<?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-1852169525240663469</id><updated>2011-08-01T12:09:55.704-07:00</updated><category term='my art works during art class'/><category term='dip in chilhood edu'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='BABY BOY'/><category term='vacation in gold coast'/><category term='UM'/><category term='God'/><category term='gold coast'/><title type='text'>life is a sum of all your choices</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-3922683995130190996</id><published>2009-09-01T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:14:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A DAMN FINE EXPLANATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife came home early and found her husband in their bedroom making love to a very attractive young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was somewhat upset. 'You are a disrespectful pig!' she cried. 'How dare you do this to me -- a faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving you. I want a divorce right away!'&lt;br /&gt;And the husband replied, 'Hang on just a minute love, so at least I can tell you what happened.' 'Fine, go ahead,' she sobbed,' but they'll be the last words you'll say to me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the husband began -- 'Well, I was getting into the car to drive home, and this young lady here asked me for a lift. She looked so down and out and defenseless that I took pity on her and let her into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed and very dirty. She told me that she hadn't eaten for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my compassion, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas I made for you last night, the ones you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll put on weight. The poor thing devoured them in moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she needed a good clean-up, I suggested a shower, and while she was doing that, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes, so I threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she needed clothes, I gave her the expensive designer jeans that you bought a couple years back, but don't wear because you say they not the "in" name this year.&lt;br /&gt;I also gave her the underwear that was your anniversary present, which you don't wear because I don't have good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the sexy blouse my sister gave you for Christmas that you don't wear just to annoy her, and I also donated those boots you bought at the expensive boutique and don't wear because someone at work has a pair the same.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband took a quick breath and continued - 'She was so grateful for my understanding and help that as I walked her to the door, she turned to me with tears in her eyes and said, 'Please ... Do you have anything else that your wife doesn't use?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF THE STORY........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3922683995130190996?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3922683995130190996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3922683995130190996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3922683995130190996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3922683995130190996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/09/damn-fine-explanation-wife-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-9191267186403613329</id><published>2009-06-05T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:08:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KARANGAN TERBAIK UPSR 2007</title><content type='html'>Pagi itu pagi minggu. Cuaca cukup sejuk sehingga mencapai takat suhu beku. Sebab itu saya tidak mandi pagi sebab air kolah jadi air batu dan air paip tidak mahu keluar sebab beku di dalam batang paip. Pagi itu saya bersarapan dengan keluarga di dalam unggun api kerana tidak tahan sejuk. Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya menemaninya ke pasar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu.   Selepas emak menikam perut saya berkali-kali dengan garfu barulah saya bersetuju untuk mengikutnya. Kami berjalan sejauh 120 kilometer kerana pasar itu letaknya 128 kilometer dari rumah. Lagi 8 kilometer nak sampai pasar saya ternampak sebuah lori kontena meluru dengan laju dari arah belakang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melanggar emak saya. Emak saya tercampak ke dalam gaung. Dia menjerit "Adoi!". Lepas itu emak saya naik semula dan mengejar lori tersebut. Saya pun turut berlari di belakang emak saya kerana takut emak saya melanggar lori itu pula. Pemandu lori itu nampak kami mengejarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pun memecut lebih laju iaitu sama dengan kelajuan cahaya. Kami pula terpaksa mengejar dengan lebih laju iaitu sama dengan dua kali ganda kelajuan cahaya. Emak saya dapat menerajang tayar depan lori itu. Lori itu terbabas dan melanggar pembahagi jalan lalu bertembung dengan sebuah feri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feri itu terbelah dua.   Penumpang feri itu yang seramai 100 orang semuanya mati. Pemandu feri itu sangat marah. Dia pun bertukar menjadi Ultraman dan memfire pemandu lori. Pemandu lori menekan butang khas di dalam lori dia..lori itu bertukar menjadi robot Transformer. Mereka bergaduh di udara. Emak saya tidak puas hati. Dia pun terus menyewa sebuah helikopter di Genting Highlands dan terus ke tempat kemalangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia melanggar pemandu feri yang telah bertukar menjadi Ultraman itu.   Pemandu feri itu terkejut dan terus bertukar menjadi pemandu feri semula lalu terhempas ke jalanraya. Pemandu feri itu pecah. Pemandu lori sangat takut melihat kejadian itu. Dia meminta maaf dari emak saya. Dia menghulurkan tangan ingin bersalam. Tetapi emak saya masih marah. Dia menyendengkan helikopternya dan mengerat tangan pemandu lori itu dengan kipas helikopter. Pemandu lori itu menjerit "Adoi..!" dan jatuh ke bumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emak say menghantar helikopter itu ke Genting Highlands. Bila dia balik ke tempat kejadian, dia terus memukul pemandu lori itu dengan beg tangannya sambil memarahi pemandu lori itu di dalam bahasa Inggeris.   Pemandu lori itu tidak dapat menjawab sebab emak saya cakap orang putih. Lalu pemandu lori itu mati. Tidak lama kemudian kereta polis pun sampai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia membuat lapuran ke ibu pejabatnya tentang kemalangan ngeri itu. Semua anggota polis di pejabat polis itu terperanjat lalu mati. Orang ramai mengerumuni tempat kejadian kerana ingin mengetahui apa yang telah terjadi. Polis yang bertugas cuba menyuraikan orang ramai lalu dia menjerit menggunakan pembesar suara. Orang ramai terperanjat dan semuanya mati.   Selepas itu emak saya mengajak saya ke pasar untuk mengelak lebih ramai lagi yang akan mati. Di pasar, emak saya menceritakan kejadian itu kepada penjual daging. Penjual daging dan peniaga-peniaga berhampiran yang mendengar cerita itu semuanya terkejut dan mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya dan emak saya terus berlari balik ke rumah. Kerana terlalu penat sebaik saja sampai di rumah kami pun mati. Itulah kemalangan yang paling ngeri yang pernah saya lihat sebelum saya mati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-9191267186403613329?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/9191267186403613329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=9191267186403613329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/9191267186403613329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/9191267186403613329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/karangan-terbaik-upsr-2007.html' title='KARANGAN TERBAIK UPSR 2007'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-1804117430707956487</id><published>2009-06-05T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:02:39.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SELLING COMBS TO THE MONKS</title><content type='html'>Question: If your company, Comb manufacturers assigned you to sell combs to the monks in the temples? Can you do it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will be your answer?&lt;br /&gt;a) No Way. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;b) Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;c) I will give it a try in order to follow my boss instruction .&lt;br /&gt;d) Well, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;e) Ya, I think I can sell 5pcs, 10pcs, 50pcs, or more (you name it) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick an amswer above and read below to find out if you are going to be a successful person or not at all . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story: SELLING COMBS TO THE MONKS ===================================  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one company manufacturing combs which intends to expand its business and so the management wanted to employ a new Sales Manager.   The company ADVERTISED the vacancy in the newspaper. Many people turned up for the interview everyday... almost a hundred people in just few days.   The Company now having the problem to choose the right candidate for this position. So the interviewer had set a Difficult Task to those who want to come for final interview.   The Task: Selling Combs To Monks In Temples   Only 3 Applicants willing to stay on for this Final Interview challenge. (Messrs A, B and C).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interviewer instructed, "I want three of you here to sell these wooden combs to the monks in the temples. You only have 10 days to do it and report back to me."   After 10 days, they reported.   The Interviewer asked A: How many have you sold? A Answered: Only One. Interviewer: How did you manage to sell? A: The monks in the temples scolded me when I show them the comb. But on my way back to downhill I met a young monk who bought it to scratch his head due to dandruff."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewrer then B: How many did you sell? B replied: 10 pieces. I went to a shrine and noticed many devotees's hair was in bad shape due to strong wind outside the shrine . The monk in there listened to my advice and bought 10 combs for their devotees by showing respect to the Buddha statue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Interviewer asked C: How about you ? C replied: 1,000 units. The Interviewer and the other 2 candidates were astounded. Interviewer: How did you manage that?! C replied: I went to a famous temple. After observing for few days I discovered that there were many tourists. I then told the Chief Abbot,"Sifu, those who come here are very devoted. If only you could give them a gift, this will surely elate them. I told him that I have a bulk of combs here and ask him to endorse on the combs as a present to those visit here. He was very delighted and straight away ordered 1,000 pieces."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Story   --------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: HARVARD UNIVERSITY had done a research that says:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 85% of success is due to attitude and 15% is capability.&lt;br /&gt;2) Attitude is more important than intelligence, specials skills and luck .   In other words, professional knowledge only constitutes 15% of success of a person and 85% is due to self-cultivation, public relation and ability to adapt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember the story of Selling Shoes to Africans?&lt;br /&gt;When 2 Salesmen were sent to that continent, one of them remarked: Can not do it. No one wears shoes there? The second saleman said: It is good to market. A lot of opportunities.   Success and Failure is dependant on how we face problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends , Do you know eagle lives up to about 70 of age? But when it reach 40, its claws start to age and can not grab the preys. It also can not fly as well.   So, it is time for the eagle to make a choice; wait for death or goes through a renewal process. If it choose to live, it must try its best flying to the top of the hill where it will stay for 150 days. There it will rub its feather against stones so that they will drop off and wait for new ones to grow. When the feather has grown enough which takes about 150 days, it will continue its balance of 30 years life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama used to say: If you only have smooth sailing in life, you will be weak. Teething troubles helps to shape you up so that you have the gut to resolve problems .   Though the world is undergoing financial turmoil, we still must greet our future with optimism.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends, make your vow and build a better tomorrow .   Remember: When economy is good, there are also people going bankrupt. When business is bad, there are new millionaires produced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1804117430707956487?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1804117430707956487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1804117430707956487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1804117430707956487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1804117430707956487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/06/selling-combs-to-monks.html' title='SELLING COMBS TO THE MONKS'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-3542243144385435451</id><published>2009-05-10T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:36:24.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>it was mother's day yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;very first time i celebrate it with my mum and aunt Batma&lt;br /&gt;anne bought cake&lt;br /&gt;anni goren beehoon and jelly&lt;br /&gt;we celebrate t in the morning&lt;br /&gt;me, anni, kanaeh, chithi, amma and dharshinie was there....&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows wat happen to my other siblings....&lt;br /&gt;i gave my mum money rather than buy something that not important to her...&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice to celebrate it with her...&lt;br /&gt;hope she felt appreciated&lt;br /&gt;i love u mum.....even i never said it to you....i hope that u understand how much i love u and the family.....&lt;br /&gt;i promise to my self that i wil come back home every mother's day....&lt;br /&gt;how about father's day????? no body knows......only god knows about it.....&lt;br /&gt;i am my father's very 1st enermy....i guess......&lt;br /&gt;wat ever....i know its very hard to make everybody happy&lt;br /&gt;i accept what god plan for me.....&lt;br /&gt;happy mother's day amma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3542243144385435451?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3542243144385435451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3542243144385435451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3542243144385435451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3542243144385435451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-6200946441338696319</id><published>2009-01-19T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:42:32.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy marriages begin when we marry the one we love, and they blossom when we love the one we marry'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-6200946441338696319?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/6200946441338696319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=6200946441338696319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/6200946441338696319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/6200946441338696319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1496714280679752391</id><published>2009-01-05T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:10:53.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS CELEBRATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLXzNQip4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/5VAMAnrwXps/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288026187218724738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLXzNQip4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/5VAMAnrwXps/s400/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLWJt7chJI/AAAAAAAAALI/X6yJkhKNoLs/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288024374922478738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLWJt7chJI/AAAAAAAAALI/X6yJkhKNoLs/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tis year (2009) celebration was at sunway piramid.....with my beloved husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1496714280679752391?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1496714280679752391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1496714280679752391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1496714280679752391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1496714280679752391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmas-celebration.html' title='XMAS CELEBRATION'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLXzNQip4I/AAAAAAAAALQ/5VAMAnrwXps/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-7053496894144792342</id><published>2009-01-05T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:40:36.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLSJfhIeNI/AAAAAAAAALA/cU5u7fovBzU/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288019973007505618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLSJfhIeNI/AAAAAAAAALA/cU5u7fovBzU/s400/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLRUEMKUwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EJTP0KnYsz4/s1600-h/Picture+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288019055138722562" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLRUEMKUwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EJTP0KnYsz4/s400/Picture+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YOU ARE MY SUNFLOWER.....MY ONLY SUNFLOWER.....YOU MAKE ME HAPPYYYYYYYYYY...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7053496894144792342?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7053496894144792342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7053496894144792342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7053496894144792342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7053496894144792342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sunshine.html' title='my sunshine'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SWLSJfhIeNI/AAAAAAAAALA/cU5u7fovBzU/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-7965588675857249399</id><published>2008-12-22T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:49:40.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is clever</title><content type='html'>One-night four college students were playing until late night and did not study for the test, which was schedule for the next day.In the morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tyre of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.Therefore, the Dean said they could have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they will be ready by that time. On the third day, they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, All four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test.They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.The Test consisted of two questions with the 100 Marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. Your Name ............ ......... .... (2 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. Which tyre burst? ............ ... (98 MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;a) Front Left&lt;br /&gt;b) Front Right&lt;br /&gt;c) Back Left&lt;br /&gt;d) Back Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story from IIT Bombay - Batch 1992-96&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7965588675857249399?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7965588675857249399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7965588675857249399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7965588675857249399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7965588675857249399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-is-clever.html' title='Who is clever'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-8166514340256978868</id><published>2008-11-27T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:45:20.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a Girl is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wonderinghow long you will be around.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl answers ' I'm fine ' after a few seconds ... she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl says ' I love you ' ... she means it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a Girl says ' I miss you ' ... no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life only comes around once make sure u spend it with the right person....Find a Guy .. who calls you beautiful instead of hot.Who calls you back when you hang up on him.Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the guy who ...  kisses your forehead.Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.Who holds your hand in front of his friends.Who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.Who turnsto his friends and says, ' That's her!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8166514340256978868?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/8166514340256978868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=8166514340256978868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8166514340256978868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8166514340256978868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-girl-is-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-5862912110904630116</id><published>2008-11-27T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:05:57.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAILS IN THE FENCE</title><content type='html'>There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.  His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.  Over the next  few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.  Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.  He said, 'You&lt;br /&gt;have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence.  The fence will never be the same.  When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can put a knife in a man and draw it out.  But It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound will still be there.  A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Remember that friends are very rare jewels, indeed.  They make you smile and encourage you to succeed.  They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-5862912110904630116?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/5862912110904630116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=5862912110904630116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/5862912110904630116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/5862912110904630116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/11/nails-in-fence.html' title='NAILS IN THE FENCE'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-7422600039765905139</id><published>2008-11-27T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:00:36.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER ALL MEN ARE BANANA REPUBLIC</title><content type='html'>1. Men are like Laxatives . They irritate the crap out of you.&lt;br /&gt;2 Men are like. Bananas . The older they get, the less firm they are.&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are like Weather . Nothing can be done to change them.&lt;br /&gt;4. Men are like Blenders You need One, but you're not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;5. Men are like Chocolate Bars .. Sweet, smooth, &amp;amp; they usually head&lt;br /&gt;right for your hips.&lt;br /&gt;6. Men are like Commercials . You can't believe a word they say.&lt;br /&gt;7. Men are like Department Stores ... Their clothes are always 1/2 off!&lt;br /&gt;8. Men are like .. Government Bonds .... They take soooooooo long to mature.&lt;br /&gt;9. Men are like .. Mascara . They usually run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;10. Men are like Popcorn . They satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;11. Men are like Snowstorms . You never know when they're coming, how&lt;br /&gt;many inches you'll get or how long it will last.&lt;br /&gt;12. Men are like Lava Lamps . Fun to look at, but not very bright.&lt;br /&gt;13. Men are like Parking Spots All the good ones are taken, the rest&lt;br /&gt;are handicapped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7422600039765905139?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7422600039765905139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7422600039765905139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7422600039765905139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7422600039765905139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/11/over-all-men-are-banana-republic.html' title='OVER ALL MEN ARE BANANA REPUBLIC'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-2120849761468154233</id><published>2008-11-04T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:40:12.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saree fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-fvZaJoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tgAserQ3Wno/s1600-h/m.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987785648547458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-fvZaJoI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tgAserQ3Wno/s400/m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-en9x8lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aTNeM6Vg9X4/s1600-h/DTHSHG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987766473749074" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-en9x8lI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aTNeM6Vg9X4/s400/DTHSHG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-fFa9LAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_y83o6Xw0hw/s1600-h/jygy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987774380747778" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-fFa9LAI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_y83o6Xw0hw/s400/jygy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-e4w9iGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EyX2hGSt2YM/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264987770983385186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD-e4w9iGI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EyX2hGSt2YM/s400/IMG_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis in law bought it for me.....diwali 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2120849761468154233?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2120849761468154233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-3639003839278727007</id><published>2008-11-04T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:44:21.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saree fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD33ZucndI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yN4QdELVcXM/s1600-h/REW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980495566675410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD33ZucndI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yN4QdELVcXM/s400/REW.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD32yes7LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ss3nfBaxvMI/s1600-h/EWRRE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980485031652530" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD32yes7LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Ss3nfBaxvMI/s400/EWRRE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD33Oy7lOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_123lfKtzUI/s1600-h/FGH.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980492632691938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD33Oy7lOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_123lfKtzUI/s400/FGH.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD32L4i9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rTPaYbKhqQ4/s1600-h/DFGASD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264980474671068770" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRD32L4i9mI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rTPaYbKhqQ4/s400/DFGASD.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis saree is my dad's gift to my mum right after their wedding.....34 years ago....its cost rm120 those days......n i got it frm my mum...my idea was to sew a punjabi suit ...but ....since its hav sentimental value.....so im going to keep it as saree ....n one day i want to wear it and show to my dad.....c wat he is going to say.....hello my dear husband....can u plz learn some tips on how to show ur love to ur wife frm my DAD.......PPPPLLLLLLLLLLZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3639003839278727007?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3639003839278727007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3639003839278727007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-3071299131106646494</id><published>2008-11-04T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:26:21.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saree fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRDzpqEbmmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zc2BOsWoLv0/s1600-h/IMG_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975861389171298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRDzpqEbmmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Zc2BOsWoLv0/s400/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is my mum's saree......it is 40 years old now i guess...she wore it during her teenage time....and its belong to me now.....i just want to give some touch of modern design on it and wear it with pride......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRDzpAzJm2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ojb56uIxDPg/s1600-h/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264975850310835042" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SRDzpAzJm2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ojb56uIxDPg/s400/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u tink its really look good ....thanks radz for ur photo shooting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3071299131106646494?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3071299131106646494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3071299131106646494' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-8192662654161713055</id><published>2008-11-03T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:56:22.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I born</title><content type='html'>The best poem of 2006&lt;br /&gt;This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006,&lt;br /&gt;Written by an African Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I born, I black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I die, I still black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you white fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you born, you pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, you white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go in sun, you red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, you blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you scared, you yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sick, you green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, you gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me colored?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8192662654161713055?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/8192662654161713055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=8192662654161713055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8192662654161713055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8192662654161713055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;her name is kak ida......49 years old.....but i feel that she is still young in heart....wearing small lil gal's socks.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQ6KniUHrRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_c1GCuOnWPc/s1600-h/hghj+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264297426273414418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQ6KniUHrRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/_c1GCuOnWPc/s400/hghj+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she start posing wen she realise that im taking her pic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4283683049092061475?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/4283683049092061475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-4078963847060374039</id><published>2008-10-30T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:47:37.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>diwali muruku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp_aunnpII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qJk0HxES4mM/s1600-h/IMG_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159211703379074" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp_aunnpII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/qJk0HxES4mM/s400/IMG_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;diwali without muruku............no way.........home made muruku......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by vkie d great..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rad....thanks for the pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp-LVRDn6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hEufAzhr0x4/s400/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tis is how it's looks like.....poppyseeds cake for my mum n dad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp-K3ZMHEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MDgGf3L-FCw/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263157839669238850" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp-K3ZMHEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MDgGf3L-FCw/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263157838723330578" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp-Kz3qshI/AAAAAAAAAI4/bHrOfRnrszA/s400/IMG_0467i.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can u c all 3 cakes in tis pic.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3631343454684863371?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3631343454684863371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3631343454684863371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3631343454684863371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3631343454684863371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali-cakes.html' title='diwali cakes.......'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp-LVRDn6I/AAAAAAAAAJI/hEufAzhr0x4/s72-c/IMG_0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-6977885599243909216</id><published>2008-10-30T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:31:09.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my diwali cakes..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3E6_82wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r7mWPMHIWj4/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150040976513794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3E6_82wI/AAAAAAAAAIw/r7mWPMHIWj4/s400/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;chocolate cake...........specially made for my brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3EqULtbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/C5sgD0vWJfM/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150036497970610" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3EqULtbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/C5sgD0vWJfM/s400/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cake with m&amp;amp;m sweets on top.....for my lovely niece dharshini and Kanesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3EVFI9xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QWe6XIMZL14/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263150030797731602" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SQp3EVFI9xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QWe6XIMZL14/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is for my mum and dad.....flour mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-6977885599243909216?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/6977885599243909216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=6977885599243909216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-8660844414089236398</id><published>2008-10-10T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:54:18.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE STORY</title><content type='html'>Chennai : 25th Sep 2008  1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor didn't even remove the face mask and head cover and coming running right from the operation theatre   The thing is.... there is a family. Parents are doctors...and they had a son named jithenthran. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 09/24/2008, he took his father's bike for seeing his friend and while return he met with an accident.  The people who are there know him and admitted him at chengelpattu hospital. Then they informed his parents and they took him to Teynampet Apollo hospital. There the doctors examined him and said that his brain has lost all his senses and there is no way to give him life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without controlling the sadness the parents understood the fact and they decided to donate his organs to the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, his eyes were given to Sankara nethralaya, then his kidney was given to Apollo hospital for transplantation and atlast here comes the final everheard miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to give his heart to a 6 year old boy who needs it. So they verified and at last found that the boy is struggling for life at Cherians heart foundation, Chennai.  But within 30mins that heart should be transplanted; They need to go 20kms and in Chennai traffic and doubted whether it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctors called traffic police and asked their help and they prepared the ambulance with A/C. So fastly they removed the heart from their son and kept in an ice box and runned towards the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they came out the boy's father saw that ice box and cried like anything. The doctor who carried tht box ran like anything that he didn't even see the ambulance which is waiting outside and he entered the police car which was waiting. He said to the person to just go to Cherian hospital soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The person who was standing near the car was the Assistant Commissioner and he without seeing his status and jumped to drivers seat and drove the car with full speed.  Every signal traffic got alert and left way for this car and at last within 15mins the heart was given to the doctors in Cherian hospital and it was transplanted to the small boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really heart touching....  Do u know the meaning of the name of the boy who died....  His name is Jithenthran - a person who will steal other's heart..............Yes , now he has stole everyone's heart.....  Really ... hats off to the parents ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8660844414089236398?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/8660844414089236398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=8660844414089236398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8660844414089236398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8660844414089236398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-story.html' title='TRUE 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO69qF-7H0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/w16qtx3B8ZI/s1600-h/latestPicture+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255346346046201666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO69qF-7H0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/w16qtx3B8ZI/s400/latestPicture+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love her SMILE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO69qPsS9gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ire5TNMCLmM/s1600-h/latestPicture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255346348652426754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO69qPsS9gI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ire5TNMCLmM/s400/latestPicture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8823815674807096572?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO64CIhcv3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/UDeal_8DGT4/s400/O.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with gopi.....my cousin.....for his gratuation day......i look slimmer those days....working hard to get tis figure again.....mayb slimmer than tis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-674922534611806166?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/674922534611806166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=674922534611806166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/674922534611806166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO62ft9A65I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fviIm5VO5z0/s1600-h/latestPicture+2691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255338471215655826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO62ft9A65I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fviIm5VO5z0/s400/latestPicture+2691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey...tis is the new heroin for batman movie.....without makeup.....movie world, gold coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO62fs1vawI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cNkbHacghYA/s1600-h/latestPicture+27245645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255338470916713218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO62fs1vawI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cNkbHacghYA/s400/latestPicture+27245645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same heroin with twetty.........movie world, gold coaST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2855813022682173257?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2855813022682173257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=2855813022682173257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2855813022682173257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2855813022682173257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO62ft9A65I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fviIm5VO5z0/s72-c/latestPicture+2691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1742281730260040734</id><published>2008-10-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:53:50.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO61a2YBTCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6A8CEqvocDU/s1600-h/1uy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255337288065436706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO61a2YBTCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6A8CEqvocDU/s400/1uy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tis is my hubby......lov u so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1742281730260040734?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1742281730260040734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1742281730260040734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1742281730260040734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1742281730260040734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-tis-is-my-hubby.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO61a2YBTCI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6A8CEqvocDU/s72-c/1uy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-2062215162892863799</id><published>2008-10-09T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:51:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO604ba7eTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1sXCPBz0PlE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255336696714328370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO604ba7eTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1sXCPBz0PlE/s400/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tis is me at batu cave....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2062215162892863799?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2062215162892863799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=2062215162892863799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2062215162892863799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2062215162892863799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-tis-is-me-at-batu-cave.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO604ba7eTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1sXCPBz0PlE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-2020824170478667402</id><published>2008-10-09T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:49:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO60ET0jeNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eKsttDCe1O4/s1600-h/latestPicture+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255335801321126098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO60ET0jeNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eKsttDCe1O4/s400/latestPicture+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids at batu cave......busy dancing for diwali tv show......they are so excited wen i told them that i want to snap their pics.......malaysian indian kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2020824170478667402?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2020824170478667402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=2020824170478667402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2020824170478667402'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6u2-D5C5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Alv_sm0GWZA/s1600-h/latestPicture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255330074583436178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6u2-D5C5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Alv_sm0GWZA/s400/latestPicture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeking god in nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3240216300903524173?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3240216300903524173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3240216300903524173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3240216300903524173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3240216300903524173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/seeking-god-in-nature.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6u2-D5C5I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Alv_sm0GWZA/s72-c/latestPicture+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-4898765026551882050</id><published>2008-10-09T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:22:32.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6uA4FVg5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HlYGE0C3NJo/s1600-h/latestPicture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255329145265947538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6uA4FVg5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HlYGE0C3NJo/s400/latestPicture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lord muruga, batu cave, selangor, malaysia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4898765026551882050?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6uA4FVg5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/HlYGE0C3NJo/s72-c/latestPicture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1302619675441589948</id><published>2008-10-09T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:15:22.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6sTDTcOfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FTnHBv6_QTY/s1600-h/My+1st+xmas+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255327258492287474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6sTDTcOfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FTnHBv6_QTY/s400/My+1st+xmas+tree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 1st x mas and x mas tree with my boy friend......im missing my ex boy friend so  much......you must wondering who is my ex boy friend.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1302619675441589948?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1302619675441589948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1302619675441589948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1302619675441589948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1302619675441589948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-1st-x-mas-and-x-mas-tree-with-my-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO6sTDTcOfI/AAAAAAAAAGY/FTnHBv6_QTY/s72-c/My+1st+xmas+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-5494669500089920238</id><published>2008-10-09T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:14:33.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO3Yll4tKvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MXgyNEzh7OQ/s1600-h/latestPicture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255094480547949298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO3Yll4tKvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MXgyNEzh7OQ/s400/latestPicture+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hubby's birthday cake......40th birthday.....he is getting old.....im getting young.....ha ha ha...but loving him soooooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-5494669500089920238?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/5494669500089920238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=5494669500089920238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/5494669500089920238'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2p2GZYytI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XJN0Q_32edY/s1600-h/latestPicture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255043087106362066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2p2GZYytI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XJN0Q_32edY/s400/latestPicture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tis kanesh....my cousin....radziah said that she can b a model.....is it? but her ambition is to b a lecturer.......she said that her friends like to call her PINKY.....i have no idea why pinky..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1577570179508982744?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1577570179508982744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1577570179508982744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1577570179508982744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1577570179508982744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-tis-kanesh.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2p2GZYytI/AAAAAAAAAFw/XJN0Q_32edY/s72-c/latestPicture+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-4218513740718954002</id><published>2008-10-08T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:37:30.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2mGt0NGYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YxZQR4kEDt0/s1600-h/latestPicture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255038974519220610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2mGt0NGYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YxZQR4kEDt0/s400/latestPicture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the other photo of tharshinie......i was like tis wen i was small.......everybody is saying....then i must look very cute those days......but pretty nowadays......ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4218513740718954002?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/4218513740718954002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=4218513740718954002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4218513740718954002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4218513740718954002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-photo-of-tharshinie.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2mGt0NGYI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YxZQR4kEDt0/s72-c/latestPicture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-3383077295105510269</id><published>2008-10-08T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:52:46.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2NgpIoccI/AAAAAAAAAFg/y-U5VY5xQvo/s1600-h/latestPicture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255011932148625858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2NgpIoccI/AAAAAAAAAFg/y-U5VY5xQvo/s400/latestPicture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THARSHINIE......HER NAME.....MY BRO'S DAUGHTER....DONT U TINK THAT SHE IS CUTE.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3383077295105510269?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3383077295105510269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3383077295105510269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3383077295105510269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3383077295105510269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/tharshinie.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2NgpIoccI/AAAAAAAAAFg/y-U5VY5xQvo/s72-c/latestPicture+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1887252289732811057</id><published>2008-10-08T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:27:17.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BABY BOY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2LdgxUmqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eWOS9ivTGn0/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255009679340509858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2LdgxUmqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eWOS9ivTGn0/s400/DSCN0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tis is d cutest baby BOY PHOTO i ever seen in my life.......jagdeesh's and deepthi's son Sudhanva G.V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1887252289732811057?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1887252289732811057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1887252289732811057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1887252289732811057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1887252289732811057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/10/tis-is-d-cutest-baby-boy-photo-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SO2LdgxUmqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/eWOS9ivTGn0/s72-c/DSCN0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-7068770366779413851</id><published>2008-08-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:00:42.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJ_jKPdeOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qzH-SxN0BZg/s1600-h/BigGanesh_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233151057116149954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJ_jKPdeOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qzH-SxN0BZg/s400/BigGanesh_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;life is a circle....if u r above me now....one day i will be above u.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;y this things are happening in my life.....i think mayb god have the other plan for me...as my husband says that im a very lucky gal coz have ..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;failures are stepping stone...i going to get victory soon.....im loving u my god.....my guruji.....my husband....my family and my self........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7068770366779413851?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7068770366779413851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7068770366779413851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7068770366779413851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7068770366779413851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-circle.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJ_jKPdeOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qzH-SxN0BZg/s72-c/BigGanesh_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-3880828658555334836</id><published>2008-08-07T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:01:37.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOW WOMAN LOOK LIKE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was walking down the street when she was accosted by a particularly&lt;br /&gt;dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked her for a couple of dollars&lt;br /&gt;for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman took out her bill fold, extracted ten dollars and asked, “If I give&lt;br /&gt;you this money, will you buy some wine with it instead of dinner?”&lt;br /&gt;“No, I had to stop drinking years ago?”, the homeless woman replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you use it to go shopping instead of buying food?” the woman asked&lt;br /&gt;“No, I don’t waste time shopping?”, the homeless woman said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to spend all my time trying to stay alive.”&lt;br /&gt;“Will you spend this at a beauty salon instead of food?” the woman asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you NUTS?” replied the homeless woman. “I haven’t had my hair done&lt;br /&gt;in 20 years!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said the woman, “I’m not going to give you the money. Instead,&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to take you out for dinner with my hubby and myself tonight.&lt;br /&gt;The homeless woman was astounded. “Won’t your husband be furious with you&lt;br /&gt;for doing that? I know I’m dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, “That’s Okay. It’s important for him to see what a&lt;br /&gt;woman looks like after she has given up shopping, hair appointments and wine.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-3880828658555334836?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/3880828658555334836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=3880828658555334836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3880828658555334836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/3880828658555334836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-woman-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-2401644583092180331</id><published>2008-08-06T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:32:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>put up and put down</title><content type='html'>goi's email for SOBI staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear beloved friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since all of us buzy, hard to find quality time for farewell party. Like to ask everyone, are you free on 15/8 Friday 430pm. 15/8 is shakerin last day in KLIUC. need feedback. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 15/8&lt;br /&gt;Time: 430pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Academic Coner&lt;br /&gt;Menu: Laksa Johor, for vicky - anyone willing to sponsor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;goi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so angry with this email......and i replied everybody like this...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amboi-amboi......sponsor makanan aku.........tolong ingat ye.....aku pun bayar duit school.......tak nak lah makanan sponsor......kalau nak bagi aku makanan sponsor......sponsor sekali duit RM 5 every month yeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a reminder........please prepare vegetarian meal in any makan-makan function school.......k.............for those who dont know wat is vegetarian.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my case.....i am lacto-ovo vegetarian..........NO SEAFOOD ITEMS TOO..........for futher clarification please search in internet........&lt;br /&gt;so goi.....kalau u rasa susah sangat cari makanan utk saya........i nak minta duit school aku dikurangkan  (kan i nie ajar economics......setiap sen pun ade nilainya)......and kalau i tak hadir makan-makan function jangan kata i anti social yeeeeeeeee...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan terasa ye goi..............i tau u bergurau......tapi benda-benda mcm nie jangan bergurau lagi sekali ye...........n terima kasih banyak-banyak untuk beri peluang explain tentang vege.....i memang tunggu peluang selama nie.....dah lama dah i simpan dalam hati...........lega rasannya sekarang...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told radziah regarding this email...........and this is how she replied.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat i think? Hmmm...not fair lor coz I've seen you told all these points with intonasi suara &amp;amp; mimik muka lagi! Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Since you oredi follow thru with these ppl - i guess xde la mereka terasa hati sgt! Yg pentingnya points taken &amp;amp; life goes on right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next level of explanation - if ppl still don't get it- maybe you need to explain why you choose to be a vegetarian. Like religion wise -not all hindus are vege, so there must be other explanation. I read the wiki &amp;amp; found out there's economic's reasons too. Like meat is more expansive so if we demand to eat meat, firms will suppy more meat so what's gonna happen to the poor ppl - equality issue? Health dietary reasons etc. Hehehe...only now i know a lil' bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if they know you well (like i do hahahaha)- they shouldnt take heart lah into this matter.....&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Radziah Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.....the moral of the story is.............(coming soon.....i cant upload the photo...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2401644583092180331?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2401644583092180331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=2401644583092180331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2401644583092180331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/2401644583092180331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/put-up-and-put-down.html' title='put up and put down'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-7951398827586867864</id><published>2008-08-06T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:48:40.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Self Appraisal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all these, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job." The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man's mind stretched to a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions - Oliver Wendell Holms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7951398827586867864?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7951398827586867864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7951398827586867864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7951398827586867864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7951398827586867864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-appraisal-little-boy-went-into_06.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-8286430191023408035</id><published>2008-08-06T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:48:39.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Self Appraisal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn? The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now." replied boy. The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach, Florida." Again the woman answered in the negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all these, walked over to the boy and said, "Son... I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job." The little boy replied, "No thanks, I was just checking my performance with the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man's mind stretched to a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions - Oliver Wendell Holms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8286430191023408035?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/8286430191023408035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=8286430191023408035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8286430191023408035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8286430191023408035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-appraisal-little-boy-went-into.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-4820560343933921116</id><published>2008-08-04T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:03:10.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUSBAND   SMART but WIFE SMARTER.&lt;br /&gt;A   man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to   go fishing up in Canada with my boss and several of   his friends.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for   me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please   pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing   box?&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house   to pick my things up"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas."   The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is,   did exactly what her husband asked&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend he came   home, a little tired but otherwise looking good. The wife welcomed him   home and asked if he caught many fish? He said, "Yes! Lots of Salmon,   some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new   blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"&lt;br /&gt;You'll love the   answer...&lt;br /&gt;The wife replied, "I did. They're in your fishing   box.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4820560343933921116?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/4820560343933921116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=4820560343933921116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4820560343933921116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4820560343933921116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/08/husband-smart-but-wife-smarter.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-4061317966860671547</id><published>2008-07-30T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:03:34.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJEPGrZfdpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xH-UTPQJxA0/s1600-h/ATT00093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228977249757132434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJEPGrZfdpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xH-UTPQJxA0/s400/ATT00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4061317966860671547?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/4061317966860671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=4061317966860671547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4061317966860671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/4061317966860671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://bp0.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SJEPGrZfdpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xH-UTPQJxA0/s72-c/ATT00093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1364110782760185642</id><published>2008-07-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:52:58.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ART OF SALESMANSHIP- BE PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN</title><content type='html'>The Manager says: "Do you have any sales experience?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian says: "Sir, I was a salesman back home in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well, the boss liked the Indian chappie so he gave him the job."You start tomorrow.. I'll come down after we close and see how you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down. "How many sales did you make today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: "Sir, Just ONE sale."The boss says: "Just one? No! No! No! You see here our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day." If you want to keep this job, you'd better be doing better than just one sale. By the way, how much was the sale for?" Indian boy says: " $101 237. 64" Boss says: "$101 237. 64? What the hell did you sell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian boy says: "Sir, First I sell him small fishhook. Then I sell him medium fishhook.Then I sell him large fishhook. Then I sold him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. Then I ask him where he's going fishing and he said down on the coast, so  I told him he'll be needing a boat, so we went down to the boating department and I sell him twin engine Chris Craft. Then he said he didn't think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him  down to our automotive department and sell him that 4X4 Blazer. I then ask  him where he'll be staying, and since he had no accommodation, I took him  to camping department and sell him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper  tents. Then the guy said, while we're at it, I should throw in about $100 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss said: "You're not serious? A guy came in here to buy a fishhook and you sold him a boat, a 4X4 truck and a tent?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Indian boy says: "No Sirji, actually he came in to buy Anacin for his headache, and I said: Well, fishing is the best way to relax your mind."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1364110782760185642?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1364110782760185642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1364110782760185642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1364110782760185642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1364110782760185642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-of-salesmanship-be-proud-to-be.html' title='ART OF SALESMANSHIP- BE PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-456974444006485050</id><published>2008-07-24T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:04:43.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;யாரும் அற்ற பாலைவனம் &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;தன்ன தனியாக &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ஒன்றை மரம்&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-456974444006485050?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/456974444006485050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=456974444006485050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/456974444006485050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/456974444006485050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_5064.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-2243626935005425775</id><published>2008-07-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:01:59.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சம்மதம் மட்றும் சொல்,&lt;br /&gt;உன்னக்கு சேர்த்து&lt;br /&gt;நானே காதலிக்கிறேன்&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-2243626935005425775?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/2243626935005425775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-4256803110354173567</id><published>2008-07-24T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:34:20.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"தாயால் பிறந்தேன்&lt;br /&gt;தமிழால் வளர்ந்தேன்&lt;br /&gt;நாயே நேற்றுன்னை&lt;br /&gt;நடுவீதியில் சந்தித்தேன்&lt;br /&gt;நீ யார் என்னை&lt;br /&gt;நில்லென்று சொல்வதற்கு"&lt;br /&gt;-பட்டுக்கோட்டை கல்யாணசுந்தரம்-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-4256803110354173567?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/4256803110354173567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I think I'll go to bed."She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches.Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supperthe following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugarcontainer, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee potfor brewing the next morning.She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes intothe washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back onthe charger and put the telephone book into the drawer.She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel todry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted outsome cash for the field trip, and pulled a text book out from hidingunder the chair.She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped theenvelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both nearher purse.Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution&amp;amp; age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed hernails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed.""I'm on my way," she said.She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, thenmade sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps andTV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had abrief conversation with the one up still doing homework.In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day,straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 mostimportant things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized theaccomplishment of her goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one inparticular. "I'm going to bed."And he did...without another thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anything extraordinary here? 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It is a story of a man and an older woman who ran off to live and love each other in peace for over half a century. The 70-year-old Chinese man who hand-carved over 6,000 stairs up a mountain for his 80-year-old wife has passed away in the cave which has been the couple's home for the last 50 years. Over 50 years ago, Liu Guojiang a 19 year-old boy, fell in love with a 29 year-old widowed mother named Xu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Chaoqin.$4c190101@In"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chaoqin. In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; a twist worthy of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet,friends and relatives criticized the relationship because of the age difference and the fact that Xu already had children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At that time, it was unacceptable and immoral for a young man to love an older woman.. To avoid the market gossip and the scorn of their communities, the couple decided to elope and lived in a cave in Jiangjin County in Southern ChongQing Municipality. In the beginning, life was harsh as hey had nothing, no electricity or even food. They had to eat grass and roots they found in the mountain, and Liu made a kerosene lamp that they used to light up their lives. Xu felt that she had tied Liu down and repeatedly asked him, 'Are you regretful? Liu always replied, 'As long as we are industrious, life will improve. In the second year of living in the mountain, Liu began and continued for over 50 years, to hand-carve the steps so that his wife could get down the mountain easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Half a century later in 2001, a group of adventurers were exploring the forest and were surprised to find the elderly couple and the over 6,000 hand-carved steps. Liu MingSheng, one of their seven&gt; children said, 'My parents loved each other so much, they have lived in seclusion for over 50 years and never been apart a single day. He hand carved more than 6,000 steps over the years for my mother's convenience, although she doesn't go down the mountain that much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The couple had lived in peace for over 50 years until last week. Liu, now 72 years, returned from his daily farm work and collapsed. Xu sat and prayed with her husband as he passed away in her arms. So in love with Xu, was Liu, that no one was able to release the grip he had on his wife's hand even after he had passed away. 'You promised me you'll take care of me, you'll always be with me until the day I died, now you left before me, how am I going to live without you? 'Xu spent days softly repeating this sentence and touching her husband's black coffin with tears rolling down her cheeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In 2006, their story became one of the top 10 love stories from China ,collected by the Chinese Women Weekly. The local government has decided to preserve the love ladder and the place they lived as a museum, so this love story can live forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-40192646887840679?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/40192646887840679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=40192646887840679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/40192646887840679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/40192646887840679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/07/incredible-love-story-has-come-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-1059258683636559875</id><published>2008-06-30T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:19:57.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gold coast'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SGm9XpAA5NI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fUjqmbR-0ag/s1600-h/latestPicture+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217909857125983442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SGm9XpAA5NI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fUjqmbR-0ag/s320/latestPicture+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1059258683636559875?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1059258683636559875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1059258683636559875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1059258683636559875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1059258683636559875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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://bp1.blogger.com/_mEsjEK7VhLM/SGm9XpAA5NI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/fUjqmbR-0ag/s72-c/latestPicture+189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852169525240663469.post-1519128708784005399</id><published>2008-06-15T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:54:56.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does love mean?</title><content type='html'>A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds,&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "What does love mean?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."Rebecca- age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." Chrissy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6 (We need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore." Cindy - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt."Chris - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image) Karen - age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." Jessica - age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-1519128708784005399?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/1519128708784005399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=1519128708784005399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1519128708784005399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/1519128708784005399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-does-love-mean.html' title='What does love mean?'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-6808212024747541225</id><published>2008-06-12T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T19:45:55.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I WISH YOU ENOUGH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother said, "I love you, and I wish you enough."The daughter replied, "Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom."They kissed, and the daughter left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on her privacy, but she welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?""I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is - her next trip back will be for my funeral," she said."When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?"She began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone." She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and she smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, turning toward me, she shared the following as if she were reciting it from memory.I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.Then, she began to cry, and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;They say, it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-6808212024747541225?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/6808212024747541225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=6808212024747541225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/6808212024747541225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/6808212024747541225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish-you-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-5505951455744774578</id><published>2008-06-04T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:10:04.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He  said . . . I don't know why you wear a bra you've got nothing  to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;She said . . . You wear pants don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . . . Shall we try swapping positions tonight?&lt;br /&gt;She  said .    That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said ....   What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;She said ...... Turn sideways and look in the  mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . . .  Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;She said . . . I would but you're never  there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . ... Why don't women blink during foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;She  said ..    They don't have டைம்&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . .    How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet  paper?&lt;br /&gt;She said         We don't know; it has never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . .    Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Goodlooking?&lt;br /&gt;She said  . . They already  have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said...   What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?&lt;br /&gt;She said . . .   A  widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  said . ..   Why are married women heavier than  single women?&lt;br /&gt;She said . . . Single women come home,  see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married    women  come  home, see what's in bed and go to the  fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-5505951455744774578?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/5505951455744774578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=5505951455744774578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/5505951455744774578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/5505951455744774578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-said.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-82421214541071669</id><published>2008-06-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:05:45.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eight  Words with two meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  THINGY (thing-ee) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... Any part under a car's hood.&lt;br /&gt;Male.....     The strap fastener on a woman's bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... Fully opening up one's self emotionally to  another.&lt;br /&gt;Male....       Playing cricket without a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female...  The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's  partner.&lt;br /&gt;Male...        Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the  boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... A desire to get married and raise a family.&lt;br /&gt;Male......   Trying not to hit on other women while out with this  one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... A good movie, concert, play or book.&lt;br /&gt;Male......   Anything that can be done while drinking  beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... An embarrassing by product of indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;Male......   A source of entertainment, self-expression, male  bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7  MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female.... The greatest expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Male. .          Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8..  REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.&lt;br /&gt;Female..... A device for changing from one TV channel to  another.&lt;br /&gt;Male...        A device for scanning through all 375 channels every 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-82421214541071669?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/82421214541071669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=82421214541071669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/82421214541071669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/82421214541071669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/06/eight-words-with-two-meanings-1.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-7345463617591776823</id><published>2008-05-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:03:11.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;joke of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Satu hari seorang nyonya first time datang KL. Lepas kena loteri, dia check in hotel mewah. Dia diiringi pelayan ke bilik penginapannya. Apabila pelayan menutup pintu, nyonya melihat sekelilingnya. Tiba tiba nyonya menjadi marah lalu berkata....&lt;br /&gt;" Sekius mi, lu ingat wa tua, mali kampong, tada tau duduk hotel? Lu kasi ini bilik ka?Kicik! Tada TB, tada lemari, katil titun pun tada! Haiya mau tipu olang kah?"Pelayan itu pun menjawab....'Sabar lah nyonya...., ini baru LIFT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-7345463617591776823?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/7345463617591776823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=7345463617591776823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7345463617591776823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/7345463617591776823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke-of-day-satu-hari-seorang-nyonya.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-534776169470978604</id><published>2008-05-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:17:13.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;                            This is beautiful! Try not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed with Love from God, Jesus &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-534776169470978604?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/534776169470978604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=534776169470978604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/534776169470978604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/534776169470978604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-beautiful-try-not-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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-1852169525240663469.post-8642772997275924403</id><published>2008-05-08T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:41:55.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goi gila</title><content type='html'>i have a friend. her name is goi and she is reallky gila&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852169525240663469-8642772997275924403?l=vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/feeds/8642772997275924403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1852169525240663469&amp;postID=8642772997275924403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8642772997275924403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852169525240663469/posts/default/8642772997275924403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickyanand-vicky.blogspot.com/2008/05/goi-gila.html' title='goi gila'/><author><name>vickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01746878094955758736</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></feed>
