necessary read the puzzle&lt;br /&gt;once again. Still if you can't, then look below.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the first two times, the conductor was a Bad Conductor, therefore&lt;br /&gt;electricity didn't pass through him. But during the third time, he was a&lt;br /&gt;good conductor, electricity passed through him freely and he&lt;br /&gt;died!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ha Ha Ha ha !!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look for me to beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112445859087961711?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112445859087961711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112445859087961711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112445859087961711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112445859087961711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-question.html' title='A nice Question'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112427550754060365</id><published>2005-08-17T06:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T06:45:07.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fruit basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT0226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT0226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow making a fruit basket is an art&lt;br /&gt;one of my friend's wife made such a wonderful fruit basket..&lt;br /&gt;i am attaching the pic of it..&lt;br /&gt;how many people know to arrange fruit&lt;br /&gt;i don't&lt;br /&gt;can u do it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112427550754060365?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112427550754060365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112427550754060365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112427550754060365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112427550754060365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/fruit-basket.html' title='fruit basket'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112419642317967291</id><published>2005-08-16T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:47:03.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>I got a true stroy about how good is friendship...&lt;br /&gt;i would like to share with you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this will make petra smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw hislifelong friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if hecould go out to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said theLieutenant, "but don't think it will be worth it. Your friend isprobably dead and you may throw your life away. "The Lieutenant'swords didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, hemanaged to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and broughthim back to their company's trench. The officer checked the woundedsoldier , then looked kindly at his friend. " I told you it wouldn'tbe worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortallywounded." " It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier. "What do you meanby worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. " Your friend is dead." "YesSir,"the soldier answered, " but it was worth it because when I got tohim, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing himsay...."Jim...I knew you'd come." Many times in life, whether a thingis worth doing or not,really depends on how u look at it. Take up allyour courage and do something your heart tells you to do so that youmay not regret not doing it later in your life........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112419642317967291?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112419642317967291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112419642317967291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112419642317967291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112419642317967291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112418533227679153</id><published>2005-08-16T05:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T05:42:12.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/Mango%2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/Mango%2024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite fruit is mango ( as any other indian)&lt;br /&gt;yaa kobo's favorite fruit - yaa i saw it here in canada&lt;br /&gt;it is really costly&lt;br /&gt;i never tasted it but i am sure now i will taste it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112418533227679153?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112418533227679153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112418533227679153' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112418533227679153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112418533227679153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-favorite-fruit.html' title='my favorite fruit'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112417148354357675</id><published>2005-08-16T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T01:51:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambutan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/Rambutan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/Rambutan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite fruit, it has a very sweet juicy flavor.. hmm... yummy..... (it is the season, so i could get the fruit easily, and eat it almost everyday, hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the ripe red color of it. But inside, it is white, and sweet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112417148354357675?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112417148354357675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112417148354357675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112417148354357675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112417148354357675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/rambutan.html' title='Rambutan'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112415220548085343</id><published>2005-08-15T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:30:05.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been ages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT13.jpg" alt="" border="0" 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/1600/PICT11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8047/855/320/PICT11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been ages since i posted something here..&lt;br /&gt;life has been hectic&lt;br /&gt;nice to know KJ can post..&lt;br /&gt;she has excellent english writing skills she was the woman who wrote my personal statement last year and i plan to ask her this year too... heheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice to see darla back.. hope she starts writing again.. i have to yet check her blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taiko.. where r u long time i have not seen you... r u busy buying stuff for school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duma.. where r you.. i have not see you.. do write something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petra.. my girl presently very sad.. by liar and people who cheat.. hope she comes out strong.. do give a hug all my friends to petra.. informing her that we are with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adsiez... i used to bug u a lot previously.. but i guess i will start bugging you again hehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what was i doing&lt;br /&gt;went around canada.. here are few pics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112415220548085343?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112415220548085343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112415220548085343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112415220548085343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112415220548085343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-has-been-ages.html' title='it has been ages'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112408607223008392</id><published>2005-08-15T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:07:52.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhhhh! pumpkin spilling her guts!</title><content type='html'>ok..so have you ever had one of those days that everything just ticks you off? eh? do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah....today was one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals exams are gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Packing my stuff up is gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Getting everything done in time is gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the powers that be strive to align all the stressful things in one week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what pumpkin needs? ......a MANGO!&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112408607223008392?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112408607223008392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112408607223008392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112408607223008392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112408607223008392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhhhhhhh-pumpkin-spilling-her-guts.html' title='ahhhhhhhh! pumpkin spilling her guts!'/><author><name>Kaje</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112278196524957680</id><published>2005-07-30T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:52:45.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and the Chocolate Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/1600/charlieandthechocolatefactory_bigrelease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7466/639/320/charlieandthechocolatefactory_bigrelease.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Twice a day, on his way to and from school, little Charlie Bucket had to walk right past the gates of the factory. And every time he went by he would begin to walk very, very slowly, and he would hold his nose high in the air and take long deep sniffs of the gorgeous chocolatey smell all around him. Oh, how he loved that smell! And oh, how he wished he could go inside the factory and see what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;Acclaimed director Tim Burton brings his vividly imaginative style to the beloved Roald Dahl classic Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, about eccentric chocolatier Willy Wonka (JOHNNY DEPP) and Charlie Bucket (FREDDIE HIGHMORE), a good-hearted boy from a poor family who lives in the shadow of Wonka's extraordinary factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most nights in the Bucket home, dinner is a watered-down bowl of cabbage soup, which young Charlie gladly shares with his mother (HELENA BONHAM CARTER) and father (NOAH TAYLOR) and both pairs of grandparents. Theirs is a tiny, tumbledown, drafty old house but it is filled with love. Every night, the last thing Charlie sees from his window is the great factory, and he drifts off to sleep dreaming about what might be inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For nearly fifteen years, no one has seen a single worker going in or coming out of the factory, or caught a glimpse of Willy Wonka himself, yet, mysteriously, great quantities of chocolate are still being made and shipped to shops all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Willy Wonka makes a momentous announcement. He will open his famous factory and reveal "all of its secrets and magic" to five lucky children who find golden tickets hidden inside five randomly selected Wonka chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would make Charlie's family happier than to see him win but the odds are very much against him as they can only afford to buy one chocolate bar a year, for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, one by one, news breaks around the world about the children finding golden tickets and Charlie's hope grows dimmer. First there is gluttonous Augustus Gloop, who thinks of nothing but stuffing sweets into his mouth all day, followed by spoiled Veruca Salt, who throws fits if her father doesn't buy her everything she wants. Next comes Violet Beauregarde, a champion gum chewer who cares only for the trophies in her display case, and finally surly Mike Teavee, who's always showing off how much smarter he is than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, something wonderful happens. Charlie finds some money on the snowy street and takes it to the nearest store for a Wonka Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, thinking only of how hungry he is and how good it will taste. There, under the wrapper is a flash of gold. It's the last ticket. Charlie is going to the factory! His Grandpa Joe (DAVID KELLY) is so excited by the news that he springs out of bed as if suddenly years younger, remembering a happier time when he used to work in the factory, before Willy Wonka closed its gates to the town forever. The family decides that Grandpa Joe should be the one to accompany Charlie on this once-in-a-lifetime adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, Charlie is dazzled by one amazing sight after another. Wondrous gleaming contraptions of Wonka's own invention churn, pop and whistle, producing ever new and different edible delights. Crews of merry Oompa-Loompas mine mountains of fudge beside a frothy chocolate waterfall or ride a translucent, spun-sugar, dragon-headed boat down a chocolate river past crops of twisted candy cane trees and edible mint-sugar grass. Marshmallow cherry creams grow on shrubs, ripe and sweet. Elsewhere, a hundred trained squirrels on a hundred tiny stools shell nuts for chocolate bars faster than any machine and Wonka himself pilots an impossible glass elevator that rockets sideways, slantways and every which way you can think of through the vast and fantastic factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as intriguing as his fanciful inventions is Willy Wonka himself, a gracious but most unconventional host. He thinks about almost nothing but candy - except, every once in a while, when he suddenly seems to be thinking about something that happened long ago, that he can't quite talk about. It's been said that Wonka hasn't stepped outside the factory for years. Who he truly is and why he has devoted his life to making sweets Charlie can only guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the other children prove to be a rotten bunch, so consumed with themselves that they scarcely appreciate the wonder of Wonka's creations. One by one, their greedy, spoiled, mean-spirited or know-it-all personalities lead them into all kinds of trouble that force them off the tour before it's even finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When only little Charlie Bucket is left, Willy Wonka reveals the final secret, the absolute grandest prize of all: the keys to the factory itself. Long isolated from his own family, Wonka feels it is time to find an heir to his candy empire, someone he can trust to carry on with his life's work and so he devised this elaborate contest to select that one special child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he never expects is that his act of immeasurable generosity might bring him an even more valuable gift in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros. Pictures presents, in association with Village Roadshow Pictures, a Zanuck Company / Plan B Production of a Tim Burton Film: Johnny Depp stars in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, based on the book by Roald Dahl, and also starring Freddie Highmore, David Kelly, Helena Bonham Carter, Noah Taylor, Missi Pyle, James Fox, with Deep Roy and Christopher Lee. Directed by Tim Burton from a screenplay by John August, the film is produced by Brad Grey and Richard D. Zanuck. Patrick McCormick, Felicity Dahl, Michael Siegel, Graham Burke and Bruce Berman executive produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director of photography is Philippe Rousselot, A.F.C./A.S.C. Production designed by Alex McDowell. Edited by Chris Lebenzon, A.C.E. Costume designer is Gabriella Pescucci. Music by Danny Elfman. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory will be released worldwide by Warner Bros. Pictures, a Warner Bros. Entertainment Company, and in select territories by Village Roadshow Pictures. This film is rated PG by the MPAA for "quirky situations, action and mild language."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112278196524957680?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112278196524957680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112278196524957680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112278196524957680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112278196524957680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/charlie-and-chocolate-factory.html' title='Charlie and the Chocolate Factory'/><author><name>dumaria pohan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ow7e1ncrrB8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABIQ/OHBHpmMh9FA/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112178049875194870</id><published>2005-07-19T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:41:38.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>I am these days reading the books harry potter and half blood prince...&lt;br /&gt;wow...&lt;br /&gt;it is very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;few things are making me wonder&lt;br /&gt;i am till on page 44..&lt;br /&gt;and i have a lot expectation how JKR will write&lt;br /&gt;i wish she ends the story in the way i want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JKR  i am not interested to tell the story&lt;br /&gt;as it is illegle and it is too cheap to disclose the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;i will keep u updated with my reading&lt;br /&gt;and also you will also know poor is my reading...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112178049875194870?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112178049875194870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112178049875194870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112178049875194870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112178049875194870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112134440378431655</id><published>2005-07-14T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:33:23.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another day...</title><content type='html'>today i am feeling very speely&lt;br /&gt;i had to go to a party...&lt;br /&gt;i saw how does prawn look like ... and how people eat it&lt;br /&gt;what does barbeque mean - all i knew was it is some cocking device that runs on gas and you put some meat and produce black smoke out of it&lt;br /&gt;and after sometime the meat is taken out and people eat it...&lt;br /&gt;anyway i learnt a moral all i know is that from now on in future i will not go to such parties as in such parties one has to end up drinking oranges juice and eat raw vegetables...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those peopel who read my blog regularly know what happens to me when i drink orange juice heeheheheehheeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am work&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;as i woke u quite early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;yawning&lt;br /&gt;it is 8.32  AM&lt;br /&gt;ohh man the is too long and now it is not even close to lunch time&lt;br /&gt;yaawwwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnn............&lt;br /&gt;let be go to bed oopps work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112134440378431655?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112134440378431655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112134440378431655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112134440378431655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112134440378431655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-day.html' title='another day...'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112124871856064972</id><published>2005-07-13T05:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:58:38.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealously</title><content type='html'>hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;i love it when it happens&lt;br /&gt;I do have a lot friends who are girls..&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a girls friend thou....&lt;br /&gt;but most of my friends who are girls do have a boy friend or a husband..&lt;br /&gt;then sooner or later&lt;br /&gt;there comes a point where the girl's boy friend or husband..&lt;br /&gt;wonders what is this boy up to...&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;slowly&lt;br /&gt;the pressure builds in him..&lt;br /&gt;and then one day when the jealously is too much he began an attack&lt;br /&gt;hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;then it is fun...&lt;br /&gt;i alwasy like to question such guys..&lt;br /&gt;Why don't  you trust your girls&lt;br /&gt;also do u know girls are more faithful than boys&lt;br /&gt;their head does not turn when a beautiful person of opposite sex walks past them&lt;br /&gt;hehehehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112124871856064972?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112124871856064972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112124871856064972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112124871856064972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112124871856064972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/jealously.html' title='Jealously'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112116109147854426</id><published>2005-07-12T05:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:45:04.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how busy i am</title><content type='html'>see how busy i am&lt;br /&gt;it is 5.30 am&lt;br /&gt;and i am rushing as i need to go to work in an hour or so&lt;br /&gt;things are as usual&lt;br /&gt;and thanx guys for supporting&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112116109147854426?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112116109147854426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112116109147854426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112116109147854426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112116109147854426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-busy-i-am.html' title='how busy i am'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112078163484102828</id><published>2005-07-07T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:13:54.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>u regular reader</title><content type='html'>Some individual writes this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                   Anonymous said...           &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  interestingly enuff , the guy mentioned in adsiez's blog reads ur material every other day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hahaahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;first of all....&lt;br /&gt;write your name...&lt;br /&gt;second of all.. do not stand behind a girl's name.. have ur own identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;third...&lt;br /&gt;r u stalking me huh!!&lt;br /&gt;scared that am i stalking adsiez... huh!!!&lt;br /&gt;scared that what i am upto...&lt;br /&gt;come in open and talk to me know me&lt;br /&gt;rather than stalking ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;did u get my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&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/8984690-112078163484102828?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112078163484102828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112078163484102828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112078163484102828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112078163484102828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/u-regular-reader.html' title='u regular reader'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112066205902829879</id><published>2005-07-06T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:00:59.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yahoo mail</title><content type='html'>hey did u go to mail.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;some other site comes Dr. Spock company&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found a way out go to some other yahoomail site&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mail.yahoo.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;mail.yahoo.ca&lt;br /&gt;mail.yahoo.co.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it works&lt;br /&gt;yippeee&lt;br /&gt;hope yahoo correct it soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i do not have friends and now even access my mail&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrr...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112066205902829879?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112066205902829879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112066205902829879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112066205902829879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112066205902829879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/yahoo-mail.html' title='yahoo mail'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112062301912718343</id><published>2005-07-05T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:10:19.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>where are my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ- i do not know i guess back to maine for her holidays above all she cannot even access this blog i feel sadshe cannot participate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darla- She is going out of town and she cannot access net till auguest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petra- aaawww.... the girl who gives me strength is missing as she is trying to get back the positive energy... i hope she comes back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kobo- i do not know i have no idea... all i know is that she is on SMS but does not respond to my mails or messages..... i guess too deep she is in love... she may take some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelica- i do not know about this californian beauty havn't seen here for some time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumpling- hmmm... havn't met her her for sometime in MSN messenger ( basically i do not login quite often and she had one complaint with me that this blog contains only girls i could not correct it how she comes back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiko- the best girl of USA, in NY enjoying this months holidays... i guess we can catch her in some role playing room but she will officially joining this blog back in sept i guess when the school will start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all of the editorial team have fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all that is left is me.....&lt;br /&gt;damm.... ( i heard you all guys )&lt;br /&gt;so i get the editorial content so  i will posting a lot of junk...&lt;br /&gt;before that i will write about my blog friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adsiez- she has decided not to visit my blog so i cannot comment about her post in my blog unless i write something i wish she doesn ot read..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gulnaz- dropped by once then i guess she felt the blog is a bore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentanjali- she did not even drop obviously she writes exceptionally well and she visit i guess some zillion blogs .. who got time for mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aradhita- i have stopped messaging her in the mornings and nights as i am having a busy schedule so i am in out of touch  and she too has stopped droppign by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handa- yaaa only other male who visited this blog... i guess one time drop.. come soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my online friends summary... so basically i am all lonely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offline life.. things with cleo are not the same as old time and in a new place... friends are difficult to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios for now&lt;br /&gt;me from this planet named earth&lt;br /&gt;and expect me soon with more of my views&lt;br /&gt;hehehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112062301912718343?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112062301912718343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112062301912718343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112062301912718343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112062301912718343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-are-friends.html' title='Where are friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112045230572103598</id><published>2005-07-04T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:45:12.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange juice</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;has anyone noticed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have noticed it once i drink orange juice i get hyper...&lt;br /&gt;and recently i met a friend online who said the same thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone else noticed similar symptoms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i am bored and i guess no one reads this blog so i am having fun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112045230572103598?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112045230572103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112045230572103598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112045230572103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112045230572103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/orange-juice.html' title='Orange juice'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112019562877601827</id><published>2005-07-01T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T01:27:08.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision making</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The story given below is quite interesting and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;really  gives us an insight into DECISION MAKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Which one will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A group of children were playing near two railway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;tracks, one still in use while the other disused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Only one child played on the disused track, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;rest on the operational track. The train came, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;you were just beside the track interchange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You could make the train change its course to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;disused track and saved most of the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;However, that would also mean the lone child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Or would you rather let the train go its way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;make................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;No cheating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Most people might choose to divert the course of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;the train,  and sacrifice only one child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You might think the same way,  I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Exactly, I thought the same way initially because  to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;most of the children at the expense of only one child was  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;rational decision most people would make normally and emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;But,  have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens  around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially  in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the  interest of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;the majority, no matter  how foolish or ignorant the majority  are, and how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a  tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The friend who forwarded me the story said he would not try to change the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;perational  track should have known very well that track was still in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;use,and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;never thought the train could come over to that track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.If the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by  sacrificing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people  to save these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;few kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the  right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"Remember that what's right isn't always popular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;and what's popular isn't always right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;erasers on pencils.&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/8984690-112019562877601827?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112019562877601827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112019562877601827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112019562877601827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112019562877601827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/07/decision-making.html' title='Decision making'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-112018505387813050</id><published>2005-06-30T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:30:53.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet world......</title><content type='html'>Of late i have been noticing my behaviour&lt;br /&gt;and the effect internet is having on my behaviour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice that i have been spending quite some time on this internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people spend time much more than needed in people who they have never met&lt;br /&gt;over the internet&lt;br /&gt;make good friends and loose friends whom are available&lt;br /&gt;just because ur online friends write good things and send wonderful emoicons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i question....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they really mean it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do people whom u never meet say more lies than people whom you can meet??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people  who know that they will never be identified and you can never meet them in your life time... flirt with you fearlessly and play with your heart... and do not care with your feelings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheras people who know u can meet them... take ur feelings more seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u have to say about it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-112018505387813050?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/112018505387813050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=112018505387813050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112018505387813050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/112018505387813050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/internet-world.html' title='The internet world......'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111984944363538710</id><published>2005-06-27T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T14:11:34.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children.....</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... Children... have you thought about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they are young have you seen them as they follow the parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to catch their parents foot steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u guess while they are walking behind them in a beach them where do they step on sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 out of 10 times on the foot prints of one of their parents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they grow bigger... bolder they try to walk alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they think that they are different --- this is teenage... when u feel u can do things better than others and all you see is barriers and a feeling as if no one understands you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come to twenties .... you become mature.... but u still want to be different....&lt;br /&gt;but you can identify similarities... with their parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once one crosses 30's every year the person becomes more like their parents as they were.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eating in a similar way... liking similar food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking similar way.... and mainly thinking becomes similar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then time passes the young boy who is now a man tries to walk confidently on the sand like his father although he knows his parents are not walking in front of him but beside him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from the corner of the eye he sees the his new young chap trying to walk his steps and smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111984944363538710?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111984944363538710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111984944363538710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111984944363538710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111984944363538710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/children.html' title='Children.....'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111976259587339714</id><published>2005-06-26T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T01:09:55.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im sooo sorry</title><content type='html'>I've been in New York and i don't have YIM and i've been so caught up in vacation i forgot to come.  I've been here since the 21st and have been having a blast. we're gunna head down to Jeresey to see my cousins on Tuesday but till then we're staying with my Gramma (grandma). Today we went up to Hudson to see my uncle Scotty and his girlfriend Tammy^^ i got a bunch of new cds yesterday that my gramma found in the cellar. and most of them were ones i've been dying to have! i got a new cd player as well but it seriously eats batteries so i'm gunna use my old one for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad at me if i don't post very often i may forget a lot without you to remind me Rakesh but i will try^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111976259587339714?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111976259587339714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111976259587339714' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111976259587339714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111976259587339714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-sooo-sorry.html' title='im sooo sorry'/><author><name>Taiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06136586647427233722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y81/Wolven_shani/group505.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111974832400199419</id><published>2005-06-25T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T21:12:04.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COOKING</title><content type='html'>I have noticed of recently something about cooking and here i share with you all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me tel you about myself ... I have never had any formal education when it comes to cooking....&lt;br /&gt;My mom never told me too cook...&lt;br /&gt;But yes I am My Mama's Boy and I ever since I remember I always walk behind my mother caring a book telling her everything I read in the book...&lt;br /&gt;So I would say a major part of my School studies occured in the Kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;So there has been many opportunites in which my mom will tell me to have an eye on what she is cooking and put of the LPG stove when it is done.....&lt;br /&gt;that is all i know about cooking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now recently I learnt cooking from a person anmd the style of cooking is quite different from my mom's...&lt;br /&gt;Also I have of recently started taking receipes from friends on what they cook and how they cook as I knew i need to learn to cook as it is needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it happened as expected I had to began cooking....&lt;br /&gt;and I have noticed even after learning cooking from people who food tastes different from my mom's&lt;br /&gt;I have ended up making stuff like my mom...&lt;br /&gt;Some even tastes like hers.... wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what is the reason behind this--&lt;br /&gt;1. Like a few things knowledge of cooking can also be got subconsiously... so i learnt subconsiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I guess all people food taste similar and i had my mo's food for a long time so all i can colaborate my taste of food to my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am bad learner that even after learning cooking from people I screw up and to be satisfy myself I tell that it tastes like my mom's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u all think..&lt;br /&gt;give your views...&lt;br /&gt;also if anyone who reads this cooks please do tell me do you cook food similar to your mom  or is it totally different from what ur mom cooks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111974832400199419?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111974832400199419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111974832400199419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111974832400199419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111974832400199419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/cooking.html' title='COOKING'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111966668748473806</id><published>2005-06-24T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:36:35.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Girls think.... A man's view Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It has been from eternity that never has a man understood what a woman really thinks... what is behind that eyes that glow and sparkle when necessary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To began this series a few things I have noticed about boys and girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Part 1- Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two boys can be closest friends but may not even talk&lt;br /&gt;all they do is throw a ball to each other... go to a bar together... sit and watch tv together&lt;br /&gt;communication is not necessary between two guys to be the closest friends&lt;br /&gt;as long his best friend can sit with him all through a ball game and support his team they will be the best friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently met a close friend of mine i guess we met about 8 yrs later we had no communication but 3 minutes into the meeting we went back to same old pal situation no issues and we are still the best friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this episode made me think do girls think the same thing have life simple like a boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls by nature are not so simple creatures&lt;br /&gt;I guess they are not because they are the epitome of a relationship&lt;br /&gt;all relationship in a family surrounds around one female.. always&lt;br /&gt;It is as if that Male is just a person whose responsibility is to bring food regualarly&lt;br /&gt;family contacts, maintainance of relationship&lt;br /&gt;upbringing of a child depends on a woman...&lt;br /&gt;even in the man dominated family ( which is decreasing day by day) woman are the anchor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with this basal knowledge how do u expect two girls who are friends to behave&lt;br /&gt;do they behave like boys sit around watch TV nd become good friends&lt;br /&gt;the answer is no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls need to talk.. talk anything from gossip to gossip&lt;br /&gt;like to be appreciated and want to be supported ( all though girls need support from their friends for a friendship but men are the ones who need support and caring in a relationship..isn't it an irony)&lt;br /&gt;A woman needs another woman but a man needs a woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendship in girls breaks if communication is lost&lt;br /&gt;and when they remeet it takes more than 3 min to be best pals again..&lt;br /&gt;A girl needs to know what her friend support not some team in a ball game but her view point in the surrounding environment&lt;br /&gt;Is she worthy enough to have an alliance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the reason a guy can sit watch TV and not think as he does not see the weight playing around in the surrounding but enjoy the moment...&lt;br /&gt;unlike a girl who in her basal state thinks about how to interact with a particular person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question is in this complex society will it be simple if girls start behaving like boys...&lt;br /&gt;or will it go worse...&lt;br /&gt; what do u say...&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/8984690-111966668748473806?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111966668748473806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111966668748473806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111966668748473806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111966668748473806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-girls-think-mans-view-part-1.html' title='What Girls think.... A man&apos;s view Part 1'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111966514718803996</id><published>2005-06-24T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:05:47.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems ... and post...</title><content type='html'>These days i am browsing through a few blogs getting idea how to improve my blog...&lt;br /&gt;few things i have noticed people like to visit blogs&lt;br /&gt;where people write poems...&lt;br /&gt;and people comment on them and try to identify the meaning of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but  i can write a few views about what i am seeing in canada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being in a such a position i meet a lot of people&lt;br /&gt;most of my intereaction over the past few months has been with a lot of girls&lt;br /&gt;so  i have decided write about girls outlooks noticed through a man's eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following will be a series where i plan to cover every aspect of girls attitude what i think and how they react...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope my attempt become a success..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111966514718803996?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111966514718803996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111966514718803996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111966514718803996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111966514718803996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/poems-and-post.html' title='Poems ... and post...'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111957700689295292</id><published>2005-06-23T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:42:39.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs</title><content type='html'>these days i am browsing through blogs&lt;br /&gt;learning how people write&lt;br /&gt;how people get comments&lt;br /&gt;do you know i went to this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geebaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.geebaby.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl gets 20 comments per day&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;imagine the fan following&lt;br /&gt;i have gone through her blog&lt;br /&gt;and i plan to do  bring few changes&lt;br /&gt;in the type of post i do&lt;br /&gt;most of my post lack creativity it is more of a bordom type rather than love to post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see  difference in class of blog  between mine and others&lt;br /&gt;i know i have always had my own class heheehee&lt;br /&gt;but i plan to improve my class of post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all regular readers expect a big change soon...&lt;br /&gt;a lot of interesting things i plan to post&lt;br /&gt;and all team members thanx for the support&lt;br /&gt;please do contribute as you are all doing a good job...&lt;br /&gt;with your support i could not have reached this level of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i will go into my thinking bubble and think something creative&lt;br /&gt;something like petra posted today...&lt;br /&gt;hope something good comes out of my brain in this attempt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all peopledo  remember i am guy&lt;br /&gt;and you know how much guys think and what the end up producing&lt;br /&gt;so if something bad comes out&lt;br /&gt;do not mind&lt;br /&gt;hehheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do not forget to give some advice so that i can improve this blog....&lt;br /&gt;do put ur views in the comment section&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111957700689295292?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111957700689295292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111957700689295292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111957700689295292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111957700689295292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogs.html' title='blogs'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111953525603100608</id><published>2005-06-23T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T10:00:56.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A wonderful poem touching my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Don't hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide the secret in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me,in confidence.&lt;br /&gt;You,who smile so kindly,&lt;br /&gt;say it whispering,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will listen to it,&lt;br /&gt;not my ears.&lt;br /&gt;The night is deep,&lt;br /&gt;the house surrounded by silence,&lt;br /&gt;the birds' nests shut up during sleep time.&lt;br /&gt;Reveal to me,&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of hesitating tears,&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of tembling smiles,&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of pain and shame,&lt;br /&gt;the secret or your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rabindranath Tagore )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111953525603100608?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111953525603100608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111953525603100608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111953525603100608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111953525603100608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/wonderful-poem-touching-my-heart.html' title='A wonderful poem touching my heart...'/><author><name>tttttttttrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111947687756373161</id><published>2005-06-22T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:47:57.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the day today</title><content type='html'>today was a boring dad&lt;br /&gt;i did not go to work&lt;br /&gt;so all day i was bored&lt;br /&gt;i do not know what i am doing&lt;br /&gt;but i feel somedays should be like this when u count minutes to pass by before u can go to bed&lt;br /&gt;but i feel such days are supposed to be less&lt;br /&gt;it feels awkwards&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i guess this what all live is all about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111947687756373161?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111947687756373161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111947687756373161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111947687756373161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111947687756373161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-today.html' title='the day today'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984690.post-111937134942759837</id><published>2005-06-21T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:17:56.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Petra</title><content type='html'>one of my best friend Petra joins the blog&lt;br /&gt;she is the girl who taught me and broaden my horizons&lt;br /&gt;i am so so happy that she has joined this blog yuppii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my singapore friend also joins this blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8984690-111937134942759837?l=occurence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/feeds/111937134942759837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8984690&amp;postID=111937134942759837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111937134942759837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8984690/posts/default/111937134942759837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://occurence.blogspot.com/2005/06/petra.html' title='Petra'/><author><name>Rakesh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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