<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:59:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Daily Everyday Bread</title><description>Get out from your boredom. Make your life meaningful. Smile and be happy.</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-888296539988677307</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T23:29:42.895+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Words</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>STORY</category><title>Special grocery list</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store.She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualizing the family needs, she said: 'Please, sir!  I will bring you the money just as soon as I can.'John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two.  The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.&lt;br /&gt;The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, 'Do you have a grocery list?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise replied, 'Yes sir.'  'O.K' he said, 'Put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it.   She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, 'I can't believe it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales.  The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grocer stood there in utter disgust.  Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Dear Lord, You know my needs and I am leaving this in Your hands.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.Louise thanked him and left the store.  The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'It was worth every penny of it.  Only God knows how much a prayer weighs.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER OF PRAYER: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When you receive this, say a prayer.  That's all you have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-888296539988677307?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/special-grocery-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-6921149039556001888</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T01:58:06.554+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Words</category><title>Getting old</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;About aging that you think in fractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;'How old are you?' 'I'm four and a half!' You're never thirty-six and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next number, or even a few ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . You become 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Even the words sound like a ceremony . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your dreams are gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;You get into your 80's and every day is a complete  cycle; you HIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;The 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST 92.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Then a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1218736564_0"&gt;strange thing&lt;/span&gt; happens. If you make it over 100, you become a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;HOW TO STAY YOUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay  'them.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it's family, pets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Improve it If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans  ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;County; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Tell the people you love that you love them , at every opportunity.&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/3590822775450764896-6921149039556001888?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/getting-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-7734165712120931044</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T01:55:00.638+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>What happen if oil prices keep increase..</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If oil prices still increase, then .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKRvccDbC-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iQ9mEWTzHUc/s1600-h/ATT163629656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKRu_a2fZgI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Iz7SWY-ZABY/s320/ATT163629645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430702730044930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-7734165712120931044?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-happen-if-oil-prices-keep-increase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKRvccDbC-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/iQ9mEWTzHUc/s72-c/ATT163629656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-2273370018196159522</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T22:04:44.873+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Words</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>STORY</category><title>Have a Shay day</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Two Choices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    What would you do?...you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My question is: Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled&lt;br /&gt;    children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that&lt;br /&gt;    would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the&lt;br /&gt;    school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay,&lt;br /&gt;    physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an&lt;br /&gt;    opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.  In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-2273370018196159522?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-shay-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-1499067703255634636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T21:56:58.001+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>How beijing make it logo for olympic</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BEIJING 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXq8uvHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yMk8ozfW8pE/s1600-h/image001%2844%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXq8uvHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yMk8ozfW8pE/s320/image001%2844%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629575391394930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXvry4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vB25r6J6Xws/s1600-h/image002%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXvry4ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vB25r6J6Xws/s320/image002%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629576662540690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWX1EBFLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jAmgNSqkTFg/s1600-h/image003%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWX1EBFLI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jAmgNSqkTFg/s320/image003%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629578106311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXzU-LLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FsuVhADubfw/s1600-h/image004%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXzU-LLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/FsuVhADubfw/s320/image004%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233629577640553650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-1499067703255634636?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-beijing-make-it-logo-for-olympic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGWXq8uvHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yMk8ozfW8pE/s72-c/image001%2844%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-5116520470713799324</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T21:52:53.459+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>OMG</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aww is this dog really exist. I myself cannot afford this dog. I'm sure that he will kill me only to spend my money to buy it food. it really big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGVWXZNPjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YWj2-hTC838/s1600-h/Dog+-+REALLY+Big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGVWXZNPjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YWj2-hTC838/s320/Dog+-+REALLY+Big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233628453450628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-5116520470713799324?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGVWXZNPjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YWj2-hTC838/s72-c/Dog+-+REALLY+Big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-6803338642569435454</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T21:43:15.348+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>You only can see this in certain place in the world</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTSxniHlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3wM2i9J0pH0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTSxniHlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3wM2i9J0pH0/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626192747306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTTgPQONI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jy_dCp4iEbw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTTgPQONI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jy_dCp4iEbw/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626205261936850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTULe-k_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/EnIsXQrf7Ak/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTULe-k_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/EnIsXQrf7Ak/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626216870614002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTUW4y1YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uGoH4ZqzJ0E/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTUW4y1YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uGoH4ZqzJ0E/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626219931686274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTUmkNAaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/b9nZOIjPcF0/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTUmkNAaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/b9nZOIjPcF0/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626224140288418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-6803338642569435454?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-only-can-see-this-in-certain-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SKGTSxniHlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3wM2i9J0pH0/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-1410978785904375754</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T21:34:27.041+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>Email address</title><description>A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Some Company. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are employed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said." Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry", said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the Operation three times, and returned home with $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man realized that he can survive by this Way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later , the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Some Company!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-1410978785904375754?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/08/email-address.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-3988796999124813545</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T02:16:08.357+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>Two football player</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Two football  players were taking an important final exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;If they failed, they  would be on academic probation and not allowed to play in the Sugar Bowl  the following week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;The exam was fill-in-the-blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;The last  question read, "Old MacDonald had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;_________."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Bubba was stumped. He  had no idea of the answer. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;knew he needed to get this one right to be sure  he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Making sure the professor wasn't watching, he  tapped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Tiny on the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Pssst. Tiny. What's the answer to the  last question?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;Tiny laughed. He looked around to make sure  the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;professor hadn't noticed then he turned to Bubba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Bubba, you're  so stupid. Everyone knows Old MacDonald &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;had a farm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Oh yeah," said  Bubba. "I remember now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;He picked up his No. 2 pencil and started to  write the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;answer in the blank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;He stopped. Reaching to tap Tiny's  shoulder again, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;whispered, "Tiny, how do you spell farm?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"You are  really dumb, Bubba. That's so easy. Farm is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;spelled E-I-E-I-O."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-3988796999124813545?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-football-player.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-9207109478095589623</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T04:41:42.822+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>Cell Phone</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;A group of men  are sitting in a sauna discussing business and stocks when suddenly a  cellular phone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Hi honey, are you at the club?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Yes,  dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Honey you won't believe this but I'm standing in front of  Giovannis and there's a beautiful mink on sale in the window."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"How  much is it, dear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"They're giving it away. Only $5000. Can you  believe it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"But you already have fur coats?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Please dear  it's absolutely exquisite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Fine, fine go ahead and buy  it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Thank you sweetheart. Oh, not to keep you much longer, I passed  by the Mercedes dealership this morning and saw their new convertible. It was  to die for! I talked to the salesman and the one in the showroom is brand  new, leather seats, power everything, gold colored. What do you  think??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Honey, come on, we already have cars!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"You promised me  that I could get a convertible!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"How much is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"You won't  believe it but he said he'd let us have it for $85,000 fully loaded with all  the options!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"OK, OK, go ahead and purchase it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"I love you,  you're the best husband a wife could ask for. I hope I'm not pushing it, but  remember our trip we took to Paris? Remember the Brown's place with  the swimming pool, tennis courts? It's on the market to be sold. I saw it  this morning at the Real Estate agency. If we bought it we would have a  perfect place to stay during the cold winter months!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"I had  actually thought about it. You say it's on the market?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Really, you  were actually thinking about it? Can I go make an offer on it? You know it's  not listed very high, and It would be perfect for our type  of lifestyle!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"How much is it listed at?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"Only $425,000  sweetheart. It's a steal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"I guess we've got money put away. Go ahead  and make an offer but no more than $415,000."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"This is turning out to  be a great day! Can't wait to see you later tonight to  celebrate!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;"See you tonight dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;The man hangs up the  cellular phone and asks, "So, who's phone is  this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-9207109478095589623?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/cell-phone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-5152787470666348206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-15T22:50:33.860+08:00</atom:updated><title>Important tips</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Answer the phone by LEFT ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2) Do not drink coffee TWICE a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3) Do not take pills with COOL water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4) Do not have HUGE meals after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216133065_0"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5) Reduce the amount of OILY food you consume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6) Drink more WATER in the morning, less at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7) Keep your distance from hand phone CHARGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8) Do not use headphones/earphone for LONG period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9) Best sleeping time is from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216133065_1"&gt;10pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at night to 6am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Do not lie down immediately after taking medicine before sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) When battery is down to the LAST grid/bar, do not answer the Phone as the radiation is 1000 times.&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/3590822775450764896-5152787470666348206?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/important-tips.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-429683471635105689</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T02:32:15.379+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Words</category><title>20 Fact</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. In Kentucky, 50 percent of the people who get married for the  first time are teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kotex was first manufactured as bandages,  during W.W.I&lt;br /&gt;3. Einstein couldn't speak fluently when he was nine. His  parents thought he might be retarded.&lt;br /&gt;4. In Los Angeles, there are fewer  people than there are automobiles.&lt;br /&gt;5. About a third of all Americans  flush the toilet while they're still sitting on it.&lt;br /&gt;6. You're more  likely to get stung by a bee on a windy day than in any other weather. &lt;br /&gt;7. An average person laughs about 15 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;8. Research  indicates that mosquitoes are attracted to people who have recently eaten  bananas.&lt;br /&gt;9. Penguins can jump as high as 6 feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;10.  The average person is about a quarter of an inch taller at night.&lt;br /&gt;11. A  sneeze zooms out of your mouth at over 600 m.p.h.&lt;br /&gt;12. The condom - made  originally of linen - was invented in the early 1500's.&lt;br /&gt;13. The first  known contraceptive was crocodile dung, used by Egyptians in 2000 B.C. &lt;br /&gt;14. A Saudi Arabian woman can get a divorce if her husband doesn't give  her coffee.&lt;br /&gt;15. The Neanderthal's brain was bigger than yours is. &lt;br /&gt;16. Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear  pants.&lt;br /&gt;17. The average bank teller loses about $250 every year. &lt;br /&gt;18. In 1980, there was only one country in the world with no telephones  - Bhutan.&lt;br /&gt;19. Every person has a unique tongue print.&lt;br /&gt;20. Your  right lung takes in more air than your left one does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-429683471635105689?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/20-fact.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-9099184964171616331</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T02:30:39.188+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Malay jokes</category><title>Apek</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking for an empty space to park my car at Bangsar when suddenly there's a knock on the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Encik ah..tanya sikit ah..itu Chimpeng mana ah..?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Chimpeng, Chimpeng...saya sudah tanya itu guard ah.. dia ckaap sini ada satu Chimpeng..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Sorrylah Apek. Saya tak tau woh...Apa tempat itu Chimpeng?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Aiyah...itu Chimpeng balu punya..Saya mau pigi angkat wang la..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Tarak tau la boss. Itu kedai ka apa?Along ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Chimpeng bukan kedai ma..lu itu pun tak tau ah..? itu Chimpeng macam itu Maypeng, Public Peng, RHetB Peng...itu balu punya Peng."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Adoi...bengap punya apek..buat aku pening je..dia actually cari CIMB Bank ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-9099184964171616331?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/apek.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-3366327816240126780</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T02:25:45.782+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><title>New Hairstyle For Men</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelXSCho5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eUuUvkde_kU/s1600-h/style_128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelXSCho5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eUuUvkde_kU/s320/style_128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221824112357385106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelOVDMfeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DuMSVipjn1w/s1600-h/style_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelOVDMfeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DuMSVipjn1w/s320/style_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221823958546677218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelOhXQOxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4L-h0xUEUzI/s1600-h/style_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelOhXQOxI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4L-h0xUEUzI/s320/style_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221823961852033810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelOiYg-iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bsBcxeKtbZg/s1600-h/style_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHek6Jb1fTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Oi8Kfw9iojE/s320/style_09j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221823611831418162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-3366327816240126780?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-hairstyle-for-men.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SHelXSCho5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/eUuUvkde_kU/s72-c/style_128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-2295064166999629055</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T13:39:35.055+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><title>Great picture</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpNX-SqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tO94plz3Z0w/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211182247297567394" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpNX-SqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tO94plz3Z0w/s320/image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpPFsg9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/duiQMjLnoiM/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211182247757775826" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpPFsg9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/duiQMjLnoiM/s320/image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpYPM2PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0gcklG5S6aU/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211182250213562610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpYPM2PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0gcklG5S6aU/s320/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpiXtDaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PH9tGTncr-o/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211182252933582242" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpiXtDaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PH9tGTncr-o/s320/image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVvHoImlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XxP_6AyvptM/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181249322326610" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVvHoImlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XxP_6AyvptM/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpo7xpyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rTOEWk_mKeI/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVvT7NDyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mRd6YGIBThk/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181252623535906" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVvT7NDyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mRd6YGIBThk/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpo7xpyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rTOEWk_mKeI/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwHH74rI/AAAAAAAAADE/kjk7bwIJrQg/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181266367144626" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwHH74rI/AAAAAAAAADE/kjk7bwIJrQg/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwbCamsI/AAAAAAAAADM/qE3R94i-KWY/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181271712701122" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwbCamsI/AAAAAAAAADM/qE3R94i-KWY/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpo7xpyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rTOEWk_mKeI/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwTDNPFI/AAAAAAAAADU/NKjX8x7QmNw/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211181269568535634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHVwTDNPFI/AAAAAAAAADU/NKjX8x7QmNw/s320/image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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; &lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpo7xpyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rTOEWk_mKeI/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211182254695491362" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpo7xpyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rTOEWk_mKeI/s320/image017.jpg" border="0" height="320" width="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-2295064166999629055?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-picture.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFHWpNX-SqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tO94plz3Z0w/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-4766987882925022873</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T17:43:08.618+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><title>Princess Aiko Of Japan</title><description>I love to see her mother akiko. Do you remember that prince of Japan really love her until his mother (queen) herself ask akiko to marry with her son. Akiko is really pretty and studyin in two university.. oxford and Priceton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqSSIC1I/AAAAAAAAACM/Y9p2I7xECpk/s1600-h/2f8901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927179097443154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqSSIC1I/AAAAAAAAACM/Y9p2I7xECpk/s320/2f8901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqQHKuTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zpgsujh8eqw/s1600-h/2f8911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927178514610482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqQHKuTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Zpgsujh8eqw/s320/2f8911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqvKA2NI/AAAAAAAAACc/dLY2SrUDzBU/s1600-h/2f8920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927186848045266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqvKA2NI/AAAAAAAAACc/dLY2SrUDzBU/s320/2f8920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuq9_869I/AAAAAAAAACk/iGuBVR_bao8/s1600-h/2f8930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927190832376786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuq9_869I/AAAAAAAAACk/iGuBVR_bao8/s320/2f8930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDurJM1dtI/AAAAAAAAACs/rafA5BTrjCQ/s1600-h/2f8940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210927193839204050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDurJM1dtI/AAAAAAAAACs/rafA5BTrjCQ/s320/2f8940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuG3kpHVI/AAAAAAAAABk/wdzji7OhNrI/s1600-h/2f88f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHPDqyBI/AAAAAAAAABs/CWJQlcFpnYU/s1600-h/2f894f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210926576936077330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHPDqyBI/AAAAAAAAABs/CWJQlcFpnYU/s320/2f894f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHBVGHOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RSgXR4x-_HI/s1600-h/2f895f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210926573251075298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHBVGHOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RSgXR4x-_HI/s320/2f895f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHY5wuhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/alsIt5OVd2I/s1600-h/2f8894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210926579578878482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuHY5wuhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/alsIt5OVd2I/s320/2f8894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtcQQTBfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xWn-4whXn60/s1600-h/2f88a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210925838523106802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtcQQTBfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xWn-4whXn60/s320/2f88a3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtcs-XNGI/AAAAAAAAABE/aYELd8hh6jk/s1600-h/2f88b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210925846232511586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtcs-XNGI/AAAAAAAAABE/aYELd8hh6jk/s320/2f88b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtc-_UZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/616Pgv-0ul4/s1600-h/2f88c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210925851068360530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtc-_UZ1I/AAAAAAAAABM/616Pgv-0ul4/s320/2f88c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtdN2SSdI/AAAAAAAAABU/6vSL3Aw7q9A/s1600-h/2f88d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210925855057005010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtdN2SSdI/AAAAAAAAABU/6vSL3Aw7q9A/s320/2f88d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtdC6cuOI/AAAAAAAAABc/_2aQ_JMcrj8/s1600-h/2f88e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210925852121676002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDtdC6cuOI/AAAAAAAAABc/_2aQ_JMcrj8/s320/2f88e2.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/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuG3kpHVI/AAAAAAAAABk/wdzji7OhNrI/s1600-h/2f88f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3590822775450764896-4766987882925022873?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/princess-aiko-of-japan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SFDuqSSIC1I/AAAAAAAAACM/Y9p2I7xECpk/s72-c/2f8901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-1501021857788534551</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T17:31:03.048+08:00</atom:updated><title>How to sex of a fly</title><description>How to Tell the Sex of a Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman walked into the kitchen to find her&lt;br /&gt;Husband stalking around with a fly swatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hunting Flies'&lt;br /&gt;He responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. ! Killing any?'&lt;br /&gt;She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,' he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, she asked.&lt;br /&gt;'How can you tell them apart?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He responded,&lt;br /&gt;'3 were on a beer can,&lt;br /&gt;2 were on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-1501021857788534551?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-sex-of-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-4811035416201937376</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T17:25:39.863+08:00</atom:updated><title>Urgent message from TELEKOM</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Urgent Message from TELEKOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To those who have a telekom home phone, please read. Here is the original text received from Telekom:-If you get a call from someone identifying himself as a phone technician performing a test, and this person asks you to touch nine( 9 ), zero( 0); hash sign ( # ) and then hang up. Please REFUSE TO DO SO! By pushing 90#, you are giving the individual, who called you, access to your telephone line and allowing them to place a long distance call with the charges appearing on your telephone bill.We were further informed that line scam has been originating from many of the local jails/prisons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass the word around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks &amp;amp; Regards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-4811035416201937376?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/urgent-message-from-telekom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-7316840916442266157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T17:19:18.990+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>STORY</category><title>A friend live</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school,  I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.  His name was Kyle.  It looked like he was carrying all of his books.  I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a   Friday?  He must really be a nerd.'  I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with   my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.  As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.  They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping   him  so he landed in the dirt.  His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet  from him  He looked up and I saw th is terrible sadness in his eyes  My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled   around  looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.  As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. '  They really should get lives.  ' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'  There was a big smile on his face.  It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.  I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.  He said he had gone to private school before now.  I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.  We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.  He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.  I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends  He said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more  liked  him, and my friends thought the same of him.  Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious  muscles with this pile of books everyday!  ' He just laughed and handed me half the books.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.  When we were seniors we began to think about college.  Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.  I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a  problem.  He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football  scholarship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class.   I teased him all the time about being a nerd.  He had to prepare a speech for graduation.  I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak  Graduation day, I saw Kyle.  He looked great.  He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.  He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.  He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.  Boy, sometimes I was jealous!  Today was one of those days.  I could see that he was nervous about his speech.  So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'  He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. ' Thanks,' he said.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began  'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through   those tough years.  Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly  your friends...  I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is   the best gift you can give them.  I am going to tell you a story.'  I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first  day we met.  He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.  He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to   do it later and was carrying his stuff home.  He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.  'Thankfully, I was saved.  My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'  I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told  us all about his weakest moment.  I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.  Never underestimate the power of your actions.  With one small gesture you can change a person's life.  For better or for worse.  God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.  Look for God in others.  'Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble  remembering how to fly.'  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is no beginning or end.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday is history.    Tomorrow is a mystery.    Today is a gift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-7316840916442266157?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/friend-live.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-5122734003544206789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T20:40:40.543+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Picture</category><title>Working Mood Change</title><description>THIS IS STATE WHERE U COME TO WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jSyzvv8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MP5czsWBF68/s1600-h/monday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859149720960962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jSyzvv8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MP5czsWBF68/s320/monday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTCzvv9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z8028H2Ehx8/s1600-h/tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859154015928274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTCzvv9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z8028H2Ehx8/s320/tuesday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTCzvv-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NarnV0SrlHc/s1600-h/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTCzvv-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NarnV0SrlHc/s1600-h/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859154015928290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTCzvv-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/NarnV0SrlHc/s320/wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTizvv_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rdbmLOQkICU/s1600-h/thurs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859162605862898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTizvv_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rdbmLOQkICU/s320/thurs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTizvwAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mw8fU6FZyOw/s1600-h/fri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859162605862914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jTizvwAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mw8fU6FZyOw/s320/fri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT LAST SATURDAY AND SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jhyzvwBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rYS4vABUYDA/s1600-h/sad+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209859407418998802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jhyzvwBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rYS4vABUYDA/s320/sad+sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-5122734003544206789?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-mood-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7h6oXKaECZE/SE0jSyzvv8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/MP5czsWBF68/s72-c/monday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-4143817869689851677</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T20:23:01.809+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Laugh is the best medicine</category><title>TAWARAN TEMUDUGA KERAJAAN</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAWARAN KERJA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minat dalam bidang PERTAHANAN?&lt;br /&gt;Bantu skuad negara dalam membanteras jenayah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syarat-syarat:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bumiputra shj&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak Rabun Warna&lt;br /&gt;3. Kelayakan Minimum SPM&lt;br /&gt;4. Berumur diantara 18-40 tahun    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelebihan:&lt;br /&gt;1. Kerja di bawah kerajaan&lt;br /&gt;2. Gaji pokok : RM1800&lt;br /&gt;3. Elaun bulanan   (Kola) : RM300  &lt;br /&gt;4. Elaun penginapan RM300  &lt;br /&gt;5.   Uniform: RM200&lt;br /&gt;6.   Dobi RM60  &lt;br /&gt;7.   Percuma kursus mempertahankan diri  &lt;br /&gt;8. Kenaikan pangkat secara lantikan dari ketua unit jawatan dan mengambil ujian khas  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekiranya berminat sila hadir pada sesi temuduga dan dikehendaki membawa kad pengenalan diri serta gambar berukuran passport pada   23 DEC 2008  di   Jabatan Pertahanan Awam  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang berkelayakan uniform akan diberikan 3 pasang setiap seorang dan kelengkapan lain (lengkap) serta perlu melaporkan diri 60 hari surat tawaran jawatan.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawatan:&lt;br /&gt;1. Power Rangers&lt;br /&gt;2. Kamen Riders&lt;br /&gt;3. Ultraman&lt;br /&gt;4. Sailormoon (wanita shj)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-4143817869689851677?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/tawaran-temuduga-kerajaan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590822775450764896.post-4560493242767140873</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-09T20:17:08.683+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>STORY</category><title>Pastor bussiness card</title><description>A new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, butno answer came to his repeated knocks at the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, he took out a business card and wrote 'Revelation3:20' on the back of it and stuck it in the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, 'Genesis 3:10.'Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke upin gales of laughter. Revelation 3:20 begins 'Behold, I standat the door and knock.' Genesis 3:10 reads, 'I heard yourvoice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked.'Remember when the funniest jokes were the clean ones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A cheerful heart is good medicine' (Prov. 17:22)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590822775450764896-4560493242767140873?l=dpickstone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dpickstone.blogspot.com/2008/06/pastor-bussiness-card.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dpickstone Blogger)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>