<?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-4083850700145878919</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:58:35.044-08:00</updated><category term='Reading'/><category term='Tips'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Health advice'/><category term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A collection of forwarded emails.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7991008059337351872</id><published>2011-07-09T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T02:48:27.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Overdue!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Sharma comes home one night and his wife throws her arms around his neck: I have great news... I'm a month overdue. I think we're going to have a baby!!! The doctor gave me a test today but until we find out for sure, we can't tell anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mrs. Sharma receives a telephone call from AEC (Ahmedabad Electric Company)  because the electricity bill has not been paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I speaking to Mrs. Sharma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... Speaking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AEC guy, "You're a month overdue, you know!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do YOU know?" stammers the young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, ma'am, it's in our files!" says the AEC guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you saying? It's in your files... HOW???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... We have a system of finding out who's overdue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOD!!!... this is too much..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Madam, I am sorry... I am following orders, I have to inform you are overdue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that... let me talk to my husband about this tonight, he will speak to your company tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, she tells her husband about the call and he, mad as a bull, rushes to AEC office the next day morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on??? You have it on file that my wife is a month overdue??? What business is that of yours?" the husband shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just calm down," says the  lady at the reception at AEC, "it's nothing serious. All you have to do is pay us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PAY you? and if I refuse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, in that case, Sir, we'd have no option but to cut yours off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what would my wife do then?" the husband asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I guess she'd have to use a candle."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-7991008059337351872?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7991008059337351872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=7991008059337351872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7991008059337351872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7991008059337351872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2011/07/overdue.html' title='Overdue!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-5020206886935013272</id><published>2010-07-06T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T00:57:49.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>A deal is a deal!</title><content type='html'>When Joe, a nice man married for over 50 years died, his wife, Myrtle was devastated. A couple of months later, Myrtle also died. Once in heaven, Myrtle anxiously looked for Joe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, behind a cloud, she could clearly see him with another woman. She ran towards him, calling his name: "Joe Darling... Joe……….." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe said: "Hold your horses woman, and don't 'darling' me. The deal was very clear... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Until death do us part" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-5020206886935013272?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5020206886935013272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=5020206886935013272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5020206886935013272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5020206886935013272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2010/07/deal-is-deal.html' title='A deal is a deal!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-3101328997129979061</id><published>2009-09-25T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:58:49.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Restricted fishing area.</title><content type='html'>One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'&lt;br /&gt;'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')&lt;br /&gt;'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'&lt;br /&gt;'For reading a book,' she replies,&lt;br /&gt;'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her again,&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.'&lt;br /&gt;'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with Sexual assault,' says the woman.&lt;br /&gt;'But I haven't even touched you,' says the game warden.&lt;br /&gt;'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'&lt;br /&gt;'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-3101328997129979061?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3101328997129979061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=3101328997129979061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3101328997129979061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3101328997129979061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2009/09/restricted-fishing-area.html' title='Restricted fishing area.'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-3342328510807720919</id><published>2008-05-05T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:13:18.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>5 Minute Management Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife quickly wraps herself  in a towel and runs downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opens the door, there  stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she says a word, Bob  says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800  he owes me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  priest offered a Nun a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got in and crossed her legs,  forcing her gown to reveal a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest nearly had an  accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand  up her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his  hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father,  remember Psalm 129?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the  flesh is weak.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily  and went on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his arrival at the church, the priest  rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up,  you will find glory.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;If  you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rub it and a Genie  comes out.&lt;br /&gt;The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'&lt;br /&gt;'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk. 'I want to be in the  Bahamas, driving a speedboat,  without a care in the world.'&lt;br /&gt;Puff! She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Me next! Me  next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the  beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and  the love of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff! He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'OK, you're up,'  the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, 'I want those two  back in the office after lunch.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Always  let your boss have the first say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An  eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small  rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered: 'Sure, why  not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;To  be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  turkey was chatting with a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would love to be able to get  to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the  energy.' &lt;br /&gt;'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?'  replied the bull.&lt;br /&gt;They're packed with nutrients.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey  pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day,  after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at  the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who  shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moral  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Bull  Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you  there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lesson  6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was  lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the  frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how  warm he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.  A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to  investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following  the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and  promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Morals  of the story:&lt;br /&gt;(1)  Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone  who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're  in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-3342328510807720919?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3342328510807720919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=3342328510807720919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3342328510807720919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3342328510807720919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-minute-management-course.html' title='5 Minute Management Course'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-3886589271618379115</id><published>2008-05-05T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:03:50.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health advice'/><title type='text'>Health - Important Tips</title><content type='html'>Answer the phone by LEFT ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not drink coffee more than TWICE a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take pills with COOL water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not have HUGE meals after 5pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reduce the amount of OILY food you consume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink more WATER in the morning, less at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your distance from hand phone CHARGERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not use headphones/earphone for LONG period of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best sleeping time is from 10pm at night to 6am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lie down immediately after taking medicine before sleeping&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When battery is down to the LAST grid/bar, do not answer the phone as the radiation is 1000 times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-3886589271618379115?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3886589271618379115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=3886589271618379115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3886589271618379115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3886589271618379115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/health-important-tips.html' title='Health - Important Tips'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-5182310702121935781</id><published>2008-05-05T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:52:37.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-5182310702121935781?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5182310702121935781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=5182310702121935781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5182310702121935781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5182310702121935781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2008/05/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-438137329296912718</id><published>2008-01-25T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:09:02.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>What hug can do.</title><content type='html'>A hug is a wonderful gift to share,&lt;br /&gt;A way to show each other that we care;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a hug is able to do,&lt;br /&gt;When you feel those arms holding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQe_GZQtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ab597p-FmQE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159384078882521810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQe_GZQtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ab597p-FmQE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,&lt;br /&gt;A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;&lt;br /&gt;An expression of the love in our heart,&lt;br /&gt;For ones who we wish, never to be apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQfPGZQuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WppK9ucKPLM/s1600-h/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159384083177489122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQfPGZQuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/WppK9ucKPLM/s320/a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,&lt;br /&gt;Or to say goodbye when we have to go;&lt;br /&gt;It can hold us up when life gets us down,&lt;br /&gt;And makes us smile, instead of frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQffGZQvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FGXUFzcuMow/s1600-h/b.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159384087472456434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQffGZQvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FGXUFzcuMow/s320/b.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hug can be given for no reason at all,&lt;br /&gt;And given to those, both big and small;&lt;br /&gt;We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,&lt;br /&gt;As it is one of life's most pleasing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQgPGZQwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kai7VWunBOQ/s1600-h/c.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159384100357358338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQgPGZQwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/kai7VWunBOQ/s320/c.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!&lt;br /&gt;It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all hug another to show we care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Your Virtual Hug from Me to YOU&lt;br /&gt;For no reason at all except...I LIKE YA !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQg_GZQxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lhvXG5uCLh0/s1600-h/d.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159384113242260242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQg_GZQxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lhvXG5uCLh0/s320/d.bmp" 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/4083850700145878919-438137329296912718?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/438137329296912718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=438137329296912718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/438137329296912718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/438137329296912718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-hug-can-do.html' title='What hug can do.'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/R5nQe_GZQtI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ab597p-FmQE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-4323964438850082779</id><published>2007-09-28T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:18:13.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Foods for Longlife!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tomatoes.&lt;/strong&gt; A major source of the antioxidant lycopene that reduces the risk of cancer by 40% -- notably prostate, lung and stomach cancers -- and increases cancer survival. Tomato eaters function better mentally in old age and suffer half as much heart disease. Concentrated tomato sauces have 5 times more lycopene than fresh tomatoes, and canned tomatoes have three times more than fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olive Oil.&lt;/strong&gt; Shown to help reduce death from heart disease and cancer. Recent research shows that heart-attack survivors on a Mediterranean diet had half the death rates of those on an ordinary low-fat diet. Olive oil is also high in antioxidant activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Red Grapes, including red grape juice and red wine.&lt;/strong&gt; Red grapes have moderate antioxidant power, while purple grape juice has four times more antioxidant activity than orange or tomato juice. Red wine (not white) has about the same antioxidant capacity as purple grape juice or tea. French research show that drinking red wine in moderation increases longevity, but excessive drinking has the opposite effect, so limit to two glasses per day. Drink grape juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garlic.&lt;/strong&gt; German researchers have found that garlic is packed with antioxidants know to help fend off cancer, heart disease and all-over aging, and prolong cancer survival time. Let crushed garlic "rest" about 10 minutes before cooking to preserve disease-fighting agents.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spinach.&lt;/strong&gt; Second among vegetables only to garlic in antioxidant capacity and is also rich in folic acid, which helps fight cancer, heart disease and mental disorders. New University of Kentucky research shows folic acid may help prevent Alzheimer's disease. Eat both raw and steamed for best benefit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whole grains.&lt;/strong&gt; A University of Minnesota study suggests the more whole grains you eat, the lower your odds of death by 15%. Whole grains contain anticancer agents and help stabilize blood sugar and insulin, which may promote longevity. Whole-grain "dark" breads, cereals such as All Bran, and "old fashioned" oatmeal are an excellent source.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salmon, and other fatty fish.&lt;/strong&gt; Contains high amounts of omega-3 fat that performs miracles throughout the body, fighting virtually every chronic disease known. Without it, your brain can't think, your heart can't beat, your arteries clog, and joints become inflamed. You need one ounce a day, or two servings of salmon, sardines, mackerel, herring or tuna per week.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuts.&lt;/strong&gt; Eating more than 5 ounces a week can cut heart-attack deaths in women by 40% and help prevent deadly irregular heart beats in men a Harvard University study found. Almonds and walnuts lower blood cholesterol. Most of the fat in nuts is the good-type monounsaturated and/or omega-3. Unsalted nuts are best.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blueberries.&lt;/strong&gt; High in antioxidants, Tufts University researchers say a half-cup of blueberries a day can retard aging and can block brain changes leading to decline and even reverse failing memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tea.&lt;/strong&gt; Green or black tea has equal antioxidant benefit. One cup a day can cut heart disease risk in half Harvard researchers found. Make from loose tea or tea bags, instant and bottled tea has little effect Tufts University shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-4323964438850082779?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4323964438850082779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=4323964438850082779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4323964438850082779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4323964438850082779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/ten-foods-for-longlife.html' title='Ten Foods for Longlife!!!!!!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-4007289913452308897</id><published>2007-09-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:27:10.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Safety is non negotiable - for those with kids</title><content type='html'>After tossing her books on the sofa, she decided to grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her screen name ByAngel213. She checked&lt;br /&gt;her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was on. She sent him an instant message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: Hi. I'm glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz' I didn't see anybody when I looked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: Unless u gave your name out on-line. You haven't done that have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: Of course not. I'm not stupid u know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: Did you have a softball game after school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: Yes and we won!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: That's great! Who did u play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: What is your team called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: We r the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They r really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: Did you pitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ByAngel213: No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoTo123: Catch u later. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile......GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He&lt;br /&gt;took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name: Shannon&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985&lt;br /&gt;Age: 13&lt;br /&gt;State where she lived: North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this information, he knew she lived in Cantonbecause she had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her parents come home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the eighth grade at the Canton Junior High School . She had told him all this in the conversations they had on-line. He had enough information to find her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ballpark that day. She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn't be so overprotective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her . Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the sudden fear she had felt. After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew&lt;br /&gt;he had found her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Shannon 's home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Shannon 's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Shannon , come here," her father called. He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down,"her father began, "this man has just told us a most interesting story about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who I am, Shannon ?" the man asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Shannon answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a police officer and your online friend, GoTo123."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo123 is a kid my age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 14. And he lives in Michigan !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Shannon , there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to harm kids and hurt them, I belong&lt;br /&gt;to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people on-line.&lt;br /&gt;You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. You named the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the&lt;br /&gt;position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh . It made you feel safe to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so far away, didn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again. Tell others about this so they will be safe too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a promise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom all knelt down together and thanked God for protecting Shannon from what could have been a tragic situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-4007289913452308897?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4007289913452308897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=4007289913452308897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4007289913452308897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4007289913452308897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/safety-is-non-negotiable-for-those-with.html' title='Safety is non negotiable - for those with kids'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-4931081214933004456</id><published>2007-09-25T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:21:24.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>MEN ARE BETTER FRIENDS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Women&lt;/strong&gt;: A wife was not at home for a whole night. So, the very next morning, she tells her husband that she stayed at her girlfriend's apartment over night. The husband calls 10 of her best girlfriend's and none of them confirm that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men&lt;/strong&gt;: A husband was not at home for a whole night. So he tells his wife the very next morning, that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night. So the wife calls 10 of his best friends: 5 of them confirm that he stayed at their apartments that night, and the other 5 are claiming that he still is there with them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion of the story: Men are better friends!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-4931081214933004456?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4931081214933004456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=4931081214933004456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4931081214933004456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4931081214933004456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/men-are-better-friends.html' title='MEN ARE BETTER FRIENDS!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-3320459065341535523</id><published>2007-09-25T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:30:53.239-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health advice'/><title type='text'>Five Worst Cancer Causing Foods</title><content type='html'>There are some foods that people who are at high risk for developing cancer should definitely avoid. Generally, says natural health researcher Mike Adams, they should avoid foods that contain ingredients known to cause cancer, such as refined sugars and grains , hydrogenated oils, and nitrates. But which foods are the absolute worst? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top five cancer-causing foods are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMuUAiihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q4zfMb_6gF0/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMuUAiihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q4zfMb_6gF0/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132841640397330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Hot dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they are high in nitrates, the Cancer Prevention Coalition advises that children eat no more than 12 hot dogs a month. If you can't live without hot dogs, buy those made without sodium nitrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMukAiiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1nLmTHrEdeI/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMukAiiiI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1nLmTHrEdeI/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132845935364642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Processed meats and bacon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also high in the same sodium nitrates found in hot dogs, bacon, and other processed meats raise the risk of heart disease. The saturated fat in bacon also contributes to cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMukAiijI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4_vu9jeOcng/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMukAiijI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4_vu9jeOcng/s320/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132845935364658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Doughnuts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts are cancer-causing double trouble. First, they are made with white flour, sugar, and hydrogenated oils, then fried at high temperatures. Doughnuts, says Adams , may be the worst food you can possibly eat to raise your risk of cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMu0AiikI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kqdv2E2CttU/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMu0AiikI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kqdv2E2CttU/s320/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132850230331970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. French fries &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like doughnuts, French fries are made with hydrogenated oils and then fried at high temperatures. They also contain cancer- causing acrylamides which occur during the frying process. They should be called cancer fries, not French fries, said Adams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMu0AiilI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3AAUanC3Prk/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMu0AiilI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3AAUanC3Prk/s320/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114132850230331986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Chips, crackers, and cookies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are usually made with white flour and sugar. Even the ones whose labels claim to be free of trans-fats generally contain small amounts of trans-fats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-3320459065341535523?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/3320459065341535523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=3320459065341535523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3320459065341535523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/3320459065341535523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/five-worst-cancer-causing-foods.html' title='Five Worst Cancer Causing Foods'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RvkMuUAiihI/AAAAAAAAAGo/q4zfMb_6gF0/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-1514448441495929047</id><published>2007-09-17T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:07:00.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health advice'/><title type='text'>DRINK WATER ON EMPTY STOMACH</title><content type='html'>It is popular in Japan today to drink water immediately after waking up every morning. Furthermore, scientific tests have proven its value. We publish below a description of use of water for our readers. For old and serious diseases as well as&lt;br /&gt;modern illnesses the water treatment had been found successful by a Japanese medical society as a 100% cure for the following diseases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache, body ache, heart system, arthritis, fast heart beat, epilepsy, excess fatness, bronchitis asthma, TB, meningitis, kidney and urine diseases, vomiting, gastritis, diarrhea, piles, diabetes, constipation, all eye diseases, womb, cancer&lt;br /&gt;and menstrual disorders, ear nose and throat diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METHOD OF TREATMENT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. As you wake up in the morning before brushing teeth, drink 4 x 160ml glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brush and clean the mouth but do not eat or drink anything for 45 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After 45 minutes you may eat and drink as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After 15 minutes of breakfast, lunch and dinner do not eat or drink anything for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Those who are old or sick and are unable to drink 4 glasses of water at the beginning may commence by taking little water and gradually increase it to 4 glasses per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The above method of treatment will cure diseases of the sick and others can enjoy a healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following list gives the number of days of treatment required to cure / control / reduce main diseases:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. High Blood Pressure - 30 days&lt;br /&gt;2. Gastric - 10 days&lt;br /&gt;3. Diabetes - 30 days&lt;br /&gt;4. Constipation - 10 days&lt;br /&gt;5. Cancer - 180 days&lt;br /&gt;6. TB - 90 days&lt;br /&gt;7. Arthritis patients should follow the above treatment only&lt;br /&gt;for 3 days in the 1st week, and from 2nd week onwards - daily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This treatment method has no side effects, however at the commencement of treatment you may have to urinate a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better if we continue this and make this procedure as a routine work in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink Water and Stay healthy and Active.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This makes sense. The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not cold water. Maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating!!! Nothing to lose, everything to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who like to drink cold water, this article is applicable to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serious note about heart attacks: Women should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let's be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-1514448441495929047?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1514448441495929047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=1514448441495929047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1514448441495929047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1514448441495929047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/drink-water-on-empty-stomach.html' title='DRINK WATER ON EMPTY STOMACH'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-6360814203020634488</id><published>2007-09-04T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:07:48.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Zodiac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LEO - The Lion &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great talker. Attractive and passionate. Laid back. Knows how to have fun. Is really good at almost anything. Great kisser. Unpredictable. Outgoing. Down to earth. Addictive. Attractive. Loud. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Not one to mess with. Rare to find. Good when found.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO - The One that Waits &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone loves them right now. Always wants the last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal. Easy to talk to. Everything you ever wanted. Easy to please. The one and only.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCORPIO - The Addict &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTREMELY adorable. Intelligent. Loves to joke. Very Good sense of humor. Energetic. Predict future. GREAT kisser. Always get what they want. Attractive. Easy going. Loves being in long relationships. Talkative. Romantic. Caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - The Lame One &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! however not the kind of person you wanna mess with ... u might end up crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIES - The Liar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Lovable. Spontaneous. Not one to mess with. Funny. Excellent kisser EXTREMELY adorable. Loves relationships, Addictive. Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUARIUS - Does It In The Water &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Attractive. Great kisser. One of a kind. Loves being in long-term relationships. Extremely energetic. Unpredictable. Will exceed your expectations. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEMINI - Irresistible &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice. Love is one of a kind. Great listeners Very Good in the you know where... Lover not a fighter, but will still knock you out. Trustworthy. Always happy. Loud. Talkative. Outgoing VERY FORGIVING. Loves to make out. Has a beautiful smile. Generous. Strong. THE MOST IRRESISTIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANCER - The Cutie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST AMAZING KISSER. Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great telling stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Center of attention. High appeal. Has the last word. Good to find, hard to keep. Fun to be around.Extremely weird but in a good way. Good Sense of Humor!!! Thoughtful. Always gets what he or she wants. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPRICORN - The Passionate Lover &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to bust. Nice. Sassy. Intelligent. Sexy. Predict future. Irresistible. Loves being in long relationships. Great talker. Always gets what he or she wants. Cool. Loves to own Gemini's in sports. Extremely fun. Loves to joke. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS - The Tramp &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aggressive. Loves being in long relationships. Likes to give a good fight for what they want. Extremely outgoing. Loves to help people in times of need. Good kisser. Good personality. Stubborn. A caring person. One of a kind. Not one to mess with. Are the most attractive people on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAGITTARIUS - The Promiscuous One &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous. High appeal. Rare to find. Great when found. Loves being in long relationships. So much love to give. Not one to mess with. Very pretty. Very romantic. Nice to everyone They meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun and sweet. Have own unique appeal. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in the you know where..!!! Not the kind of person you wanna mess with- you might end up crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-6360814203020634488?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6360814203020634488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=6360814203020634488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6360814203020634488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6360814203020634488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/09/zodiac.html' title='Zodiac!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-5318788738825196863</id><published>2007-08-24T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:08:38.489-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>EIGHT LIES OF MOTHER</title><content type='html'>The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son. I'm not hungry". That was Mother's First Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said "Eat this fish, son. I don't really like fish." That was Mother's Second Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, "Mother, go to sleep, it's late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, dear. I'm not tired." That was Mother's Third Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me under the heat of the sun's shine for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother's love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son. I'm not&lt;br /&gt;thirsty!". That was Mother's Fourth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. No days without sufferance. Seeing our family's condition that was getting worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a big problem and a small problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family's life was so unfortunate, they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn't care to their advice, she said "I don't need love." That was Mother's Fifth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she didn't want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said "I have enough money." That was Mother's Sixth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didn't want to bother her son, she said to me "I'm not used to."&lt;br /&gt;That was Mother's Seventh Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother's body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so&lt;br /&gt;hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, said "Don't cry, my dear. I'm not in pain." That was Mother's Eight Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever &lt;br /&gt;ANGELS AROUND US IS OUR M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"M" is for the million things she gave me,&lt;br /&gt;" O" means only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;"H" is for her heart of purest gold;&lt;br /&gt;"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,&lt;br /&gt;"R" means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all together, they&lt;br /&gt;spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOTHER," ~ A word that means the world to me. For those who are fortunate to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those who aren't, this is even more beautiful&lt;br /&gt;REGARDS ~ LOVE YOU MOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-5318788738825196863?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5318788738825196863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=5318788738825196863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5318788738825196863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5318788738825196863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/08/eight-lies-of-mother.html' title='EIGHT LIES OF MOTHER'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-1884853704911475181</id><published>2007-08-07T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:08:59.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Oxford Dictionary's Latest Definitions</title><content type='html'>Divorce : &lt;br /&gt;Future tense of marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette : &lt;br /&gt;A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp; a fool on the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture : &lt;br /&gt;An art of transferring information from the notes of the Lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference : &lt;br /&gt;The confusion of one man multiplied by the number present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compromise : &lt;br /&gt;The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears : &lt;br /&gt;The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary : &lt;br /&gt;A place where success comes before work.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference Room : &lt;br /&gt;A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic : &lt;br /&gt;A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile : &lt;br /&gt;A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office : &lt;br /&gt;A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn : &lt;br /&gt;The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc. : &lt;br /&gt;A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Committee : &lt;br /&gt;Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience : &lt;br /&gt;The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atom Bomb : &lt;br /&gt;An invention to end all inventions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher : &lt;br /&gt;A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diplomat : &lt;br /&gt;A person who tells you to go to hell in such a  way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Opportunist : &lt;br /&gt;A person who starts taking bath if he accident all falls into a river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimist : &lt;br /&gt;A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miser : &lt;br /&gt;A person who lives poor so that he can die rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father : &lt;br /&gt;A banker provided by nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal : &lt;br /&gt;A guy no different from the rest  . . . .  except that he got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : &lt;br /&gt;Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politician : &lt;br /&gt;One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : &lt;br /&gt;A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with his bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-1884853704911475181?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1884853704911475181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=1884853704911475181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1884853704911475181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1884853704911475181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/08/oxford-dictionarys-latest-definitions.html' title='Oxford Dictionary&apos;s Latest Definitions'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-258273459903086659</id><published>2007-08-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:09:18.064-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Who is the greatest? Cow, Ant &amp; Donkey</title><content type='html'>A Cow, ant and a Donkey are debating on who is the greatest among three of THEM &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow : I give 20 litters of milk every day and that's why I am the greatest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ant : I work day and night, summer and winter, I can carry 52 times my own weight and that's why I am the Greatest. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Why are you scrolling down?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn now - please speak up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-258273459903086659?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/258273459903086659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=258273459903086659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/258273459903086659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/258273459903086659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-is-greatest-cow-ant-donkey.html' title='Who is the greatest? Cow, Ant &amp; Donkey'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-4619016613980516942</id><published>2007-07-27T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:09:48.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>How smart is Your Right Foot?</title><content type='html'>Just try this. It is from an orthopaedic surgeon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's programmed into your brain! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-4619016613980516942?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4619016613980516942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=4619016613980516942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4619016613980516942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4619016613980516942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='How smart is Your Right Foot?'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-8189403869100300846</id><published>2007-07-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:10:01.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Ah Beng Joke - Simply Hilarious</title><content type='html'>You might like it. This is hilarious.....even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to Malaysians and Singaporeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day I go 2 climb a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic&lt;br /&gt;and 4 down. The man rushed out and wanted to 5 with me. I ran until I fell 6 and threw up. So I go into 7-eleven and grabbed some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab at him. 10 God he run away.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;10 I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7-eleven. Next day I called my boss and told him I was 6. He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asked me to go climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand. I am so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-8189403869100300846?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8189403869100300846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=8189403869100300846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/8189403869100300846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/8189403869100300846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-beng-joke-simply-hilarious.html' title='Ah Beng Joke - Simply Hilarious'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-4698750430693083819</id><published>2007-07-15T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:10:18.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>NEVER LIE TO A WOMAN!!</title><content type='html'>A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing &lt;br /&gt;up in Canada with my boss &amp; several of his Friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that Promotion I'v been wanting, so could you please pack enough Clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box, we're Leaving From the office &amp; I will swing by the house to pick my things up" "Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love the answer...&lt;br /&gt;&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/4083850700145878919-4698750430693083819?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/4698750430693083819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=4698750430693083819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4698750430693083819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/4698750430693083819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-lie-to-woman.html' title='NEVER LIE TO A WOMAN!!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7415130170560213585</id><published>2007-07-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:10:42.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health advice'/><title type='text'>The 5 DON'Ts when sleeping...</title><content type='html'>A man can go two weeks without eating. But if he doesn't rest at all, he can only survive for one week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping provides us the time to rest our internal organs, eyes and brains. Poor sleep quality can cause internal damage to our internal organs and brains. Therefore, sleeping is very important to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to have a long life and stay healthy, please take note of the advice below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though small, but if you wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12 &lt;br /&gt;hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go to bed without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged. Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put your mobile phone near you, switch it off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE UP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run. Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing and problem in perspiring You will also need a much longer time to go into deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-7415130170560213585?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7415130170560213585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=7415130170560213585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7415130170560213585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7415130170560213585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/5-donts-when-sleeping.html' title='The 5 DON&apos;Ts when sleeping...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-1106284035434689784</id><published>2007-07-12T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:11:01.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Italian Man...</title><content type='html'>On a recent transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing struck by  lightning. One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. 'I'm too young to die,' she wails. Then she yells,'Well, if  I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?' For a moment there  is  silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at  the desperate woman in the front of the plane. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then a Italian man stands up in the rear of the plane.  He is gorgeous, tall, well built, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He starts to walk sl owly up the &lt;br /&gt;aisle, unbuttoning his shirt. - one button at a time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;....... No one moves.&lt;br /&gt;....... He removes his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;....... Muscles ripple across his chest.&lt;br /&gt;....... She gasps...&lt;br /&gt;....... and He says......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Iron this, and get me something to eat....'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-1106284035434689784?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1106284035434689784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=1106284035434689784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1106284035434689784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1106284035434689784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/italian-man.html' title='Italian Man...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-2824065353861590481</id><published>2007-07-12T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:11:21.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>The Good Husband...</title><content type='html'>Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes the aspir ins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favourite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack asks, "Son...what happened last night?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken Coffee Table $239.99&lt;br /&gt;Hot Breakfast $4.20&lt;br /&gt;Two Aspirins $.38&lt;br /&gt;Saying the right thing, at the right time . . PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-2824065353861590481?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/2824065353861590481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=2824065353861590481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/2824065353861590481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/2824065353861590481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-husband.html' title='The Good Husband...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7912761425137940537</id><published>2007-07-09T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:11:47.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tips'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Personal Security Idea</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A VERY EFFECTIVE ESPECIALLY FOR THOSE OF US WHO DO NOT HAVE A HOUSE ALARM! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Simple and Easy Task for our Safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you come home for the night and before you put your keys away, think of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a security alarm system that you probably already have and requires no installation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start keeping your car keys next to your bed on the night stand before you go to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think someone is trying to get into your house, or if you hear a noise outside your house, just press the alarm button on the remote controller of your car..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test it! It should be triggered on almost when you press in everywhere inside your house and will keep honking until your battery runs down or until you reset it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your car alarm is activated when someone is trying to break in your &lt;br /&gt;house, odds are the burglar or rapist won't stick around... After a few seconds all the neighbors will be looking out their windows to see who is out there and sure enough the criminal won't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try yours to make sure it works before you rely on it. Just know that you must press the alarm button again to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember to carry your keys while walking to your car at the carpark in the evening or while you are alone. The alarm can work the same way there... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it could save a life or from a sex abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put those car keys &amp; remote controller on the night table now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-7912761425137940537?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7912761425137940537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=7912761425137940537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7912761425137940537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7912761425137940537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/fantastic-personal-security-idea.html' title='Fantastic Personal Security Idea'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-6596100025182675556</id><published>2007-07-03T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:12:03.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Comprehensive Engineering</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two engineering students were walking across campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday, minding my own business, when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is half-empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer fumed, "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him." "Hey George. Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greens keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind firefighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was silent for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see If there's anything he can do for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "Why can't these guys play at night?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an engineer who had an exceptional gift for fixing all things mechanical. After serving his company loyally for over 30 years, he happily retired. Several years later the company contacted him regarding a seemingly impossible problem they were having with one of their multimillion-dollar machines. They had tried everything and everyone else to get the machine to work but to no avail. In &lt;br /&gt;desperation, they called on the retired engineer who had solved so many of their problems in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer reluctantly took the challenge. He spent a day studying the huge machine. At the end of the day, he marked a small "x" in chalk on a particular component of the machine and stated, "This is where your problem is." The part was replaced and the machine worked perfectly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company later received a bill for $50,000 from the engineer for his services. The company demanded an itemized accounting of his charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer responded briefly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One chalk mark - $1 Knowing where to put it - $49,999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was paid in full and the engineer retired again in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers? Mechanical Engineers build weapons. Civil Engineers build targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Six&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with a Liberal Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it. Engineers believe that if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet." (Scott Adams)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because of the passion and mystery he found there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "I like both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Both?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineer: "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the plant and get some work done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Nine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer was crossing a road one-day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess and I will stay with you for one week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engineer said, "Look I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-6596100025182675556?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6596100025182675556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=6596100025182675556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6596100025182675556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6596100025182675556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/comprehensive-engineering.html' title='Comprehensive Engineering'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-5903746962782715587</id><published>2007-07-03T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:12:22.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Basic Definition of Globalization!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, a definition of globalization I can understand and to which I can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What is the truest definition of Globalization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Princess Diana's accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: An English princess with an Egyptian boyfriend crashes in a French tunnel, driving a German car with a Dutch engine, driven by a Belgian who was drunk on Scottish whisky, (check the bottle before you change the spelling), followed closely by Italian Paparazzi, on Japanese motorcycles, treated by an American doctor, using Brazilian medicines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sent to you by a Canadian, using Bill Gates's technology, and you're probably reading this on your computer, that uses Taiwanese chips, and a Korean monitor, assembled by Bangladeshi workers in a Singapore plant, transported by Indian lorry-drivers, hijacked by Indonesians, unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen, and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, is Globalization!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-5903746962782715587?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/5903746962782715587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=5903746962782715587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5903746962782715587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/5903746962782715587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/basic-definition-of-globalization.html' title='Basic Definition of Globalization!!!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-1656420253787371877</id><published>2007-07-03T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:12:43.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Test your stress...</title><content type='html'>Are you stressed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One teacher said, "I felt like they were all moving. but slowly. Kind of like, they were breathing." The pictures attached are used to test the level of stress a person can handle. The slower the pictures move, the better your ability of handling stress. Alleged criminals that were tested see them spinning around madly; however, senior citizens and kids see them standing still. (NOT!) None of these images are animated - they are perfectly static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7IyFm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kfCNL290Wk4/s1600-h/stress1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7IyFm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kfCNL290Wk4/s320/stress1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083210396945718130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7IyFm4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/A6DTeOeO45k/s1600-h/stress2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7IyFm4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/A6DTeOeO45k/s320/stress2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083210396945718146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7YyFm5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/0PqT-hMZRNw/s1600-h/stress3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7YyFm5I/AAAAAAAAAEo/0PqT-hMZRNw/s320/stress3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083210401240685458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-1656420253787371877?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/1656420253787371877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=1656420253787371877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1656420253787371877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/1656420253787371877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/test-your-stress.html' title='Test your stress...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/Rosw7IyFm3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/kfCNL290Wk4/s72-c/stress1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-491763527272024591</id><published>2007-07-02T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:13:06.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>How do you handle this?</title><content type='html'>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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 this 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. 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&lt;br /&gt; with my friends. He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 Georgia Tech and I was going to Arizona State . 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-491763527272024591?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/491763527272024591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=491763527272024591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/491763527272024591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/491763527272024591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-do-you-handle-this.html' title='How do you handle this?'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-6740650247739761484</id><published>2007-06-26T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:13:35.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Why Men are happier...</title><content type='html'>Men are just happier people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another petrol station toilet because this one is just too dirty. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles add character. Wedding  dress costs ï¿½1500. A Tux rental is only ï¿½100. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. You have one mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite  you, he or she can still be your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your underwear is ï¿½7.00 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life . Your belly usually hides your big hips. You need only one wallet and one pair of shoes. You want only one colour for all  seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look! You can "do"  your nails with a penknife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a  moustache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December  24 in 25 minutes. You don't freak out when you go to a party and see another man wearing the same shirt, instead you become buddies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No WONDER men are happier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-6740650247739761484?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/6740650247739761484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=6740650247739761484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6740650247739761484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/6740650247739761484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-men-are-happier.html' title='Why Men are happier...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7514553737260350474</id><published>2007-06-26T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:13:50.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Suicide!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RoIGkoyFmuI/AAAAAAAAADU/KTMuBfWHjBA/s1600-h/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RoIGkoyFmuI/AAAAAAAAADU/KTMuBfWHjBA/s320/suicide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080630556119898850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-7514553737260350474?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7514553737260350474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=7514553737260350474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7514553737260350474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7514553737260350474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/06/suicide.html' title='Suicide!'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RoIGkoyFmuI/AAAAAAAAADU/KTMuBfWHjBA/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7706244517750705440</id><published>2007-06-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:14:07.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>This is beautiful...</title><content type='html'>F A M I L Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too, I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at home a different story is told, how we treat our loved ones, young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse.  Go and look on the kitchen floor, you'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,  you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I felt very small, and now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed, "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.  I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;  I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."  He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company  that we are working for could&lt;br /&gt;easily replace us in  a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss  for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more  into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? &lt;br /&gt;FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-7706244517750705440?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/7706244517750705440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=7706244517750705440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7706244517750705440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/7706244517750705440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-beautiful.html' title='This is beautiful...'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4083850700145878919.post-7368855999025448028</id><published>2007-06-26T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:14:21.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><title type='text'>Why we love kids?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__od91B3i3xI/RoEIzsiTqiI/AAAAAAAAACg/ACQDihHd5Bc/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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AFTER MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>Before the marriage: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes. At last. It was hard waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Have you ever cheated on me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: NO! Why you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: No way! I'm not such kind of person! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after the marriage you can read it from bottom to the top !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4083850700145878919-8293536145828859719?l=clickforward.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/feeds/8293536145828859719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4083850700145878919&amp;postID=8293536145828859719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/8293536145828859719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4083850700145878919/posts/default/8293536145828859719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clickforward.blogspot.com/2007/06/before-after-marriage.html' title='BEFORE &amp; AFTER MARRIAGE'/><author><name>SAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
