<?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-4143569378556100769</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:45:03.611-08:00</updated><category term='Sardar Jokes'/><category term='Story'/><category term='Humor articles'/><category term='Friendship And Care'/><category term='Quotes from Buddhism'/><category term='Friendship And Care(sms)'/><category term='FLIRTS AND SATTIRES (Hindi sms)'/><category term='Santa Banta jokes'/><category term='Extremely funny jokes'/><category term='FRIENDSHIP AND CARE (Hindi)'/><category term='Amazing tricky pictures'/><category term='Flirts and Sattires'/><category term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>Free sms, jokes and more</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-3077994801800730668</id><published>2009-05-24T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:06:27.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>Herd of Buffaloes</title><content type='html'>Dean and Jerry were riding a train across the west. Jerry looked out the window and saw a whole lot of buffalo roaming the range. Look at the buch of buffalo said Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Don't say bunch, say herd.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Herd what.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Herd of Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Sure, I have heard of buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: No, a buffalo herd.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: I don't care what a buffalo heard I ain't said nothing that I'm ashamed of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Source : The Himalayan Times&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/4143569378556100769-3077994801800730668?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3077994801800730668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=3077994801800730668' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3077994801800730668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3077994801800730668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/05/herd-of-buffaloes.html' title='Herd of Buffaloes'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-1770535676074326970</id><published>2009-02-16T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:24:41.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>I need some rest</title><content type='html'>The boss asked a clerk who was working in his office, "Well why didn't you take any holidays this year?' The clerk replied,'Sir, I needed some rest.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-1770535676074326970?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1770535676074326970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=1770535676074326970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1770535676074326970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1770535676074326970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-need-some-rest.html' title='I need some rest'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-2622900543322243728</id><published>2009-02-10T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:08:30.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>How to get the key?</title><content type='html'>Leo and Sam exited and locket the car in a hurry, forgetting to remove the key which was in the ignition. Realizing the mistake, Leo asked, "Why don't we get a coat hanger to open it?""No, that won't work" answered Sam. "People will think we're trying to break in." Then Leo suggested,"What if we use a pocket knife to cut around the rubber, then stick a finger in and pull the lock?" "No,"said Sam. "People will think we're too dumb to use a coat hanger.""Well," sighed Leo, "we'd better think of something fast. It's starting to rain, and the sun roof is open!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2622900543322243728?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2622900543322243728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2622900543322243728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2622900543322243728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2622900543322243728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-get-key.html' title='How to get the key?'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8157138623762006518</id><published>2009-01-09T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:16:06.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Surprised boy!</title><content type='html'>Once there was a boy with supernatural power whose words could come real. But he could not do anything for his study and his father beat him hard for failing the exam. The boy was so angry that he said, "My damn father will die tomorrow." Early the next morning, there was crying voices coming from outside. And the boy was shocked to notice that one of his neighborhood man had died the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8157138623762006518?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8157138623762006518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8157138623762006518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8157138623762006518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8157138623762006518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprised-boy.html' title='Surprised boy!'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-7901459043884321774</id><published>2009-01-05T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:27:45.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor articles'/><title type='text'>A Drunk and a Preacher...</title><content type='html'>A drunk and a preacher were driving up a mountainside in different vehicles. The drunk was swerving from side to side; the preacher was driving straight and true. All of a sudden, the preacher lost control and drove off the edge of a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;The drunk noticed the preacher going off the edge, so he stopped his car and went to see if he was all right. He noticed the preacher was climbing up the hillside. He yelled down at the preacher,"Are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;And the preacher replied, "Have no fear my son, I had the Lord riding with me."&lt;br /&gt;The drunk then yelled back, "You had better let him ride with me next time cuz you gonna get him killed.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source - The Himalayan Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7901459043884321774?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7901459043884321774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7901459043884321774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7901459043884321774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7901459043884321774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/drunk-and-preacher.html' title='A Drunk and a Preacher...'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-5124107952295669121</id><published>2009-01-04T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:03:02.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Eat The Grass</title><content type='html'>A tramp decided he would shame Sardar into giving him some money, so he went on his hands and knees and began to eat the grass in Sardar's front garden.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar stuck his head out the window and asked him what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;'I'm eating the grass,' said the tramp, 'because I am starving.'&lt;br /&gt;'Come on in', said Sardar, " and I will let you into my back garden. The grass is much longer there. '&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-5124107952295669121?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5124107952295669121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=5124107952295669121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5124107952295669121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5124107952295669121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/eat-grass.html' title='Eat The Grass'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-7505896294396296567</id><published>2009-01-03T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:04:51.890-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Shave my...</title><content type='html'>A man went into a barber's shop and asked the barber how much a haircut was.&lt;br /&gt;'A pound,' said the barber.&lt;br /&gt;'And how much for a shave?' asked the man.&lt;br /&gt;'Fifty pence,' said the barber.&lt;br /&gt;'Shave my head.' said the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7505896294396296567?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7505896294396296567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7505896294396296567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7505896294396296567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7505896294396296567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/shave-my.html' title='Shave my...'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-2718912727368310161</id><published>2009-01-03T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:23:29.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Save Fare..</title><content type='html'>A Sardar's son burst into the house and said to his father, "Daddy, Daddy, I ran home behind the bus and saved ten pence."&lt;br /&gt;The Sardar replied, "You could have done better son. You could have run home behind a taxi and saved fifty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2718912727368310161?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2718912727368310161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2718912727368310161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2718912727368310161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2718912727368310161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-fare.html' title='Save Fare..'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6051244836059434817</id><published>2009-01-03T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:23:07.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>Drink EveryBody!</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar, sits at the counter and says, "Drinks, everybody one me, even you bartender, put it on my tab." Every one got a drink and thanked the man. After a while the man says, "Drinks, everybody on me, even you bar tender. Put it on my tab." Everybody got their drinks and thanked the man. The bartender pulls the man to the side and asks him,"You know this is going to be a lot of money, can you pay for this?"&lt;br /&gt;The man says,"NO" The bartender takes the man in the back, beats him up and throws him out the back door. The man brushes himself off, and goes back into the bar.&lt;br /&gt;He sits down and says, "Drinks, everybody, on me. Except for you bartender, you don't know know how to act when you got drunk."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6051244836059434817?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6051244836059434817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6051244836059434817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6051244836059434817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6051244836059434817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/drink-everybody.html' title='Drink EveryBody!'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-529122373551933293</id><published>2009-01-02T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T02:39:04.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Counting Money Before...</title><content type='html'>Sardar had a toothache so he went to visit the dentist. As he sat nervously in the dentist's chair he fumbled in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;'There's no need to pay me in advance,' said the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;'Well its not that at all, I'm just counting my money before you put me under gas.', replied the Sardar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-529122373551933293?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/529122373551933293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=529122373551933293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/529122373551933293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/529122373551933293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-money-before.html' title='Counting Money Before...'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6047080587400166171</id><published>2009-01-01T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:47:23.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Better Smell</title><content type='html'>Sardar was taking his girlfriend for a drive on his motorbike. As they passed a hot dog stand she sighed,'My, those hot dogs smell nice.'&lt;br /&gt;'Hold on a moment.' said Sardar gallantly.'I'll drive a little closer so you can get a better smell.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6047080587400166171?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6047080587400166171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6047080587400166171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6047080587400166171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6047080587400166171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-smell.html' title='Better Smell'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-4471959863995516960</id><published>2009-01-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:39:43.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Kicked Her Teeth</title><content type='html'>Sardar recieved Rs 50,000 for injuries recieved in a traffic accident while his wife recieved Rs 10,000.&lt;br /&gt;'How badly injured was your wife?' a friend asked.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, my wife wasn't injured in the accident at all,' replied the Sardar,'but I had the presence of mind to kick her in the teeth before the police arrived.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-4471959863995516960?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4471959863995516960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=4471959863995516960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4471959863995516960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4471959863995516960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/kicked-her-teeth.html' title='Kicked Her Teeth'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-5776712966129763774</id><published>2009-01-01T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:34:27.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>High Fare</title><content type='html'>Sardar asked a bus conductor how much the bus fare into the city was.&lt;br /&gt;"Fifteen pence,' said the conductor.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar thought this was a bit much so he decided to run behind the bus for few stops.&lt;br /&gt;'How much is the fare now?' he panted, after running three stops behind the bus.&lt;br /&gt;'Still fifteen pence,' said the conductor.&lt;br /&gt;Sardar ran three further stops behind the bus and could just about manage to ask the conductor again what the fare was now.&lt;br /&gt;'Twenty pence,'said the conductor. 'You're running in wrong direction.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-5776712966129763774?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5776712966129763774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=5776712966129763774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5776712966129763774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5776712966129763774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/high-fare.html' title='High Fare'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-4143324737150815136</id><published>2009-01-01T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:32:05.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Depends On How Hard I KIck!</title><content type='html'>A football fan told his friend,'Even my dog watches all the matches with me. When my team wins it jumps up and down and claps its paws. When my team loses it somersaults.'&lt;br /&gt;'How many somersaults?' asked his friend, impressed.&lt;br /&gt;The fan replied, 'It depends on how hard I kick it.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-4143324737150815136?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4143324737150815136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=4143324737150815136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4143324737150815136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4143324737150815136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2009/01/depends-on-how-hard-i-kick.html' title='Depends On How Hard I KIck!'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-2818690827329084725</id><published>2008-12-29T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:16:38.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Sardar robbed</title><content type='html'>Sardar: Last night, a thief showed me a knife and robbed me off!&lt;br /&gt;his friend: But you had a gun, where was it that time?&lt;br /&gt;Sardar: Thank god! I had hidden it well, else the thief would take that too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2818690827329084725?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2818690827329084725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2818690827329084725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2818690827329084725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2818690827329084725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/sardar-robbed.html' title='Sardar robbed'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-7454580615499489655</id><published>2008-12-29T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:03:56.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>Hair Style</title><content type='html'>A guy walks in to the barber shop. The barber asks, "What will it be today?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says,"Well I want it going it with my waves on top, faded on one side, plug the other, and just make it all out of shape and messed up."&lt;br /&gt;The barber says,"Now why in the world do you want your hair cut like that?"&lt;br /&gt;Guy says, "That's how you cut it last time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source- The Himalayan Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7454580615499489655?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7454580615499489655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7454580615499489655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7454580615499489655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7454580615499489655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair-style.html' title='Hair Style'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6547692752080963667</id><published>2008-12-29T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:59:42.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor Jokes'/><title type='text'>Colour the duck</title><content type='html'>A kindergarten teacher handed out a colouring page to her class. ON it was a picture of a duck holding an umbrella. The teacher told her class to color the duck yellow and the umbrella green. But Bobby, the class rebel colored the duck in bright fire truck red. After seeing this, the teacher asked him, "Bobby, how many times have you see a red duck?" Young Bobby replied, "The same number of times I've seen a duck holding an umbrella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source- The Himalayan Times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6547692752080963667?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6547692752080963667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6547692752080963667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6547692752080963667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6547692752080963667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/colour-duck.html' title='Colour the duck'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-7076507701553636903</id><published>2008-12-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:20:44.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Divorce</title><content type='html'>Being tired of their relationship a Sardar and his wife went for the divorce in the court.&lt;br /&gt;Then the judge asks, "How will you divide the three children?"&lt;br /&gt;Then the Sardar replied, "Okay! we will wait for next year and divide two, two...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7076507701553636903?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7076507701553636903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7076507701553636903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7076507701553636903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7076507701553636903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/divorce.html' title='Divorce'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-5271969509687158718</id><published>2008-12-27T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:11:58.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sardar Jokes'/><title type='text'>Bhroooommmm....Can you ride well?</title><content type='html'>There were two Sardars riding their bikes on a highway. The first sardar was a few metres ahead of the second Sardar. Then the second Sardar accelarates Bhrooooooooom.... and reaches at the level of first sardar and says,"look here, can you ride?".&lt;br /&gt;Then the first sardar again acclerates bhroooooooooom.... and goes ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Again the second sardar accelerates bhroooooooooom..... and reaches at the level of first sardar and says, "look here, can you ride?"&lt;br /&gt;This turn by turn bhrooooommmmmm.... and bhrooommmmm continues. At last the second sardar falls down. Then the first sardar came near the fallen sardar and said, "Look paji, can't I ride better than you? Ha ha."&lt;br /&gt;Then the second sardar say, "You should have said it before. I wanted to ask you how to apply brakes, if you could ride well."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-5271969509687158718?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5271969509687158718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=5271969509687158718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5271969509687158718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5271969509687158718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/bhroooommmmcan-you-ride-well.html' title='Bhroooommmm....Can you ride well?'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6656928951383409814</id><published>2008-12-26T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:54:38.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor articles'/><title type='text'>I Am My Own Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>Many many years ago,&lt;br /&gt;when I was twenty-three&lt;br /&gt;I got married to a widow,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty as could be,&lt;br /&gt;This widow had a grown up daughter&lt;br /&gt;with flowing hair of red&lt;br /&gt;My father fell in lover with her,&lt;br /&gt;And soon the two were wed.&lt;br /&gt;This made my dad my son-in-law&lt;br /&gt;And changed my very life&lt;br /&gt;Now my daughter is my mother,&lt;br /&gt;For she is my father's wife.&lt;br /&gt;To complicate the matters worse,&lt;br /&gt;Although it brought me joy.&lt;br /&gt;I soon became the father&lt;br /&gt;of a bouncing baby boy,&lt;br /&gt;My little baby then became&lt;br /&gt;A brother-in-law to dad,&lt;br /&gt;And so became my uncle,&lt;br /&gt;Thought it made me very sad&lt;br /&gt;Then that also made him brother&lt;br /&gt;To the widow's grown up daughter&lt;br /&gt;Who, of course was my stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing right? Go ahead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's wife than had a son,&lt;br /&gt;who kept them on the run&lt;br /&gt;And he became my grandson&lt;br /&gt;For he was my daughter's son,&lt;br /&gt;My wife is now my mother's mother&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me blue.&lt;br /&gt;Because, although she is my wife,&lt;br /&gt;She is my grandma too.&lt;br /&gt;If my wife is my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Mean I am her grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I think of it,&lt;br /&gt;It simply drives me wild.&lt;br /&gt;For now I have become&lt;br /&gt;The strongest case you ever saw,&lt;br /&gt;As the husband of my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;I am my own grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha! Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6656928951383409814?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6656928951383409814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6656928951383409814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6656928951383409814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6656928951383409814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-my-own-grandpa.html' title='I Am My Own Grandpa!'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-7518410938559593722</id><published>2008-12-26T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:46:28.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Gears on a Horse</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a man was riding his horse and he saw a car and saw it changing gears for speed. But his horse did not have any gears so he wishes to have gear for his horse too.&lt;br /&gt;Wandering from shops to shops, he came to a clever shopkeeper. The shop keeper asked him to visit the next day.&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper prepares three pieces of chillies moulded in rod shape(like flour) and sells it to the man. The man then happily goes to check them if they work with his horse.&lt;br /&gt;So he uses his first gear. He inserts the first gear into the horse ass, the poor horse runs very fast. Delighted with the speed the man uses second gear, the horse runs more fast. The man over excited, uses his third gear. Then the angry horse thrown him over.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7518410938559593722?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7518410938559593722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7518410938559593722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7518410938559593722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7518410938559593722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/gears-on-horse.html' title='Gears on a Horse'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-3600272678246554144</id><published>2008-12-25T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:38:23.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Is he crazy?</title><content type='html'>Two friends were talking:&lt;br /&gt;1st : Do you know, my father shaves about fifty time a day.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: What? Is he crazy?&lt;br /&gt;1st : No, he is barber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-3600272678246554144?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3600272678246554144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=3600272678246554144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3600272678246554144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3600272678246554144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-he-crazy.html' title='Is he crazy?'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8569658345982491485</id><published>2008-12-25T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:33:36.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>The prisoner</title><content type='html'>One prisoner used to cut the parts of his body when he grew angry. In this way after he had cut his leg, hand, nose etc, and he thrown them, the jailor said, "Hmm, now I am understanding that slowly and slowly you are trying to get out of the jail."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8569658345982491485?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8569658345982491485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8569658345982491485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8569658345982491485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8569658345982491485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/prisoner.html' title='The prisoner'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8936456739987230097</id><published>2008-12-25T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:28:57.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>Extra Extra</title><content type='html'>Outside city hall, a boy selling newspapers bellowed, "Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Two men swindled!" A man walked up to the boy bought a paper, and sat down to read it. "Hey kind," he protested a few moments later, "there's nothing in here about two men being cheated."&lt;br /&gt;"Extra! Extra! "Shouted the boy. "Three men swindled!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8936456739987230097?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8936456739987230097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8936456739987230097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8936456739987230097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8936456739987230097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/extra-extra.html' title='Extra Extra'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-4136139710510590626</id><published>2008-12-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:42:18.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship And Care(sms)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its not the achievement if you are able to make 1000 friends a year, but the great&lt;br /&gt;achievement to  have one friend for 1000 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep friend is like rainbow, when the perfect amount of happiness and tears r mixed, the&lt;br /&gt;result is a colorful bridge between 2 hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest Love Is Mothers Love....&lt;br /&gt;Shortest Love Is Others Love....&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Loves Is Lovers Love...&lt;br /&gt;But Strongest Love Is Friends Love...&lt;br /&gt;Like U &amp;amp; Me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words begin with A... B... C...&lt;br /&gt;Numbers begin with 1... 2... 3...&lt;br /&gt;Music begins with sa... re... ga...&lt;br /&gt;But friendship begins with U &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacancy in my Heart 4 a True Friend&lt;br /&gt;Eligibility: Loving &amp;amp; Caring,&lt;br /&gt;Duty: To Luv,&lt;br /&gt;Experience: Not required,&lt;br /&gt;Salary: Never Ending Luv,&lt;br /&gt;R U interested?&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/4143569378556100769-4136139710510590626?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4136139710510590626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=4136139710510590626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4136139710510590626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4136139710510590626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-not-achievement-if-you-are-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-4022041799019318629</id><published>2008-12-24T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:16:51.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor articles'/><title type='text'>THE LOVE LETTER</title><content type='html'>Once there was a boy who loved a girl very much. However the girl's father did not like the boy. The boy wanted to write a letter to her but he was sure that the girl's father would read it first. Though he wrote the letter at last to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great love I said i have for you&lt;br /&gt;is gone and finally my dislike for you&lt;br /&gt;increase everyday. When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;I do not even like the way you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I want to marry to do is to&lt;br /&gt;look the other way. I never wanted to&lt;br /&gt;marry you. Our last conversation&lt;br /&gt;was very dull and in no way has&lt;br /&gt;made anxious to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think only of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;br /&gt;life very difficult and I would have no&lt;br /&gt;pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;to give, but it is not a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give you. NO one is more&lt;br /&gt;demanding or selfish than you are and less&lt;br /&gt;able to care for me and be of help to me&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;br /&gt;I speak the turth, you will do me a favour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you consider this is end. Do not try&lt;br /&gt;to answer this; your letter are full of&lt;br /&gt;things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;br /&gt;true concern for you. Good bye! believe me&lt;br /&gt;I do not vare for you. please do not think&lt;br /&gt;I am still your loving friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls father read the letter. He was pleased and then gave the letter to his daughter. The girl read the letter and was very very happy. Why? Because she and the boy had a secret way of writing letter to each other. She only read the odd line numbers. i.e the first line, then third line, then fifth line and so on......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-4022041799019318629?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4022041799019318629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=4022041799019318629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4022041799019318629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/4022041799019318629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-letter.html' title='THE LOVE LETTER'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8121644646111347141</id><published>2008-12-22T07:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:28:59.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>SECRET OF LONG LIFE…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A reporter was interviewing three old persons near a beach.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter (To the first old man) : What is the secret of your long life?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First old man: Well, I never drank alcohol, never smoked tobacco and I have only one wife forever.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter : And what’s your age?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First old man: I’m 90.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter: What about you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second old man : Well I sometimes drank, sometimes smoked and dated often.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter: So, what’s your age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second old man: Well, I am 88.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter: And what about you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third old man : I smoke two-three packet of cigarette every day, always drank alcohol before sleep and dated every woman I go out with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reporter : That sounds great. So, what’s your age?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third old man : 26!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8121644646111347141?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8121644646111347141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8121644646111347141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8121644646111347141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8121644646111347141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-of-long-life.html' title='SECRET OF LONG LIFE…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-354225891532348553</id><published>2008-12-22T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:26:45.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>CHANGE YOUR…</title><content type='html'>Customer : I want to change the car I bought. Because my wife is short, she cannot reach the brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman : Well, we don’t have the tradition of changing the sold thing. Instead you change your wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-354225891532348553?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/354225891532348553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=354225891532348553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/354225891532348553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/354225891532348553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-your.html' title='CHANGE YOUR…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-7520355374763331529</id><published>2008-12-22T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:25:10.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>ADVENTURE COMPUTER GAME…</title><content type='html'>A customer in software and games CD store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer : Well have you got a very good adventure game with excellent graphics, you know something really challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopkeeper : Well in that case have you tried Microsoft Windows Vista?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7520355374763331529?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7520355374763331529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7520355374763331529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7520355374763331529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7520355374763331529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventure-computer-game.html' title='ADVENTURE COMPUTER GAME…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-7887501081145226223</id><published>2008-12-22T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:21:23.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>SECRET OF FASTNESS…</title><content type='html'>One day an aero plane asked a rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aero plane : How do you run so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocket : You cant understand my problem friend. You would have known only if your ass was on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-7887501081145226223?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7887501081145226223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7887501081145226223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7887501081145226223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7887501081145226223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret-of-fastness.html' title='SECRET OF FASTNESS…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-9048658317502684492</id><published>2008-12-22T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:19:43.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>CREDITS….</title><content type='html'>Three guys lived in a room. As they were having their dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st guy: Wow! What a delicious pickles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd guy: Hadn’t I made it, would it have been delicious, Hmm..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd guy: And who made the meat? It’s even tastier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st guy: Hadn’t I made it, would it have been testier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st an 2nd guy : Wow! Most tasteful is the cauliflower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd guy: Hadn’t I fertilized it with my stool, would it have been so tasteful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET OF FASTNESS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an aero plane asked a rocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aero plane : How do you run so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocket : You cant understand my problem friend. You would have known only if your ass was on fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-9048658317502684492?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/9048658317502684492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=9048658317502684492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/9048658317502684492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/9048658317502684492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/credits.html' title='CREDITS….'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6201943898965147061</id><published>2008-12-22T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:18:28.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>FROM WHICH HOLE…</title><content type='html'>Once the death of god, Yamraj wished to meet the three most brilliant persons of the earth. So, ordered to bring the three most brilliant persons from the earth. From all the corners of the world, the three most brilliant persons were brought to the hell, and Yamraj put forward a condition for the three guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamraj: I will give all three of you a chance to ask most difficult questions in this world. If I am not able to answer your question then you would be sent back to the world, but if I told the right answer you will have to stay here forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three brilliant got worried, however they managed to ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st brilliant: What is the exact diameter of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yamraj meditates for a while and then gives exactly the right answer. So, the 1st brilliant lost his chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd brilliant: What is energy mass conversion theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yamraj again meditates for a while and describes the right answer. So, the 2nd brilliant too lost his chance. And finally came the turn of third brilliant. But the very time, he was very much nervous and already full of sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd brilliant: Well can I smoke for a while? This is my last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamraj: Ok! You are given that chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he smoked he kept on thinking a question, and then suddenly he took out a paper from his pocket. He made several holes on the paper, took the paper right back to his ass and gave a BOOOMB….Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd brilliant: So, tell me through which hole did I bombarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Yamraj thought for a while and showed him a paper on the hole through which the gas came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamraj: Isn’t it the right answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd brilliant: (With very much happiness in his face) NO NO. You are wrong. I bombarded through this hole. (pointing to his asshole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6201943898965147061?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6201943898965147061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6201943898965147061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6201943898965147061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6201943898965147061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-which-hole.html' title='FROM WHICH HOLE…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8763508542737430067</id><published>2008-12-22T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:15:14.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>LAST NIGHT…</title><content type='html'>A guy was explaining his last night to his friend. He says “Yesterday night, though staying in bed I couldn’t sleep till the late night. At about midnight I woke up and just walked on for a while and then took a rest. Few moments later, I saw a tiger running towards me like it was coming to eat me up. This annoyed me very much. So I bravely stood up at once to get that tiger down but…?” “What happened then”, his friend asked him so anxiously. Then he replied, “But I found both my pants and underwear below my knees?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interpretation: Actually the guy suffers from diarrhea, and when he goes to toilet where he gets asleep and in dream he sees a tiger.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8763508542737430067?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8763508542737430067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8763508542737430067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8763508542737430067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8763508542737430067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-night.html' title='LAST NIGHT…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-8330160540485359194</id><published>2008-12-22T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:07:53.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>A Boxer and a Champion Runner</title><content type='html'>A boxer went inside the toilet attached to the waiting room at a railway station. For fear of losing his overcoat, he fastened a card on it and left it on a stand in the room. The following lines were scribbled on the card “owned by a famous boxer who will be back in a few minutes.” After sometime he came back to take his overcoat on the stand he found a card which read, “Taken by a champion runner who is not coming back”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-8330160540485359194?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8330160540485359194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=8330160540485359194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8330160540485359194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/8330160540485359194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxer-and-champion-runner.html' title='A Boxer and a Champion Runner'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-3293418523686279393</id><published>2008-02-28T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:19:02.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>THE GOD OF SOUP...</title><content type='html'>A kid was eating a bowl of hot soup with his steel spoon. Mistakenly, the spoon fell down in the bowl and the kid started crying. After sometime, the soup god emerged out of the soup and asked the kid why he was crying. The boy explained what happened. Then the soup god drowned down and after a while again emerged with a golden spoon in his hand and asked the boy whether it was his spoon. The kid looked at the spoon and he remembered the moral story of the woodcutter. So, the kid frankly said that it was not his spoon. Then again the soup god drowned down and came up with silver spoon. This time too the boy said that it was not his spoon. Finally, the soup god came up with the steel spoon of the kid and asked if it belonged to him. The kid was happy to see his spoon and accepted that it was his spoon. Then the soup god looked round the spoon and liked it and said, “ Oh! Boy this spoon is so good. I won’t give you.”, and drowned again. The kid then started crying wyah wyah……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-3293418523686279393?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3293418523686279393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=3293418523686279393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3293418523686279393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/3293418523686279393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-of-soup.html' title='THE GOD OF SOUP...'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-5601863660187484242</id><published>2008-02-05T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:30:03.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extremely funny jokes'/><title type='text'>SINGULAR OR PLURAL…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the lecture on singular and plural nouns,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the teacher asks to the student.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Is trousers singular or plural noun?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Singular at the top and plural at the buttom.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-5601863660187484242?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5601863660187484242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=5601863660187484242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5601863660187484242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5601863660187484242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/extremely-funny-jokes-last-night-guy.html' title='SINGULAR OR PLURAL…'/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-1026928335375700061</id><published>2008-02-02T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:29:55.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Banta jokes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Santa Banta jokes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Banta sent sms to &lt;span style=""&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sender is great and reader is foolish. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa got angry and replied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Sender is foolish and reader is great. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial Black&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt; How do you recognize Santa's son, Pappu, in School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt; He is the one who erases the books when the teacher erases the board.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Singh&lt;/b&gt; decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chicks to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;A month later he returned to the dealer for another hundred chicks because all of the first lot had died.&lt;br /&gt;Another month later he was back at the dealers for another hundred chicks, for the second lot had also died.&lt;br /&gt;'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said Santa. 'I think I'm planting them too deep.' &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa&lt;/b&gt; - "why are all these people running?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banta&lt;/b&gt; - "This is a race, the winner will get the cup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santa&lt;/b&gt; - "If only the winner will get the cup, why are the others running?"&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Photographer Santa was focusing on the dead body's face in a funeral function.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all the relatives started beating him - why?&lt;br /&gt;He said "SMILE PLEASE"&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Looking at a glass inverted on a table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Banta&lt;/b&gt; : Look what a glass there is. Its closed at the top and open at the buttom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Santa &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Ya! What a glass it is. And if the glass was opened at the top, anything poured into it would flow away from the buttom. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Once a lady calls Santa for repairing her door bell. After Santa didn’t come in 4 days, in the fifth day she calls Santa and asks the reason. Then Santa replies, “I have been coming to your house since 4 days. I rang the doorbell but no one replied so I thought no one was there in the home.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Nurse: Congrats Santa, you have become a father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa: Wow! But please don’t tell it to my wife, I will surprise her by myself. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jeeto: If you tell something to a man, it goes in one ear &amp;amp; comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;Santa: If you &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tell a woman something, it goes in both ears &amp;amp; comes out of the mouth. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Santa &amp;amp; his wife filed an application for divorce, the Judge asked: "How will you divide, you have 3 children?"&lt;br /&gt;Then came Santa's reply: "Ok! We'll apply NEXT YEAR."&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-1026928335375700061?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1026928335375700061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=1026928335375700061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1026928335375700061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1026928335375700061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/02/santa-banta-jokes-banta-sent-sms-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6502119081606049841</id><published>2008-01-22T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:07:24.137-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am the Killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="text-indent: 0.5in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ah! Love, hate, whatever…I'm tired of these words. I was happy with my life when I was a kid. And specially, when I had a friend like Sam, the friend with whom my whole life is associated and no doubt he was my best friend. Those innocence of our childhood and the nonsense works and the moments we shook our hands for each nonsense, I can't just forget. After all, he is no more in this world. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Studying together the whole school life, we joined the same college again because we were so much depended on each other. We had grown up but our childhood had not gone. And still, we used to irritate others. We were so glad of our friendship and I hope my classmates too were jealous of our strong friendship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Days went on and on. One day as we were about to leave the college gate, I got knocked and felt down. And I became the subject for joke to everyone who were watching. She gave her hands to me and helped me stand up and with her innocent smile; she said "sorry" to me. And I smiled in return and just said "it's ok". By then, Sam introduced me to her. Her name was Ani, one of the students of our college. My friendship with her started this way and I had not thought this small incident had so much to do with my life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Within few days, I became close to her. All three of us were good friends. And one day, Ani invited us for dinner in her birthday and we got chance to introduce with her parents. Days passed, months passed and within this, we became closer and closer. We spent most of the time together, studied together during exams and so on. And after exam, we had the free time, so we had the chance to roam here and there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I realized, I was falling for Ani. I began to think constantly about her. Her innocent face played on my mind. Day and night I began to think about her. The moments she walked or sat by my side, I felt so special. I felt her like someone of my own, like she was the one whom the god had sent to this world just for me. And I felt like, she too liked me. But I couldn't confess my love to her for so many days. I shared my feelings with Sam, the only one with whom my secrets are shared. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I gathered enough courage on me and I vividly remember that moment, I stood in front of her, watched straight on her innocent, beautiful eyes and led the words of my heart flow through my lips. Though I stammered a bit, I was happy that my love was confessed. She looked startled and after small silence, she finally looked at me and said, "I can't answer you right now. I need time."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I waited and waited, so desperately for her reply. Some moments I feared and some moments comforted me with the sweet dreams of marrying her. But I was fateless that my every dream broke down into pieces when I got the negative response. I was speechless at her answer and felt like to cry on and on. I was so blindly in love with her that I couldn’t just control me and my moments passed desperately. Finally I said to her that I would always be loving her. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My ways of thinking had changed, my childhood had gone and most of the time I felt my life dissatisfied and somewhat ruined. There was still a hope that she will one day accept me and with that hope I lived. I waited for that day when she would come to me and look at my eyes and would confess that she too loved me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Finally, the day of graduation came. On the same day, Sam organized a party in his home and so we joined it. Ani too was there and my eyes always searched her to steal a sight of her innocent, beautiful face. It was the great celebration and we danced and enjoyed. By the time, there was so much change in my relation with Ani. After dancing so much, I got tired and I went to Sam's room for some rest. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I sat on a sofa and began to rest, but my mind was busy thinking about her. And I closed my eyes for a while. When I opened my eyes, I saw a dark blue colored diary on Sam's bookshelf. I was attracted to it and just thought to have a look at it. I slowly stood up and stretched forward to get the diary. At first I thought not to read what's inside and I didn’t know about Sam's habit of writing in diary. As I was going to put the diary back right where it belonged, a photo felt down. And I slowly bent down to see what was there. I took it by my hand and turned it. Ah! It was Ani and Sam. I got startled and almost fainted. I sat down with the photo in my hand. I was getting confused, shocked and my heart pounded faster and faster. I turned on the diary and went through it. And then much more startling fact was that Sam and Ani were in love since so many months, and they were soon getting married. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My eyes started to fill with tears. I was betrayed, the friend to whom I believed to that extent just betrayed me. Everything was intolerable. I was getting furious for everything, both with Sam and Ani. I became made in Sam's room and just had no idea what to do. I put the diary back on its original place and looked out from the window. There I was Sam and Ani, still dancing with each other and then I looked to myself, damned, fateless and betrayed. &lt;b&gt;The little hope I had also faded to the darkness and then everything was over.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I was getting mad and didn’t know how the thought came, the most dangerous thought, the thought to end everything. The thought to take the life of Sam, Ani and myself. I was crazy, crazy with the fury and I went straight to Sam and Ani. Then, after all when I knew the fact, I felt that they were disturbed when I was there. I smiled at them and slowly went to the other side. I drank and drank almost to the unconsciousness. Then at first I decided to take the life of Sam. And I slowly took out poison and my hands shook as I mixed it with the drink. I gave a look at Sam and then looked down once. Then at once I stood up, took the drink straight to Sam, looked at his eyes and gave him the drink with my innocent smile but the dangerous intention. He was already drunk and just took the drink and at once drank it. The poison would affect him within an hour and I was waiting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Then I went to take another drink for Ani. And again I slowly took out the poison but before I mixed it, I got caught by Sam. I dropped the poison from my hand and his wet eyes watched constantly at me. He raised his hand and slapped me at once. And then everyone noticed and there was a big silence, every eye looked confusingly at us. Ani came running to us and in bewilderment asked what just happened. Suddenly, Sam started coughing and bleeding, and felt down. Ani started crying and shouting what was going on. And in front of me, my best friend closed his eyes. By then the thought of killing Ani had already gone. I couldn’t kill her then. I sat down and started shouting, crying and even whining in my fate. After a while, police reached there. I got handcuffed and took to the jail. I had no courage to look back to Ani anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;My temper had then fallen down. Then I was only regretting and crying on and on. I got sentenced to the jail for the whole life. And after few days I got the notice that Ani too committed suicide. &lt;b&gt;Now the life is the punishment for me.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I can't live, just can’t.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Everything is over but still I am languishing. I am the killer, the killer of my best friend Sam, the killer of my love, Ani. Please sentence me to death, I am suffocated. I want to die, someone please listen. Please sentence me to death. Please….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Samir Desar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6502119081606049841?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6502119081606049841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6502119081606049841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6502119081606049841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6502119081606049841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-killer-ah-love-hate-whateverim.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-2561626103665189180</id><published>2008-01-22T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:09:05.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   It was the Illusion…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;It was cold morning still dark. The street lights were still on. It was winter season and so the nights were longer than the days. The street was free from crowd, so the environment was tranquil and peaceful. The cold winter air was blowing and I was shivering with it. My feet were striding forward as I had given time to my friend and he would be waiting. I kept walking with my hands in the pocket.&lt;br /&gt; Something struck my mind as I was walking. I said to myself, “It was good that I took her out of my mind.” And then my mind was converging to my past. The past in which she scribbled something in my heart that I couldn't ever understand and I kept gazing at it to give it a meaning, but worthless.&lt;br /&gt;Those days, still in my reminiscence, I used to think of her. I used to notice her smiles, her grins and her talking styles. Her grins especially made me loose my heart out of my dominion. I wanted to get rid of it but what could be done of the irrepressible heart. I didn’t want myself to indulge in such things but her grins impelled me and I couldn’t control my heart.&lt;br /&gt;  She used to be in my mind, in my dream, in my imagination and in my own entire world all the time. When she came near to me I used to get flustered. When she talked or laughed with someone I used to get my heart disturbed. My heart used to leap up in her happiness, and get frustrated in her trouble. &lt;br /&gt; But my feelings, she never knew because I didn’t want it. I didn’t want myself get indulged in it. Those inexplicable feelings of my heart as I confined within myself and so never got revealed and ended within myself.&lt;br /&gt; I suddenly looked at my watch. I was getting late so I had to take strenuous striding steps. My past was hovering around me as I was walking. I said, “Now it’s all finished. No more frustrations in her trouble, no more heart disturbances and no more the flustering moments.” Then I smiled a little remembering my craziness of those days. &lt;br /&gt; How flexible our mind is, how dynamic our thinking is, everything, the restlessness of our heart. I thought so much of her those days, why are they gone? Where are they gone? As defined by all, such feelings are called love and people go on judging their love and all who fall in love say to themselves how true their love is. Yes, that time I too said to myself that my love is true; I love her truly and from heart and so on. How big and how strange the illusion was? Had my love been true, how I could forget her so easily only when I knew that she already had someone else in her life.&lt;br /&gt; Was it my jealousness, that I was so disturbed when I unexpectedly saw her with him on the way? Why did I felt so depressed with it? What was the pain in my heart? Why did my heart get hurt that time? And for all these questions, I said to myself that was the time, that present that have been past now where my heart had those feelings. And also it is the time that has healed all the sufferings and now I feel like I was never hurt, forgot all the pains. Instead those moments that pained me that time, now made me feel cosy in reminiscence and smile within myself analyzing within myself how crazy I was. I concluded it is the time that heals everything.&lt;br /&gt; And from far I saw my friend waiting for me. He was with me also at the moment where once my heart broke; I mean at the moment, the illusion rammed my heart. When our eyes met from the distant, we smiled at each other and then again I remembered my smile to her when I saw her with her special one.&lt;br /&gt; May be that was the illusion, but I still hope I will get into bigger illusion and the illusion that won't end until my death and even forever that my soul will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;           -Angel Maharjan &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2561626103665189180?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2561626103665189180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2561626103665189180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2561626103665189180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2561626103665189180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-illusion-it-was-cold-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-2939525172045686224</id><published>2008-01-21T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:39:07.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amazing tricky pictures'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amazing tricky pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fixed your eyes to the picture and make it a little bit blur. Go on seeing you will see a very beautiful picture hidden in the amazing art. You will see different shapes that are seen backward and some of the parts get aside as a background. They are very interesting picture. It is true that it is very tricky, but when you can see a picture carefully you will be able to see all such pictures easily and more conveniently. So don’t give up try on making your vision concentrated on the picture. I recommend you to download the picture so that you can see it nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UYaBBULOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AQkvs86yspM/s1600-h/3D-Buddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158055783452388578" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UYaBBULOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AQkvs86yspM/s320/3D-Buddha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate on the picture until you see a single big Buddha among the number of Buddhas.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UadxBULPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HvNwFoflPjM/s1600-h/3D1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158058046900153586" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UadxBULPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HvNwFoflPjM/s320/3D1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UbnhBULQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q2fD6hww0iM/s1600-h/3D2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158059313915505922" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UbnhBULQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Q2fD6hww0iM/s320/3D2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UcURBULRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9fFZ3vf8_bA/s1600-h/3D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158060082714651922" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UcURBULRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9fFZ3vf8_bA/s320/3D3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R68og4iwPXI/AAAAAAAAABM/ClyZHdEW5fI/s1600-h/3D5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R68og4iwPXI/AAAAAAAAABM/ClyZHdEW5fI/s320/3D5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165391843016326514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R68qvoiwPZI/AAAAAAAAABc/JmjKAiw1XLg/s1600-h/3D4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R68qvoiwPZI/AAAAAAAAABc/JmjKAiw1XLg/s320/3D4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165394295442652562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2939525172045686224?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2939525172045686224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2939525172045686224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2939525172045686224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2939525172045686224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-tricky-pictures-fixed-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8kRq_8zMuLk/R5UYaBBULOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AQkvs86yspM/s72-c/3D-Buddha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143569378556100769.post-7755856151229155672</id><published>2008-01-21T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:39:18.222-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes from Buddhism'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;QUOTES FROM BUDDHISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He who offends an offenceless man, ….against such a fool the evil reverts, like fine dust thrown against the wind. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The fool who knows his foolishness is wise at any rate so far. But the fool who thinks himself wise, he is a fool indeed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Anger, alas! How it changes the comely face! How it destroys the loveliness of beauty!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In order to terminate all suffering, be earnest in performing good deeds. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Let us now unite in the practice of what is good, cherishing a gentle and sympathizing heart, and carefully cultivating good faith and righteousness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He who is tender to all that lives is protected by heaven and loved by men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Virtuous deeds should be practiced to day; for who can say but we may die tomorrow?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Short indeed is the life of man; within a hundred years he dies; or if any one lives longer, then he dies of old age.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The evil-doer suffers both in this world and in the next. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Hell was not created by anyone. The fire of the angry mind produces the fire of hell, and consumes its possessor. When a person does evil, he lights the fire of hell, and burns with his own fire. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;He who does wrong, O king, come to feel remorse. But he who does well feels no remorse, and feeling no remorse, gladness will spring up within him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If you see others lamenting, join in their lamentations: if thou hear others rejoicing, join in their joy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;May I never, even in a dream, be guilty of theft, adultery, drunkenness, life-slaughter, and untruthfulness. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The present is an imperfect existence; …I pray for greater perfection in the next. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;All the people were bound close in family love and friendship. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This world is afflicted with death and decay; therefore the wise do no grieve, knowing the terms of the world. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Have respect for the aged as though they are thy father and mother: love the young as thy children or younger brother. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The man of wisdom should do what is beneficial to other beings, by abstaining from selfish aspirations even so far as to sacrifice his own body. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;There is not a spot upon earth, neither in the sky, neither in the sea, neither in the mountain-clefts, where an (evil) deed does not bring trouble to the doer. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Whatsoever living beings there are, feeble or strong, small or large, seen or not seen, …..may all creatures be happy-minded. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Health is the greatest of gifts, contentment the best of riches. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;IF thou be born in the poor man’s hovel, yet have wisdom, then wilt thou be like the lotus-flower growing out of the mire. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The rich who is not contented endures the pain of poverty. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All beings desire happiness; therefore to all extend your benevolence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like as a mother at the risk of her life watcher over her only child, so also let every one cultivate towards all beings a friendly mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcome evil by good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an end of selfishness is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a man conquer a thousand thousand men in battle, a greater conqueror still is he who conquers himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time; hatred ceases by love; this is an old rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then will ask you, If a man, in worshipping, sacrifices a sheep, and so does well, wherefore not his child, and so do better? Surely, there is no merit in killing a sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use no perfume but sweetness of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of life the soul goes forth alone; whereupon only our good deeds befriends us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deeds, whether good or evil, follow us as shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real treasure is that laid up through charity and piety, temperance and self control. The treasure thus hid is secure, and passes not away. Thought he leave the fleeting riches of the world, this a man carries with him- a treasure that no wrong of others, and no thief can steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to die in righteousness than to live in unrighteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is true gift? – One for which nothing is expected in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have sin at heart, but are sweet of speech, are like a pitcher smeared with nectar, but full of poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest happiness – to subdue the selfish thought of  ‘I’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out more at www.budaedu.org&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/4143569378556100769-7755856151229155672?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7755856151229155672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=7755856151229155672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7755856151229155672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/7755856151229155672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/quotes-from-buddhism-all-beings-desire.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-2024136554523893422</id><published>2008-01-20T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:17:16.083-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDSHIP AND CARE (Hindi)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP AND CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Hindi)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Yaad aye kavi to aakhe band mat karma, hum na bhi mile to gham mat karna, ye jaruri nahi k hum hamesha sath rahe par dosti ka ehsas ko kam mat karna.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Dost dost hi nahi, khuda hota hain. Mehasus tab hota hein jab woh juda hota hein. Bina dost ke jina ek saza hota hai aur DOST aap jeysa ho to jeene me maza aata hein!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Khusbu mein aayenge hum sms k taraha dil mein bas jayenge hum ringtone k taraha kabhi, saath na chodenge balance k taraha lekin tum busy mat hona network ki taraha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Moon ne band ki lighting, Sun ne shuru ki shining Murge ne di hai warning, to hum bhi bol de aap ko GOOD MORNING.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-2024136554523893422?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/2024136554523893422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=2024136554523893422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2024136554523893422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/2024136554523893422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship-and-care-hindi-yaad-aye-kavi.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-1144159315225393877</id><published>2008-01-20T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:55:47.537-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FLIRTS AND SATTIRES (Hindi sms)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FLIRTS AND SATTIRES (Hindi)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Daaton (Teeth) ko Sahi salamat rakhne ke liye 3 formula. 1) Roj Do Bar Brush Karo! 2) Choclate Mat Khao! 3) Mujhse panga kabhi mat lena…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Vaghwan ne aapko veja to veja lekin veja ko aise veja ki veje mein veja hi nahin veja. Yeh muje kisine veja, isliye &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; aapko veja!!..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Aansu tere nikle toh ankhe mere ho, dil tere dhadke to dil bhi mere ho, khuda kare hamari dosti itni gahere itni gehere ho ki nokri to karey aur salary hamari hoh..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Raste(road) par agar tumhe kohi ragging kare to use mu mat lagna, na hi usey sandal marne, arey 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century hein saley ko bomb sey uda do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Brahma ney 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; dinosaur banaya sogaya. Fir jaga environment banaya, sogaya, fir jaga aur Bandar banaya uski baad na khud soya na aur ko sonea diya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;New punishment 4 mobile owners, MISSCALL dnene ke liye jail, SMS k liye faashi, CALL k liye umar kaid, aap mat darna: kanjuso ko to 1 LAKH ka inaam hein&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Ap k liye ek film ka offer hai. Ek aasan sa role hain jisme hero aap ko khandar me leke jayega aur goli maar dega. Film ka naam hai ‘ khandar mein Bandar ki maut’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Kiss kiss ki mahafil main kiss kiss ne kiss kiss ko kis tarahase kiss kiya ek jo main tha har kiss ko miss kiya aur ek jo aap tha har miss ko kiss kiya!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Jab tum hanste ho tolagta hain ki “insaan” pehele Bandar that dekho gussa mat hona gusssa hote ho to lagta hain ki insaan aaj bhi Bandar hain..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Kutte Kamine Matlabi Dhokebaz Ullu ke patthe Besharam Jhute&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Makkar kapti, in sabhi tarah ki insano se duur rehna mere yaar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;KBC mein Shahrukh ne mujse pucha “world ka sabse bada stupid kaun thukra diya par aapka nam nahi bataya….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Tabiyat bura tha. Doctor ne hope less kaha. Phir tantrik to dikhaya, uus ne bola “Tumpar BHOOT ka saya hai ek GHOR papi ko sms karo thik hoga. Now I am feeling good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When clouds break rainfalls, when coconut breaks water falls, when heart breaks tearfalls when your head breaks, aila kya GOBBAR&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Agar aap pagal hoto sms miltehi reply karo, bewakuf hoto miscall karo, jungly hoto call karo aur sabkuch hoto kuch bhi nahi karna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Yeh teri aanken jhuki jhuki, yeh teri chehra khila khila, aur jab tere chehre par haat phira toh aadha kilo fair and lovely mila.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Bhagwan k bina mandir adhuri hain, dost k bina jeevan adhuri hai. Patni k bina ghar aadhuri hay usi tarah tumhare bina CIRCUS aadhuri hai..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Aaj se mujhe matt milna, batein bhi mat karna, phone bhi mat karna, aur sms bhi mat karna kyun ki doctor ke muje pagal se milney ke liyeh manah kiya hein.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-1144159315225393877?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1144159315225393877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=1144159315225393877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1144159315225393877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/1144159315225393877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/flirts-and-sattires-hindi-brahma-ney-1.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-6552274080101038063</id><published>2008-01-20T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:55:50.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flirts and Sattires'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;FLIRTS AND SATTIRES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Who says English is the easy subject? Fill in the blanks with yes/no. 1. __ I am stupid. 2. __ I am duffer? 3.__ I don’t have sense..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Have you ever seen a monkey covered in a polythene? No??&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;…….Never mind… just have a look at your ID-Card.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If ever in ur life u feel u r lost, depressed n have no idea wat to do, then come 2 me, I’ll take u 4 a long walk on a bridge n show u where 2 jump from.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Unlike others, your brain is a masterpiece. It has 2 halves the right and the left. The left has nothing right in it and right has nothing left in it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;BREAKING NEWS::: DON’T GET OUT OF OUR HOUSE. Because zoo guards are searching for monkeys…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I love u&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love u&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love u… I love u so much coz my mother told me that we should take better care of mentally retarded people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Birds love u, monkey love u, bears love you, chimpanzee love u, tortoise love u, giraffe love u…please return to zoo, they all miss you…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In a bath room, a boy touches a girl everywhere. Now guess who is that boy? Naa! U dirty minded. Dirty people have dirty mind. That boy is lifeboy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;This cat is cat a cat good cat way cat to cat keep cat a cat idiot cat buzy cat for cat 20 cat seconds cat! NOW READ IT WITHOUT SAYING CAT!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Do you know full form of COLLEGE .C-Come, O-On,L-Lets ,L-Love,E-Each,G-Girl,E-Eually...Thats why boys go 2 college regularly…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If I were to make a dictionary: CUTE = you; Sweet = you; GOOD LOOKING = you; GORGEOUS = you; LIAR = me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;CNN News, Bush orders 15000 FBI trained dogs to track down Osama. FBI awaiting further orders as one of the dogs is reading this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When I and my friend were walking on the road, we saw a monkey, it confused me because it was just like you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Just close &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; eyes and think of urself for 10 seconds…Open &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; eyes! Now you will realize that you have wasted 10 seconds in thinking of a fool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Have you ever walk into a room and forget why you walked in? That is how dogs spend their lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;1 message received 1 nice person sent it 1 monkey is reading it. Monkey is angry now, monkey is still reading monkey will now forward this msg 2 other monkeys.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When u get up in the morning I will kiss u in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; mouth, slowly I will kiss in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; teeth and play with &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; tongue u know why coz I am &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tooth brush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Winter comes again n again, summer comes again n again but person like u never come again n again coz god never makes same mistake again n again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;No flower can represent love but rose did it, no plant can represent water but cactus did it, no fool can read this but u did it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Importance of thumb: Child use it 4 chewing. Illiterate use it 4 signing. Winners use it 4 victory &amp;amp; fool read it 4 reading the sms!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;U know 1 think using mobile brain may damage. But you don’t worry it happens only 2 them who have brain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;So sweet is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; smile, so sweet is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt; style, so sweet is &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; eye, see how sweetly I lie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Emergency!! I need &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; photo. Quick mail me I m not jokin plz do it fast. I don’t have much time, I m playin cards n right now I exclusively need a joker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I cant live without u, I cant breath without u, u r my heart u r my soul, u r my everything, if u r not I will die..u r here u r there..Oh! oxygen u r great..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In case if I die tomorrow, don’t let ur tears falls down n don’t even feel sad for it too, also don’t come to funeral. I request u to come up straight.. We’d make party..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If I had a camera.. I wud snap &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; every moments, every smile, every moments. I wud store them to keep them in my kitchen to scare off the naughty mice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-6552274080101038063?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/6552274080101038063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=6552274080101038063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6552274080101038063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/6552274080101038063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/flirts-and-sattires-who-says-english-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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-4143569378556100769.post-5482422873656822851</id><published>2008-01-20T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T10:06:28.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship And Care'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP AND CARE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Star has 5 ends, square has 4 ends, triangle has 3 ends, line has 2 ends. But look! The circle of our friendship has no any ends…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When friends like you come into the life, these lips smile up even in the frustrations, n this is the foundation our life, the life that glitters with our friendship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;GOOD FREN r who care without HESITATION, who remember without LIMITATION &amp;amp; who miss even without COMMUNICATION, I know you are one of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;GOD knows the value of dream, so he created sleep, God knows the value of love so he created heart. God knows the value of friendship, so he created you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I am sending you ‘1000’ smiles take 1 for now and keep 999 under &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; pillow. Pick out 1 every morning when you wake up and start &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; day with big smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Few Relations in Earth Never Die. Wanna know who is it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(F)ew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(R)elation&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(I)n&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(E)arth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(N)ever&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;(D)ie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Flowers need sunshine, violets need dew, all angels in heaven know I need you. Years may fly, tears may dry, but my friendship with u will never die.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;God has given us 2 gifts. 1 is choice. Choice is to select a good friend and choice is to have a best one like you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z One who invented letter was genius but made a silly mistake by keeping ‘U’ and ‘I’ so far.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Science has proved that sugar melts in water. So please don’t walk in rain, Otherwise I will loose such a SWEET friend like you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;To understanding a misunderstanding is an understanding in friendship but to have no misunderstanding is the most understood friendship&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Moon gives us light at night. I wish u will be cool n right. Whenever I switch off &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;ur&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; light remember that I am saying goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I asked god 4 a rose &amp;amp; he gave me a garden. I asked god 4 a drop of water n he gave me an ocean. I asked god 4 an angel &amp;amp; he gave me u.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;When god opened the window of the heaven he asked me what my wish was..Then I said please take special care of the person reading this message…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143569378556100769-5482422873656822851?l=refreshtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5482422873656822851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143569378556100769&amp;postID=5482422873656822851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5482422873656822851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143569378556100769/posts/default/5482422873656822851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refreshtime.blogspot.com/2008/01/friendship-and-care-good-fren-r-who.html' title=''/><author><name>nzal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319784249986344688</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></feed>
